Before either one climaxed, Barrett pulled out.
She groaned.
“Reach back and pull your naughty bottom cheeks open for your back hole punishment,” Barrett said.
Moisture seeped from her sex. She obeyed, reaching back to spread her cheeks for his plunder of her most intimate hole.
He rubbed the head of his cock, still slick with her juices, over her tight opening. “Take a deep breath,” he commanded.
She inhaled.
“Let it go and open for your master.”
She exhaled, willing all the muscles in her bottom to relax and allow his entry.
He pushed in, the head of his cock entering her.
She gasped at the intensity of the stretching, the feeling of fullness. The urgency to climax came immediately, from the very first in-stroke. “Please?” she begged.
“Not yet, naughty girl. I have to punish you thoroughly,” he said, though his own need was evident in his voice.
“Oh, please, Barrett,” she cried, fisting the covers, clenching her teeth in a silent scream of need.
He pushed in and out, torturing her with terrible desire, until she heard his breath grow ragged.
“Barrett, yes!”
“Good girl,” he said, burying his cock deep in her ass two more times before he let loose and came.
The muscles of her sex did not contract as they usually did during climax, but she experienced the after-effects just as if they had, her body turning to jelly, an overwhelming sense of bliss and relaxation pouring through every limb.
“Good girl,” Barrett crooned again, nibbling at her ear.
She sighed contentedly as he eased out and wrapped her up in his strong arms. “I love you, husband.”
“You are my everything, little Daisy. My entire world. I hope you always know that.”
She nuzzled against him, enveloped in his love. “I do, my lord,” shemurmured, her eyes drifting closed for the nap Barrett had asked her to take that afternoon.
The End
