I rested my fingers on her inner thighs, inching upward until my fingertips turned damp.
“If I’m so evil, then why are you so wet, my love?” I whispered.
Her face fell into the pillows and a low groan emanated from them. Muffled and quiet.
I gripped the warm glass protruding from her and eased it out slowly, holding it as the thickest portion worked to stretch that tight ring of muscle. I watched the straining rim as my cock jerked beneath my shorts. After a few deep breaths I plunged the glass back inside her.
Five inches was nothing compared to what I had for her.
I reached below the plug and found her soaking wet.
Her diamond glinted in the soft light as she clutched the pillows.
The rings she would never remove.
I used my right hand, pushing my two middle fingers inside her until her thighs trembled. Once my wedding ring was inside her I moved them upward, feeling the glass above.
She tried to move her legs but my weight held her. She bent her knees and tried to catch me with her feet. I simply withdrew the plug and teased the rim with the tip.
Her head came up.
“Vadim, what do you want?” she panted, her voice low and etched in desperation.
I moved my fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. Every time my wedding ring dragged against her it soothed something primal in me.
“What I’ve always wanted,” I murmured, pressing the plug until her puckered hole opened for me.“Your suffering.”
She tried to impale herself on the glass. I watched her struggle until her face fell into the pillows. Only then did I push it back in, feeling the hard glass against my fingers.
It was only when I felt her gush around my fingers that I pulled them out. I raised them toward the lamp and watched them glisten before I put them in my mouth, tasting her need.
My limit was met. I eased the glass out and cleaned it with a wipe before setting it on the nightstand and removing my shorts. Iskra’s hungry eyes were on me, cheeks flushed, lips parted. I fisted my cock and dragged my hand slowly up and down my length.
The shudder in her breath almost pulled me back onto the bed. I held back, giving her the show—the nine-inch beast that was about to ruin her.
She brushed her hair away from her face, but her eyes never moved from my hand.
“I think I’ve suffered enough,” she whispered to my cock.
I tugged on the tip until I felt it drip.
Her eyes flew to mine.
“I’m inclined to agree with you,” I whispered back.
She nodded slowly, relief and anticipation replacing the pained expression.
In that moment I realised I could negotiate anything by simply edging her.
I climbed onto the bed, ready to give her what she needed.
Armed with intel that made me feel like a god.
She might have been right.
I was evil.
And she would come to love me regardless.
