Her delicate, narrow shoulders. Her small, pert breasts… and pebbling nipples.
I explore Nevaeh’s beautifully naked body like I have done many times before, except this time I’m not doing so as her husband. I’m doing so as her tormentor. Her punisher.
The betrayed man who is more furious with her than he can put into words.
But at the same time, I’m driven by my deep, intense lust and primal urges for her. I crave the feel of her pussy wrapped tight around my cock and the deep quake she gives when she comes. I want to kiss and lick every fucking inch of her beautifully petite body and then hold her in my arms. Her one true protector.
All these conflicting urges and emotions crash into each other.
They mutate into some toxic, insatiable level of lust where I’m giving in just as much as she is.
My hand travels lower and lower ’til it’s wedging itself between her thighs and cupping her warm, slick, swollen pussy. She pulses against me like a heartbeat.
A little tremor of lust rocks her. I feel it as I suck on her throat and grind the heel of my palm into her.
“Tell me you know you should be punished, bella,” I rumble into her soft, dark skin. “Tell me you want me to stuff my fat fucking cock in your tiny pussy… and other places.”
The mewl she lets out stirs yet another level of hunger inside me.
I dig my palm harder against her, intensifying the friction for her swollen, throbbing pussy. She bucks against my hand, the clanging of her chains bouncing off the walls. She’s trying so desperately to get herself off that her slick arousal coats my palm.
She’s dripping wet.
A grin spreads onto my face as I nip at her neck. “So youareturned on, bella. You like when I’m rough with you. You knowyou’ve been bad and deserve some consequences. That’s good, because I agree.”
I rub her pussy even harder, eliciting more sharp cries from her.
Unfortunately for her, I have no intention of getting her off. Not yet.
It’s far too soon to reward my bella when she’s been so naughty.
My hand disappears from her pussy as quickly as it appeared. I step around her, unbuckling my pants and eyeing the devices and supplies that have been placed on the table against the far wall.
Nevaeh whimpers my name. “C-Caelian…”
“Shhh, Nevi. The time for you to speak is not now. In fact… let’s fix that.”
I select a simple metal ring gag with a leather band along with the lube and vibrator I already had my sights set on. Returning to where Nevaeh’s bound, I apply the gag first, wrapping the leather band around her head and fastening it in the back. The metal ring is positioned perfectly in her mouth, propping it open and garbling any sound she releases.
“That’s better.”
She’s shivering, either from fear or excitement. Possibly both.
They say in situations like these, reactions like fear and excitement blur together. I can sense her anticipation either way as her body trembles, and I stroke a palm along her stomach and hips.
“Nevi, I think you have earned some discomfort. Some delayed gratification. This will not be enjoyable for you… at first. But trust me,” I say, pausing long enough to flick the vibrator on, its instant buzzing filling the room. “You will come by the end.”
I flick the toy back off for now and focus on the preparation.
I start with her untouched puckered hole, squirting the bottle to get her nice and lubricated. Then I do the same to my fingers, slicking them ’til they shine.
Nevaeh tenses up when she feels my finger prodding at her entrance. I slap her ass cheek in warning.
“Stay still.”
Nevaeh calls out my name, though the gag censors her. It comes out as gibberish. Just sound.
The only reason I know what she’s saying is because I know my ballerina. My finger breaches her little puckered hole, pushing inside the ring of muscle. She jerks again in her binds, startled by the sensation of what it’s like to be penetrated in this way. Even if it’s just by my finger.
