I drop immediately. This is probably setting feminism back a hundred years, but the growl in his voice and the danger in his eyes has me obliging and my stomach fluttering.
He approaches me slowly, the tie clutched in his hands.
“I will never hurt you,” he says, what I already know. “But tonight, I will make you scream.”
The flutters in my stomach drop lower, and heat pools at my center. He stops in front of me. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my face up.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He lets go of my face. “Give me your hands.”
I hold my arms out toward him, placing my wrists together. Nico uses his tie to bind my wrists. He tugs at the ends, making the fabric snug against my skin. Once he’s done, he steps back, looking down at me. His gaze never leaves mine as the sound of his zipper lowering fills the silent room.
“Open your mouth.”
Once again, I follow his direction without argument. His fingers grip my braids, he then pulls my head back. The blunt head of his dick brushes against my lips. He uses his free hand to smear the pre-cum from the tip across my lips like gloss. Once they are fully coated, he shoves his length into my mouth. I gag when he pushes it to the back of my throat.
“Don’t you dare fucking tap out.” The words are growled out between his clenched teeth. His grip in my hair tightens as he rolls his hips back before shoving them forward. He’s so deep, his pubic hair tickles my nose. My eyes water, and I gag so hard I fear I may actually vomit.
“Relax your got damn throat, Tiff.”
I do as he says, tilting my head back a little further. The gagging stops, but my eyes still leak with water.
He pulls some of his length out. I take the opportunity to run my tongue under the underside of his cock, feeling the vein there. He fucks my mouth slowly, using it as if it’s my pussy.
“I should’ve killed him,” he groans. “I should’ve peeled his fucking flesh off.”
The way the vein in his forehead throbs, I can tell the situation with Ezra is still bothering him. I wanted to assure him he had nothing to worry about.
However, I knew at this point my words meant nothing. I had to show him through my actions. Hollowing my cheeks out,I move my head up and down on his length. My mouth waters, and saliva pools out around the suction I have on his dick.
He hisses as his gaze narrows. “That’s right. Suck my cock like a good wife.”
The moment I get in a good rhythm he shoves all the way to the back of my throat. I gag.
“You thought it would be that easy. You thought you’d just suck me off, and I’d forgive you?” His hips drive in and out of my mouth rapidly. I can barely breathe, he’s going so far, his pelvis pressing against my nose.
Finally, he pulls out of my mouth. I gasp a deep breath, appreciating the reprieve. It’s short-lived. He grabs my arm and lifts me to my feet. After spinning me around, he shoves me up against the wall. My back to his front. His body is pressed up against me, feeling like a furnace.
“Did you like it when he touched you?” His voice in my ear sends a shiver down my spine.
“No,” my voice comes out shaky.
“I don’t believe you.” His words are followed by the ripping of my dress. The fabric is then pushed down my arms, leaving me in my bra and panties.
“I swear. I didn’t like it.”
The smack against my ass stings. I yelp at the pain.
“Why?” he growls as he rubs the stinging flesh.
“Why what?”
His large palm moves down my ass cheek to the seat of my panties. It’s embarrassing how wet the seat is.
“Why didn’t you like his touch, wife?”
