“A gentleman would help me into bed and leave me there,” I snarl.
“My darling, a gentleman is the last type of man a wicked thing like you needs.” He smirks, then swipes a stray hair from my face. It’s no longer in a ballet bun. He must’ve taken my hair out while undressing me. I try not to think about what else he did while I was passed out. The thoughts make my sex throb.
“Tauren…” I plead.
“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips while his other hand slides between my thighs. I can’t help but moan as he pushes two fingers inside me. “I know what you want, Dahlia.”
I squirm pointlessly against my bindings. “And what is that?” I whimper as he cups my cheek.
“You want something more than just love from a husband.”
My lips part. “What?”
“You want someone to care for you.” He strokes my walls. “Intimately.” He kisses my forehead. “You don’t want to be controlled, but you want someone whocancontrol you, who can discipline you whenyoudesire to be disciplined.” He slides his fingers from my sex, and I whimper needily. “You want someone to praise you when you’ve been good.” His voice darkens. “And you want someone who isn’t afraid to punish you when you’ve been bad. And let’s face it, sweetheart, you love being bad.”
I feel the whip teasing my entrance again. He brushes it over my folds, towards my clit.
“Tell me I’m right, little monster.”
I nod, without thinking. “Yes.” I moan as he teases my clit. “You’re right.” There’s no point hiding it, he can see it in my hardened nipples, the flush on my cheeks.
He watches my body, smirking. “I’m going to punish you now, sweet thing, for running away from me after our wedding.” Excitement flutters through me. “You’ve known this was coming so I can only assume you drank so much tonight because you wanted me to treat you like the helpless fuckdoll you’ve let yourself become.” His fingers slide lazily over my entrance. “That will be your punishment. Do you understand?” He swats my clit, and I gasp. “I’m going to use your pretty body however I desire and you’re going to let me.”
I nod. “Yes. Please.”
He grins in a way that makes my belly flip. “There’s my good girl.”
Warmth tingles through me. He leaves my side for mere seconds while my arms hang limply from their bindings. When he returns, I don’t see what he does, but Ifeelit. Something thick and cold slides shamefully easily into my entrance.
I moan. My back arches as he pushes it into place. Its wide base covers my sex. “What… is that?” I rasp.
“Shh, pretty thing. I didn’t give you permission to speak.” He pats the base, and I feel it through my core. “I’ve plugged you so you don’t drip onto my floor. Your messy cunt has been soaked for the past hour.”
“Well maybe if you weren’t licking it?—”
“Ah!” He slaps my tits, and I can’t help but moan. My walls clench around the plug. Before I realise what’s happening, he disappears behind me and slots something into my mouth. A metal ring forces my mouth wide open.
I squirm in protest while he ties the gag behind my head.
“Much better,” he purrs, patting my cheek. He adjusts something below the bench and my headrest lowers, until all I can see is his thighs.
I swallow thickly. My open mouth is level with the swelling in his breeches.
He nudges my lips with it. “Do you feel that, dear wife?” he rasps. My eyes water. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth now while you try your hardest not to come. Though that might be too much to ask of the drunk slut you’ve let yourself become tonight.” He reaches forward to squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples.
I moan in protest, squirming against my bindings. It’s pointless, though. He’s got me right where he wants me. And exactly where I want to be.Fuck.
He loosens his breeches, and his hard cock slaps my cheek. “So fucking pretty,” he sighs before ramming his cock deep into my throat.
I gag, but then he pulls it out, giving me a split second to breathe before it’s inside me again. Over and over, he thrusts into my mouth. His hands grip my tits roughly. I try to just take it, but with every slam of his hips, my whole body shudders, and the plug in my pussy shakes with me.
I clench my thighs, gasping.
I won’t come if I can position my hips right. But when I try to move, it’s all too much. Tauren pinches my nipples again, and I yelp. Pleasure bursts inside of me. My walls clench the plug so tightly I see stars.
“Dirty princess,” he laughs through my orgasm.
He shoves his cock deep into my throat one final time before he pulls out with a groan. Ribbons of cum shoot over my head, landing on my heaving chest.
