Just when I was on the edge, he pulled back.
I whimpered, my eyes snapping open.
Nik rose, dragging me back from the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs and pushed my knees apart until they were pressed flat onto the mattress, spreading me completely for him.
“Up on your elbows,” he commanded.
I obeyed, propping myself up, my gaze locking onto his.
“I want you to watch,” he told me, his words a brutal promise. “Watch me ruin your needy little pussy. See every inch of me stretch you wide as I pound into that tight cunt. Remember the pain from your spanking—and then focus on me as I take you over the edge into ecstasy.”
Nik’s gaze dropped between my thighs, and I gasped. The way his eyes consumed me made heat coil low in my belly and a shiver run up my spine. I was nervous—God, was I nervous—but the hunger in his stare lit something wicked inside me.
“Do you trust me, little lamb?” he asked.
I nodded, even though the thought of him inside me again had my legs trembling. How could something that big ever feel good? The girls at the club had talked about it in graphic detail. They seemed to love all the ways their men fucked them. But…
Nik leaned forward, cupping my cheek in his hand with surprising gentleness. He kissed me softly, dragging my bottomlip between his teeth before letting go. My breath caught as he reached down, wrapped his fist around his cock, and started stroking himself.
Then he leaned over me, bracing one hand beside my hip as the other kept working his length. The blunt crown of it slid up my slit, pressing over my clit before gliding back down to tease my entrance. The friction was maddening—light enough to make me ache, deliberate enough to make my thighs open wider in invitation.
“Eyes on me,” he said. “I want you to see exactly how your pussy takes me.”
He pushed the tip past my folds, parting me with a slow stretch. My lips parted as I gasped. This wasn’t like the brutal, careless intrusion in the shower—this was a measured claiming, inch by inch, each moment drawing me tighter around him. There was pain, yes—but it was different this time.
“Look at that needy cunt,” he growled. “Gripping me already…and I’m barely inside you.”
He eased deeper, pulling almost all the way out again before sliding back in, a rhythm that coaxed my body to yield to him. Each time he stretched me further, my breath hitched.
Once he was halfway in, my nerves spiked. “Nik…I don’t think I can—”
“Oh, little lamb,” he murmured, giving me a roguish smile, “your body was made for this cock. You’ll take every inch I give you.”
My fingers twisted into the sheets as he went deeper, slowly but relentlessly. A whine escaped me. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing small, ruthless circles until my head fell back—
“Eyes up,” he snapped, the command cracking like a whip. “Watch me. Watch your tight little cunt stretch around me. Watch yourself come all over my cock.”
My eyes flew open, and I locked in on the sight of him sinking into me, every vein, every ridge dragging against my walls until—
With a sudden thrust, he slammed the rest of the way in.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “It hurts—”
“Focus,” he snapped. “Like when I spanked you—let the pain sharpen the pleasure. Feel me rubbing that perfect spot inside you. Feel your clit pulse against me. That’s where you live now.”
He withdrew and drove into me again, harder this time. Then he did it again, and again. The bed jolted with each thrust, the force of his movements stealing my breath. His rhythm built—deeper, rougher—every snap of his hips pushing me closer to that breaking point.
The wordsmy wife, my cunt, minerang in my head with every savage drive. The ache melted into fire, and all I could do was hold on as he fucked me toward oblivion.
Raw, needy confessions began slipping from my lips. The more he moved inside me, the filthier my mouth got—every unfiltered thought spilling out as my restraint slipped away.
“God, you’re splitting me open,” I mewled when he stretched me to the brink. “So deep—so fucking deep—filling every inch.”
Nik’s eyes were locked between my legs, watching himself disappear into me again and again, his jaw clenched like he was holding back from going feral. “That’s it,” he rumbled. “Be my good girl. Tell me what my cock does to your pussy.”
“It—hurts…so good,” I breathed, my fingers clawing at the blankets for something to hold on to. “Your dick owns my cunt,” I panted. “You own it. You’re so thick inside me, I can feel you throbbing—like you’re about to lose it.”
His thrusts deepened, pounding against that spot inside me that made my vision blur. I dug my heels into the bed, searching for leverage so I could push back and meet him stroke for stroke. In return, he slammed deeper, making my breath catch. “Harder,” I begged, desperate. “Yes—yes—yes—make me comeall over the steel pole between my thighs. Fuck me, my king…fuck your queen!”
