Page 156 of Axe Marks the Spot

“My pretty little pain slut.”

The hand not inside me scrapes over my abused skin before he taps the butt plug to the highest setting. The sensations have my eyes watering and a whine erupting from deep in my chest.

“I can feel it thrusting and buzzing,” he comments, emphasizing his point by rubbing his fingers against the barrier between my ass and pussy. “You want me to fuck you while this toy fucks your ass, baby?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Hmm.” He thrusts his fingers deeper. “Then that’s what we’ll do. I think my good wife deserves a reward for her submission.”

“Please,” I whimper.

Dane’s fingers leave my fluttering pussy, and the bed shifts beneath me. I only have a moment to miss his touch before one of his large hands grips my waist, and I feel the broad head of his cock at my entrance. He toys with me, sliding it up and down my slit, lubricating himself with my wetness. I’m about to plead, to beg, to say I’ll do anything for more when he finally has mercy on me.

In one thrust, Dane sheaths his cock inside me, the force of his hips pressing my forehead into the mattress and my chest down so my hard nipples rub against the blanket.

“Goddamn, baby.” He pulls out then thrusts back in. “This cunt was made to be mine.”

I lose all ability to speak at the feeling of his dick inside me along with the plug thrusting and vibrating in my ass. It’s so much, almost too much, but it feels good, and I’m so full. And I know it feels good for Dane, too.

When I adjust, I grip the sheet and whimper, wanting more. I push my butt back against him, and he responds by gently slapping it. The combination of the new sting atop his earlier punishment makes me scream.

“That’s it, let me hear how good I make you feel.”

“Sir!” I cry as he thrusts harder, both of his hands gripping my hips and pulling me closer to him, giving me the deep sensation I wanted. He knows I like when he’s rough, when I can feel him in my throat and I’m sore for days. He knows I need to feel him now more than ever, that I want to be reminded that I’m his.

“What do you need?”

“Harder,” I moan.

He growls and leans forward, his cock penetrating even deeper. He alternates between short, hard thrusts and longer strokes, driving me crazy.

“God, the vibrations,” he moans. “Feels so good.”

His hips slap against my ass, and my eyes roll back into my head.

“Up on your hands,” he barks.

I’m nearly too far gone to listen to his command, but somehow, I manage. Once there’s space between me and the bed, Dane wraps his strong arm under me and pulls me up. I let out a noise of surprise as he holds me to his chest, forearm banded around my breasts so I’m secure. He kisses the skin of my neck above my collar, his breath short against my cheek from exertion. The new position makes my pussy tighter, and I have to clench my ass to keep the toy from falling out.

“Perfect,” he mutters against my ear. He moves his hand to my throat, squeezing it just enough to cut off a bit of air but so I can still speak.

Thrust. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

Thrust. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes.”

Dane laughs. “I doubt it.”

I smile, because he’s right. But my husband loves my bratty side, even when it annoys him.

He nips at my earlobe and punches his hips up before he moves the hand on my waist to my clit. I cry out, and he grips my throat harder, pressing my collar into my skin.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Come with me.”

He circles my clit continually. The pressure in my lower belly pulls tight like a bowstring, and my eyes prickle with tears at the intensity of all the sensations.