Her body trembles as she tries to climb down from the table.
I push her back down. “Lie down. You’re gonna tilt your head back on the edge of the table and take it down your throat like a good wife. Okay?”
She nods with wide eyes. “But I’m not your wife.”
I pull at the tie around her throat, bringing her close to my face. “Not on paper, but you’re my fuck toy, and for tonight, you belong to me.” I smother her mouth, pushing my tongue through her lips, letting her taste the sweet and tangy arousal from her delicious cunt. “Okay?”
She nods again, breathless as she gets into position.
I fist my dick, waiting for her to hang her head over the edge of the table. “I’ve fantasised about having my cock down your throat.” My fingers stroke her mouth, smearing the red lipstick across her cheek. “Open your mouth.”
She does as I ask, like a good submissive. The feminist in her wouldn’t use the word obey in her wedding vows, but in thebedroom she adheres to my every command, and she loves it. Gets off on it even.
I wipe the pearl of precum against her lips, making them glossy. “Such a dirty little fuck toy. Is my wife a dirty little slut?”
Her tongue darts out to lick at my slit, fondling the head and lapping up the taste of my arousal as if she’s eager to taste me as much as I was her. “Yes, husband.”
A groan rumbles from the depth of my chest when she calls me that. My palms cradle her head, my thumbs stroking her cheeks as I push farther into her mouth. “Such a good fucking wife.”
I know we’re not married, but if we’re playing this dominant-and-submissive role that we used to, I’m doing it as her husband. If I’m going to make her submit to me, she’s going to do it as my wife. She will trust me completely and submit completely as she did before.
The same trust that’s in her eyes now as they water, tears running down her temples as she swallows me down her throat. “That’s it, just relax. You’re taking it so good.” My balls draw up tight, my stomach burning with the heat of an incinerator.
I haven’t thought this through.
Fuck.
I couldn’t hold it together last night and I sure as hell can’t hold it together now, while she’s gagging on my shaft. If she swallows around me one more time, I’m done for.
With gritted teeth and a groan from deep in my chest, I pull out and exhale. Still cradling her head, I bend down and kiss her lips. “You good?”
“Yes, what’s wrong? I was just getting into a rhythm.”
“Your mouth was too pleasurable and I want my come in your pussy where it belongs.” I spin her around on the table, wishing I had a lazy Susan for all our activities. It would make things a lot easier. My wife served up for me on a spinningplatter. I make a mental note to add that to my Christmas list, hoping this isn’t our last rodeo.
I dig my fingers into her hips, imprinting them into her flesh as I slide her ass to the edge of the table.
She sucks in a breath as I tug on the tie at her throat, bringing her to lips crashing against mine. This is how I remember our playtime. Her at my mercy and the only time she allowed me any real dominance in our relationship. Being married to a strong headed woman didn’t come without its challenges, but I was always proud to call her my wife. If exerting my power in the bedroom was all I got, I’d take it, relishing in having her as my fuck toy to boss around as I please, just like now.
Letting go of the tie at her neck, she falls back onto the table as if she’s boneless. I lift her legs, throwing them over my shoulders. Leaning over her to kiss her lips, she cries out.
“Alex, my legs. I can’t bend that way.”
“You’ll bend.” I use the tie at her throat to bind her wrists against her neck just because I like to see her tied up and at my mercy. “I’d like to see you tied up like this and wrapped in Christmas lights.
Her chest heaves. “You mean having me trussed up like a Christmas turkey isn’t enough for you?”
“Nothing with you will ever be enough, Merry.” With both her legs over my shoulder, I tease her entrance with the head of my dick.
“Alex,” she yells, her throat vibrating with a moan.
I kiss the inside of her knee as I hold her legs on either side of my head and push through her walls. Her warm sex welcoming me as I sink deep into her heat. “Fuck, Merry, you feel like home.” I pull out and push in again, pleasuring my woman at a leisurely pace.
Tonight, I want to take my time with her. I need to savour every moment, knowing our time is limited.
“Harder. Give it to me, don’t hold back.” She pleads with me, her eyes twinkling under the kitchen spotlights, her face smeared with makeup, but she’s never looked more beautiful, because tonight, she’s mine. All mine, but I no longer want her as my fuck toy. I just want her as my wife. Somewhere along the way, the lines have blurred, and I stopped playing the game. This is us now. Real life. And as I pound into her, it’s with all the love and devotion a husband has for the love of his life.
“Yes, harder, Alex.” She cries out again. “It’s like all my Christmases have come at once.”
