“What?” she starts to say, but the moment her lips part, I press the plug forward, forcing it into her mouth. Her teeth clamp closed, but instead of relenting, I keep the pressure on the plug, tightening my hold on her throat.
“Open,” I demand, smiling when she eventually unclenches her teeth. “Fuck,” I whisper as her lips close around the bulb until just the flat end is showing between her rounded lips. “Jesus, I wasn’t expecting you to look this sexy,” I admit. “I’d get you a gag, but I like knowing that the thing keeping your mouth busy is going to be buried in your ass.”
Her eyes go wide, then hooded, and I see it. I see the need in her eyes, and for the first time in months I feel a sliver of hope.
“Suck on it, get it nice and wet,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes when she shakes her head and lifts her hand to reach for the plug.
Slapping her hand away, I tighten my hold on her throat, not restricting her breathing or gripping tight enough to leave a mark. But my grip is more than just claiming, it’s a warning, reminding her that I, not she, am in control.
“Did you forget what I left buried in your ass last night, Little Bird?” I ask.
Her eyes somehow widen even more as she nods.
“It really must be too small if you forgot it was there. Shall we swap it for the one you’re getting nice and wet, ready to slide into your naughty ass?”
Frantically, she shakes her head.
Tutting, I silence her. “You won’t have any choice if I make you take it, will you?”
Something flashes through her gaze, and it’s excitement tinged with fear that makes my dick harden, and a pearl of precum pool at the head.
Leaning forward, I press a soft kiss against her throat just above my fingers, feeling her fluttering pulse beneath my lips. “I love you,” I whisper, just loud enough for her to hear, and her hand lands on the back of my head, holding her to me since I took away her ability to speak.
Pressing another kiss, I start to suck on her skin, scraping my teeth against her throat until I’m sure I’ve left a mark. We’re too old for hickeys, but I don’t give a fuck. I want her to remember this moment each time she looks in the mirror. I want her to think about the way it felt to be gagged with a fucking butt plug, my hand collaring her throat, and her ass filled because it’s what I want, what I chose for us.
As her body tenses and then melts into me, my heartbeat starts to slow, and the frantic worry that’s been circling on repeat through my thoughts for months starts to settle. Last night didn’t magically fix anything, but hope is a powerful thing, and I’m grateful to feel it for the first time in what feels like forever.
Reluctantly releasing my hold on her throat, I inch my way down her body, leaving marks on her skin, a path of ownership that stops at her perfect pussy. I’m the only man who’s ever experienced the bliss that exists inside of her body, and familiar pride burns in my chest when I run my nose up the inside of her thigh, pressing my mouth over her clit and licking it.
Jerking off the bed, her stifled moans are like music to my ears. I’m not holding the plug in her mouth anymore, or warning her with my hand around her neck, but she hasn’t taken it out. She’s obeyed even my unspoken commands, and I have to fight the urge not to slam my cock into her.
Tasting her, I lick from her clit to her plug-filled ass and back again, tasting the saltiness of myself, still mixed in with her own sweet arousal. I don’t care that she hasn’t showered since I fucked her last night. Knowing that she slept full of my cum only makes me harder.
Sliding two fingers into her channel, I fuck her slowly, bringing her wetness up to coat her clit before slipping my touch lower to tease her ass with the plug that’s still buried deep inside of her.
Her moans fill the room, and it’s a good job I sent the guard away because if he was still outside our door, I’m sure his dick would be hard listening to the sounds she’s making. Her hips try to lift off the bed and push her cunt into my face, but I hold her down, keeping her in place and completely under my control.
Licking, flicking, and teasing her, I push her higher and higher, stopping every time she’s on the verge of falling over the edge. Her moans take on a higher pitch as she tries and fails tomove, her hands restlessly yanking at my hair as she begs me to let her come, even as she accepts that when and if she gets release is entirely my decision.
Tugging the plug out until the broadest part is stretching her hole, I suck her clit into my mouth, then roughly force the plug back into her, feeling the exact moment she loses her shit and screams out her orgasm around the plug that’s still in her mouth.
My dick is so hard it hurts, but I don’t plan to fuck her right now. Instead, I crawl up her body, grab my dick, and start to jerk. It doesn’t take long before my balls pull up and the first spurt of cum bursts from the head and lands on her tits. Chest heaving, she stares with wild eyes as I paint my cum all over her body, covering her in me.
Squeezing the last of my release from my dick, I sit back on my haunches between her thighs, looking down at the mess I’ve made of my wife.
“Fuck, look at you, wearing my cum,” I drawl quietly as I reach up and pull the plug from her mouth.
“Sebastian,” she croaks, her voice a little hoarse.
Ignoring her, I swirl the plug through my cum, twisting the bulb through the mess, before I bring it back to her mouth. “Open.”
She shakes her head.
“It’s going in your mouth or your ass. You pick,” I tell her, watching her body language carefully.
Slowly, her lips part, close, then part again, and I slide the plug into her mouth, spinning it around once it touches her tongue. “You’re perfect, Little Bird,” I tell her, climbing off her and holding my hand out to help her out of the bed.
She eyes my hand cautiously, like she’s not sure if she should take it. Eventually, she places her fingers against mine, and I tug her to her feet, then pull the plug from her mouth again.
