"Tell me you love me."
"I... love... you..."
"Tell me you're mine."
"I'm... yours..."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
I release her throat and she collapses forward onto her hands, gasping for air, but I don't give her time to recover because I'm too far gone to show her any mercy now.
I flip her onto her back.
Her red hair is wild and tangled across the pillow. Her lips are swollen and bitten raw. Her eyes are swimming with tears but there's no fear in them, only trust, only love, only the absolute certainty that I would never actually hurt her no matter how rough I get.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"Who?"
"You, Ilay. Only you. Always you."
"And what does that make you?"
"Yours."
"What else?"
"Your wife. Your whore. Your everything. Whatever you need me to be."
I tighten my grip on her throat and her eyes flutter and her pussy clenches around me like a vice.
"You want to come?"
She nods desperately because she can't speak.
"Beg for it. Use whatever air you have left to beg me to let you come."
"Please..." The word is barely audible, forced out past my grip. "Please let me come... please, Ilay... I need it... I need you... please..."
"Tell me what you are first. Tell me one more time."
"I'm your whore... I'm your desperate... pathetic... whore... who needs you... please let me come... I'll do anything..."
"Anything?"
"Anything... anything you want... forever... please..."
I release her throat and thrust deep and press my thumb to her clit and put my lips against her ear.
"Then come for me. Now. Come on my cock like the good little whore you are."
She screams.
Her whole body convulses beneath me and her cunt clamps down on me so tight I see stars exploding behind my eyes. I fuck her through it, chasing my own release while she shakes apart in my arms, and when she gasps my name like it's the only word she knows, like it's the only thing tethering her to this earth, I follow her over the edge and come so hard I forget my own name too.
