CHAPTER 10
Chris
Valerie felt so wonderful in my arms that I didn’t want to fall asleep anytime soon. I let my hand drift down her side, feeling the soft curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. She tensed immediately, her breathing quickening.
“Chris—”
“Shh,” I murmured, my hand moving to rest on her thigh. “Just relax.”
My fingers traced lazy circles on her skin, moving gradually higher. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, I felt her legs clench together instinctively.
“Open,” I said quietly.
“Please don’t,” she whispered, but her voice was already thick with arousal. “I can’t?—”
“Valerie.” I let steel enter my voice. “If I have to punish you to ensure I get my marital rights, I will. Do you want another session over my knee?”
A sob caught in her throat. “No, sir.”
“Then open your legs for your husband.”
Slowly, trembling, she obeyed. I slid my hand between her thighs and found her pussy already slick with need. She whimpered as my fingers made contact with the smooth, bare flesh of her outer lips’ sweet cleft.
“You’re going to be fucked in this position very soon,” I told her, my voice low in her ear as my fingers began to move gently through her wetness. “I’ll have you lie just like this, on your side with your back against my chest. I’ll lift your top leg and hold it up while I push my cock inside you from behind.”
“Chris—” Her voice broke on my name.
“You’ll be able to feel every inch of me sliding into your tight little pussy,” I continued, my fingers circling her clit with slow, deliberate strokes. “And the beautiful thing about this position is that you can just relax. You don’t have to do anything except lie there and let your husband enjoy himself. Let me use your body the way wives are meant to be used.”
A sob of pure need escaped her. Her hips began moving against my hand, seeking more pressure, more friction.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still fighting. You’re going to learn to love having my cock inside you. To crave it. To beg for it.”
My fingers moved faster now, applying more pressure. Valerie was panting, her whole body trembling in my arms.
“And it won’t just be your pussy,” I said, moving my fingertips lower and further in. “Eventually, I’m going to fuck you here too.”
My finger found the tight little pucker of her anus and pressed against it gently. She cried out, her body going rigid.
“In this same position,” I continued, keeping my finger pressed there while my other hand continued its work on her clit. “With you on your side, relaxed and open. I’ll push my cock into your bottom and you’ll take it because you’re my wife and that’s what wives do.”
“Oh, God,” she sobbed. “Oh, God, please?—”
“Please what?” I pressed my finger more firmly against her anus, not penetrating but making her acutely aware of the pressure there. “Please stop? Or please let you come?”
“I need—” She was writhing now, desperate. “Please, I need?—”
“Say it,” I commanded. “Ask permission properly.”
“Please, sir,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Please, may I come? Please, I’m begging you?—”
“Not yet.” I kept my fingers moving on her clit, kept the pressure on her anus, bringing her right to the edge and holding her there. “First you’re going to tell me you understand. Tell me you understand that your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your bottom belongs to me.”
“I understand,” she sobbed. “It all belongs to you, sir, please?—”
“And you’re going to let me fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want.”
“Yes, sir, yes, I promise, please?—”
