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Her breathing quickens.

“I've noticed you need everything done your way. Your timing. Your rules. Your fucking decisions.”

My hand slides to her jaw, keeping her gaze on mine. Then it slides lower, and when my long, thick fingers splay across and then tighten on her throat, the whimpers that flutter against my palm send need roaring into my swollen cock.

“I've also noticed what happens when you get tired of carrying it all.”

Her expression cracks with a sharp exhale as I lower my mouth to her ear.

“When you desperately want somebody else to fucking TAKE IT.”

A low whine rattles in her throat.

“So, you’re going to give me the toy, Bella, and you’re going to watch while I show you how to fuck yourself properly.”

For a second, after I pull back from her ear, she doesn’t move. She just stares at me, her wide eyes unblinking and her lower lip trembling.

No grin. No joke. No biting comment.

Her throat bobs. Then finally, hesitantly, her eyes still locked on mine, she hands me the toy.

“Now.” My voice is a low, scraped growl. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Her eyes flash.

“Don’t push your l⁠—”

Her words devolve into a whimper when my hand tightens around her throat.

“Careful.”

One word and she falls quiet, raw need flickering in her eyes.

I’m starting to understand why this contradiction gets me so badly.

I don’t want Bella less vicious, or quieter.

I don’t want to tame a single fucking thing about her.

I want this.

The moment, even with that wildness still burning under her skin, that she decides to hand me the controls anyway.

She whimpers, her teeth raking across her lower lip as I drag the vaguely life-like silicon cock between her breasts. Down over her sternum, watching her soft stomach cave slightly as I trace the toy's glans over her bellybutton and then down between her spread thighs.

“Now,” I murmur, my voice low as I hold myself over her, one hand still around her throat and the other dragging the head of the toy up and down her dripping slit. “Let’s do this my way.”

The breath leaves her body, her back arching off the bed and her face crumpling in pure ecstasy when I bury the toy inside her with one thrust. She whines and moans, shifting and gasping as I twist and grind the toy as deep as I can before slowly sliding it back out, until just the head is parting those glistening pink lips.

Then I thrust it in again, angling it against her front wall as I bury it to the hilt. I keep my hand wrapped tight around her throat as I lean over her. Slick wet sounds fill the bedroom as I start to fuck my wife with the toy, watching her face and listening to the whines of desperation rattle from her throat.

“There we go, little nightmare,” I growl into her ear as my fingers tighten against the pulse point of her throat, my other hand pumping the toy in and out of her dripping cunt. “That’s what your greedy pussy needed. You needed me, taking control. Making you take it like a good girl.”

I thrust the toy deep inside her before my thumb flicks over the little switch near the back of it. The fake cock begins to vibrate, and Bella’s low, broken, shattered moan of pleasure electrifies my fucking skin as it cuts through the air.

And my cock eats it the fuck up.

The more she moans and whimpers, the thicker I get. When she grabs the backs of her knees to open herself up more, my cock begins to twitch heavily, leaking precum into my running shorts.