“Begging me already, love? So sweet.” He lowers his head to my ear. “Do it again.”
His cock thrusts inside me, filling me up, a mix of pleasure and pain rocking my body up and down, rumpling the sheets beneath me. He fucks me fast and hard, and moans explode out of me. It hurts, then it doesn’t. It’s an array of feelings I’ve never experienced before.
“Please.Please,” I say between shattered breaths, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for. My pussy clenches around him, feeling every stroke, every vein gliding against my walls.
Every spark of pleasure creeping into my core. And when he brings a finger to my untouched hole, my eyes widen in shock at the rush of arousal coursing through me out of nowhere.
“Come for me, Victoria. Let me see this pussy come all over my cock.”
He doesn’t have to say it twice. Because as soon as he pushes that finger against my ass, I shatter right there and then, whimpering, writhing. Spasming while he fucks me through it. My eyes roll back, meeting his hungry stare from upside down. And the orgasm washes out of me in waves so powerful they take my breath away.
“That’s it. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart,” he praises, thrusting.
For a moment, I keep silent, feeling as if I’ve passed out, and this is my spirit looking down on me from above. I only come back to my senses when his thrusts stop, and something warm pulses into my pussy. My husband groans, coming inside me.
He pulls out and flips me over, and I’m forced to meet his gaze in a clearer state now. My scalp hurts from where he pulled my hair. And my pussy feels like it’s on fire. Only his cum soothes the soreness a little bit.
The spell is almost broken.
Almost… because I can’t believe what just happened between us.
“Victoria.”
“Y-yes?”
“I asked if you could walk.”
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
He smiles and drags me into his body.
“Come here, love.” He lifts me up in his arms and takes me into the en-suite bathroom. Placing me down on the shower bench, he turns on the water while I stare at his blood-covered clothes. My blood.
This time, he undresses, peeling each layer off him as he exposes himself to me.
He grips the hem of his shirt with one hand, the slow drag of fabric revealing taut, sculpted abs, each ridge defined, some adorned with veins, especially on his tattooed arms. I don’t know what they mean. They’re just intricate patterns with some foreign words scribbled really small.
When he takes off his slacks and leans a bit to the side, I get a glimpse of the cuts and scars on his back, along with the one where I stabbed him.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says, stepping into the shower with me.
“I wasn’t,” I lie.
He helps me stand, and the stream of hot water flows down on our bodies, washing away the blood and tears. I watch it go down the drain, but he lifts my gaze back up, bringing his knuckle under my chin.
“Remember what you said the last time I made you come? That it changed nothing?”
I nod.
“It changes something now. Because this pussy,” he says, bringing his finger against my slit. “Is mine. And I’m going to use it a lot, Victoria. Your cunt, ass, and throat will know every inch of me. And in time, you’ll learn to beg and crawl for my cock. Because why?”
I swallow hard, trying my best to keep a backbone right now, but the words come out behind a shy gaze. “Because you own me?”
He smiles. “Because I own you, love. And to reward you for taking my cock so well for the first time, I’m going to make you come on my tongue again.” He jerks his head toward the shower bench. “Sit down and spread your legs.”
15
WOLFGANG
