“Arms up,” he commanded.
When I did as he asked, Gio tugged my nightgown off. Then, he deftly knotted the silk around my wrists, before circling to my back and pulling my joined hands behind my head. The move forced my back to arch, putting my breasts and belly on full display. The loose end of the tie was teased down my spine before being affixed to my ankles.
Completely immobilized, I was at Gio’s mercy. And damn if that didn’t leave me throbbing, knowing he could do whatever he wanted and I’d be powerless to stop him.
My husband stood before me, a wicked grin curving on his lips. “Look at you, my pretty little pregnant whore.”
Dammit, he knew degradation was my weakness. Already, my hips shifted, my thighs pressed tightly together, though it was a futile attempt to ease the ache between them.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” He chided with a click of his tongue. With a toe, he nudged my knees apart as far as they would go. “You don’t get to come until I say.”
My whine floated toward the ceiling. The stretch of my adductors was insane in this position.
His thumb pulled down on my bottom lip, forcing my mouth open. “I’ve been dying to fuck your face. To watch as tears run down your cheeks, and hear you gag while struggling to take me all the way down your throat. But you’re not a quitter, are you, baby? You’ll take every last inch I have to give, because you’re a greedy slut for my cum, isn’t that right?”
Unable to speak, all I could do was moan around his thumb as it pushed deeper. “Mm-hmm.”
With his free hand, he pinched one of my nipples, and I squealed, unable to escape as he tugged and rolled the stiff peak between his fingers. My eyes rolled back into the back of my head as pleasure flooded my nervous system, and I writhed as I fought against the pressure coiling low in my belly. Gio knew playing with my tits was enough to make me come—he’d done it more times than I could count these past few months—and he purposely brought me right to the edge, allowing me to teeter there just long enough to think he might let me fall over the cliff, before removing his touch and leaving me hanging.
A cry of denial flew past my lips.
“Aw, did you need something, baby?” he taunted with a smirk. “Is your cunt so desperately empty, clenching around nothing, needing to be filled?”
I wanted to call him every name in the book, but if I ran my mouth, he would go out of his way to ensure I was a sobbing, overstimulated mess by the time he finally granted me permission to come.
He tapped my cheek condescendingly. “Oh, baby. Did you think staying silent would be your saving grace?” Humming, hemused, “It’s a damn shame your eyes have always been overly expressive. I can see you cursing me out in your head, which means I’ll be forced to punish that smart mouth of yours, even though it hasn’t uttered a single word aloud.”
Flipping the tables, I held his stare as I begged, “Punish me, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” Gio hissed, gripping my hair and yanking my head back forcefully.
My scalp screamed in protest, but it hurt so damn good.
Getting right up in my face, he snarled, “You’re a fool if you think tempting me to lose control is a good idea.” His free hand fell to my swollen stomach. “Even this won’t be enough to have me taking it easy on you if that thread snaps.”
He must’ve forgotten that I’d always been his match when it came to sex, because I didn’t cower at his threat. “If I’m not screaming at the top of my lungs in both pain and pleasure, you’re not doing it right.”
That set him over the top, his dark eyes flaring as he growled, “By the time I’m through, you’re gonna regret that.”
I huffed out a husky laugh. “Wanna bet?”
“Enough talking,” Gio barked, rising to his full height.
His thick, pierced cock was poised in the perfect position for me to take it inside my mouth, and I parted my lips wide in invitation.
“Dirty fucking slut,” my husband breathed, slapping the heavy weight of his erection on my tongue, the salty burst of precum making my taste buds sing. “So hungry for dick.”
“Mmm.” I sucked on the head, giving strong, teasing pulses that had him groaning, his head dropping back.
Bobbing on his length, I took it deeper, flattening my tongue to drag it against the barbells on the underside.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” Gio encouraged, his hips beginning to buck as he chased the sensation.
For a while, he let me set the pace, but eventually his patience grew thin, and he halted my motions with two hands grasping the sides of my face. Widening his stance, he held me steady as he pumped into my mouth, driving further down my throat with each thrust.
With my hands tied, I was powerless against the ruthless rhythm with which he fucked my face. My eyes watered, and tears streaked down my face as I poured all my focus into hollowing my cheeks and providing enough suction to drive him insane. And there was no escaping the moment when he pushed past my gag reflex to cut off my air supply.
Black spots danced in my vision as he held himself there, his pelvis pressed flush to my nose, relishing the rippling of my throat muscles around him as they fought against the intrusion.
