“Stop, Irvin!”
“Just admit you want me.”
“Fuck you, Irvin,” she spits.
“Oh, I will fuck you, princess.”
She screams again, calling me all kinds of names. When I know she’s on edge, I pull the toy out.
“Please stop torturing me,” she whines.
“Just admit it, princess. You want me too. You like that I have control over your life.”
Tears gloss over her beautiful eyes. She stares at me, then drops her head, shaking it.
“Whatever you want to do to me… just do it.”
Without a word, I place the clit stimulator against her again and fuck her with it.
“Please keep going, Irvin.”
I hit the stop button.
“You motherfucker!”
“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want. Simple. My princess, I’m going to ask again. Who do you belong to?”
She flexes her jaw, and her nostrils flare, but her eyes linger on my mouth. She lays her head back on the pillow, tears streaming down her beautiful, flushed cheeks. The room is quiet except for the sounds of her labored breaths.
“You. I belong to you.” Her tone is sultry.
I smile like the Cheshire cat. “I want you to say it louder. So the neighbors could hear—if we had any.”
Her eyes narrow. “I’m yours. Always have been. From the moment you laid eyes on me.”
“Good girl. What else? Tell the truth, or I won’t fuck you.”
“I want you to control me, Irvin. I want you too. I always wanted you—from the moment we met.”
I smile, stroke my hard, rock-solid dick, then untie her from the restraints, and she flops down on the bed. I thrust my dick inside her as hard as I can. I pull out, place her ass in the air, and grab her by the hips, fucking her harder. Her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my dick. She’s warm, wet, and tight. Her beautiful moans echo off the dark walls.
“I missed your dick, Irvin. So much.”
I yank her hair, just how she likes it, as I continue fucking her raw and hard. Before I know it, my heart races, the muscles in my abdomen contract, and I pull out and come all over her stomach.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You are mine. I own every inch of you. Don’t you ever forget it.”
Lilac
Irvin puffs on his vape, sitting with his legs stretched out in the library nook he built for me in the bedroom. He stares at the rain-smeared window. I study his every move like a hawk. His facial expression is relaxed, carefree. His sage eyes glow in the darkened room, and his silk hair is a rat’s nest. His jawline is sharp as knives.
I can’t believe he forced me to admit what I was feeling deep down—that he owned me. I loved the way he tied up my body, forced me to come, forced the truth out of me.
I grind my teeth and grip the blanket as hard as my hands allow. It’s his fault that I’m stuck in this marriage. It’s his fault for blowing up my life. I want to hate him so badly. I do. He’s the reason my secret identity might be exposed. He needs to apologize for what he did—for trapping me in this marriage with him. He made me feel stuck with no way out.
I toss a pillow at his head. He smiles like it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever seen.
“You asshole!” I sit up on my knees.
