She looks so peaceful right now.
It’s hard to remember she actually hates my guts. That’s alright. I don’t plan on changing her mind about me, but she still might when she wakes up with my tongue all the way up her sweet cunt.
Placing what I brought with me on the bed, I take both of her wrists and pin them above her head. She stirs a little, but it doesn’t wake her up. Not even when I wrap my belt around them and secure the length of it to the hooks installed on this bed and mine.
I pry her legs open with my knees, making sure she won’t be able to close them up. As I pull her panties to the side, I pick up a butt plug. I slide it up and down her pretty slit, stroking her gentlyuntil beads of arousal glisten at the entrance of her cunt. Then, I simply push it between her walls and start gliding it in and out.
The metal grows slicker, her pussy swallowing it up. A small whimper leaves my wife’s chest, her face scrunching.
I smile, imagining the kind of dream she’s having. Wondering if she’s bouncing on my cock, demanding that I beg for her forgiveness.
If she asked me, I would.
When the plug is wet enough, I swirl it out of her pussy and take the bullet vibrator, bringing it to her slit. I turn it on at the lowest level, securing it by pulling her panties back over it.
A soft buzzing sound fills the room, and Victoria’s head moves to the other side, stirring more this time.
Taking the wet plug back in my hand, I move her panties away, only above her asshole so the vibrator stays in place. I push it inch by inch inside, watching the motion. Her face contorts some more under the new sensation, her hips rocking into the object.
My cock throbs, asking for her. It won’t be tonight, but I can’t wait to fuck her in the ass.
When I look back up at her, her blue eyes are wide open with a deep frown.
“You,” she seethes, her voice laced with pure hatred and a hint of the pleasure I’m inflicting on her.
I smile, loving the conflict splayed on her pretty face.
“Yes, love,” I say, pushing the plug deeper into her ass. “I hope you weren’t expecting someone else.”
She sucks in a breath and pulls on her hands, realizing she’s tied up.
“Maybe I was. Maybe Mikhail and I were planning on some alone time.”
Hearing another man’s name coming from her lips makes a muscle tick in my jaw.
Do I deserve it? Maybe. But I won’t admit that.
I push the plug all the way, then cover it up with her panties. She stirs beneath me, writhing softly as if she’s trying to deny herself the pleasure. I lean above her, bringing my face close to hers.
“Ah, I know. I’m an asshole. And I hurt you.”
Whimpering and pulling down on her restraints, she struggles to roll the words off her tongue, “You didn’t hurt me. You annoyed me. There’s a difference.”
“Then let me make it up to you,” I whisper against her lips, aching to touch them with mine.
“You don’t deserve me after what you did.”
“I don’t. But you deserve to feel good right now. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I bring my hand between us, stroking the objects pressed against her cunt and ass. A moan rumbles from her chest, and her body sags, no longer resisting the restraints.Fuck. She’s so goddamn perfect when she falls apart.
“What is that…” she breathes out. “What did you do?”
“This? Just a small plug I pushed inside your ass. And this.” I move my hand higher up. “You know what this is. Haven’t you used one before?”
She shakes her head, her whole body warming beneath my fingertips. I love how embarrassed she gets when I tell her how things are. I smile above her lips, satisfied that I get to teach her everything about her own body. That I’m the only one she’ll ever need to make herself come.
“Are you telling me you’ve never touched this pussy with anything other than your hand?”
