“What did you put on me?” she asks.
“A permanent reminder of what happens when you flaunt your ass and tits for all the world to see.”
I toss the kit aside and reach for the lubricant, snapping it open. Abella jumps beneath me, her body thrumming with nervous energy. I lube up the anal plug and spread her ass cheeks, smearing some against her skin.
When I nudge the rounded point of the stainless steel against her tight hole, she gasps and bucks the pillow off her head.
I press her back down again.
“Relax, baby,” I taunt her. “You were so desperate to show off your ass. Let’s see how much you like my cock inside of it.”
“You’ll split me in half,” she whines.
“You survived the first time. There’s a good chance you’ll survive this one, too.”
A strangled sound lodges in her throat as I start to work the plug against her. Despite my wanting to punish her, I take my time, slowly opening her up. I plan to fuck this ass more than once, and I want it to be a pleasurable experience for her.
I have to start with a bigger plug to stretch her out so she’ll be ready for my cock. It takes a while for her to relax, but when she does, I fuck the plug in and out of her. When I finally push it all the way in, she whimpers for more.
“Has your pussy recovered?” I spread her legs apart and push two fingers inside her.
“Mostly,” she moans. “It’s still a little sore when I sit. Or…move.”
Dark satisfaction flares in my chest. “You’ll have to get used to it. I’ll be fucking you hard and often until I put an heir inside you.”
She shivers beneath me, letting out a desperate little cry as I slide my fingers in and out of her pussy. That sound goes straight to the most primal part of my brain, lighting it up with one need—fucking her until my name is the only word she can verbalize. Meanwhile, the rational part of me remembers she’s still fragile. I need to unleash these primitive urges in increments she can reasonably handle.
I drag my wet fingers out of her pussy and suck them into my mouth, tasting her like a fucking fiend. She glances over her shoulder to watch, and her pupils flare as she releases a shaky breath.
It feels…too intimate. So I lean over her and push her face back into the bed.
“How long were you watching me before the wedding?” Her question comes out muffled by the blanket.
“Why?” I scrape my teeth over her earlobe and tug. “Remembering how much you enjoyed being hunted down like prey?”
Her body clenches in response, and I know if I were inside her right now, her pussy would be clamped around my dick.
“Why do you even care what I like if the goal is just to procreate?” she questions. “Why stalk me in the first place? It seems like a waste of time if that’s all this is about.”
Her observations grate on me, so I bite down on her neck and make her gasp.
“Because I can.” I lick the sting away. “Now get back to the point. You aren’t a virgin anymore. Tell me all the filthy ways you want to be fucked.”
“You have a list,” she reminds me.
“Better to hear it from your lips.” My voice is a rough caress against her skin. “We already know you like running from me just so I can catch you and drag you back. Maybe we should play that game again.”
She makes a soft sound of approval.
“And what about being captured when you don’t know it’s me?” I ask. “Do you want me to terrorize you,cara?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I like that.”
It’s tempting to tell her how much I like that too, but she’d be far too pleased with herself.
“You should know it will always be me who catches you.” I drag my nose along her throat, inhaling her. “No matter how far you run.”
Goosebumps skitter over her arms as I wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze. I slowly arch her body, pulling her up by the throat and forcing her head back until she’s looking at me. There isn’t a trace of uncertainty in those soft green eyes. She’d let me fold her up into a pretzel and cream-fill every hole on her body.
