“A little of this, a little of that. I have a few in there of you as well.”
“Now who’s obsessed with me?”
“I never claimed otherwise.”
“Is your basement where you keep the bodies of the men who’ve rejected you in the past?”
“No, you’d be the first.”
He slips one finger inside me, already slick with lube. I quiver from the sudden intrusion and push my ass out for more.
“So, what do you say, my beautiful slut? Become my trophy wife, and you’ll never want for anything ever again.”
“One finger isn’t going to convince me of much.”
He drops down to his knees, pulls my cheeks apart with such force that it burns, and plunges his hot tongue into my hole without even an introduction. I scoot backward and lift both my cheeks so he can get in there good and deep. “Fuck, Cassius, you dirty dog. I haven’t even douched.”
“I know,” he answers, coming up for breath at last. “That’s how much I love you. Get on the bed. I can’t make sweet, tender love to you when you’re up against the wall like a dirty club whore. And be mindful of the glass. You’re cleaning that up by the way.”
I tiptoe around the shards of glass embedded in the carpet and drape myself across the bed like a fainting maiden. Cassius pounces immediately, drawing one knee up between my legs so that it presses snugly against my balls.
“Are you still going to arrange orgies with other men?” I ask, wondering just how conventional this marriage will be.
“From time to time. Sluts like you need variety. But only under my direction.”
“You’d get off on that?”
“Watching other men use you, knowing you belong to me. That I could put an end to it at any moment. That I can dangle you like a shiny object, then snatch it away. Or take my turn in the batting lineup. Yes, I’d get off on that. You’ll be Hollywood’s best-kept secret. The handsome hunk who won’t suck dick for a part, but will go down for any sleazy Tom, Dick, or Harry of my choosing.”
“Fuck,” I say, humping his leg because I just can’t help it. “Are you going to make me sign a prenup?”
“Absolutely. You’ll have one too since you’ll probably be earning more than me soon. I’m not interested in your money.”
“What are you interested in then?” I ask, feeling that familiar rush of pleasure I get whenever Cassius compliments me.
“Your cunt.”
His fingers are back, two and then three, stretching me open with finesse. I howl like a wolf and he joins me. He makes me into an animal, baying and panting under his capable hand. I lose my entire mind when we’re like this.
“Fuck me already,” I say, sweaty and impatient.
“Sluts wait their turn.” He takes hold of both my hamstrings and pushes my legs back so that I’m folded up like a pretzel. “This hole is fucking spiritual,” he says, licking his lips. “The Holy Grail of orifices.”
“Power of the pussy,” I say smugly. He kisses my mouth, easing his tongue inside and sliding against my own with slow sensuality, passionate and tender.
“I never liked kissing before you,” he says and brushes his nose against my neck and up to my cheek, right next to where he cut me. “I am sorry about this,” he says quietly, so sweetly that I almost believe him. “If I’d had more time, maybe I could have found another way.”
“Some part of you liked cutting me,” I say, recalling our role play. “Didn’t you once say we’re bonded by pain?”
“I liked making you mine, but I don’t wish to make a habit of it. I hope we don’t find ourselves in that situation again any time soon.”
“I hope so too. I’m the one who messed that up. Poor Elliot.”
“Poor Elliot,” Cassius agrees, “but let us talk of other things, my love.”
“Like what?” I ask, rolling my hips to bump and grind against him.
“The poetry of your thighs, your silky insides, the grip of that glorious hole. I want inside you.” He presses against me, the fat knob of his dick nudging insistently at my flaring pucker. Pressing steadily, he works his way inside, sawing me open by degrees with the unrelenting weight of his cock. My toes curl from the slow invasion, and my hands claw at his sweaty back. “So good,” Cassius murmurs, driving into me until we’re locked and loaded, stuck together like two cogs in a machine.
