My hand between her legs thrusts two fingers all the way into her, and her body jerks. I force a third one inside her, and her heavy panting fills the room. I start finger-fucking her, and her hips rock back and forth with my rhythm, unable to stop herself. Her knees fight to close, but I change up my position and kneel before her, using my knees to shove hers open as far as I can. She’s completely immobile with no voice and no choice but to kneel and enjoy it.
Her body stiffens, her cunt clamping down on my fingers, and she comes. Removing my fingers from her pussy and her mouth, she sags on her knees. I hold up my now cum-soaked hand and look at it. I want to lick them clean, but I don’t. That orgasm wasn’t for me.
I stand and look down at her. She’s got some drool on her chin but not nearly enough.
“I want that mouth drooling as much as that pussy,” I say, and she whimpers. Her tear-filled blue eyes shine up at me.
My right hand grips the top of her hair to hold her head in place, and I stick two fingers into her mouth with her cum on them. I slowly run them along the inside of her cheek before going to the other one. “Stick your tongue out for me,” I order softly.
She sticks it through the ring, and I run my fingers over the top of it, pushing them to the back of her throat, making her gag and her body jerk. I do it again and hold them there.
Her body fights me, the chains clinking while she pulls on them. “Breathe through your nose,” I tell her.
She doesn’t have much experience in the sucking dick department. I’ve only had my cock in her mouth that one time during the vow ceremony. Women need training to deep throat a dick. Some—but not most I’ve been with—can do it right out of the gate. Like they practice on dildos at home alone before they even have boyfriends to master the craft.
Her throat works while she tries to swallow, and I run my fingers up and down her tongue before pressing them to the back—repeating the motion. She gags once again, and I watch fresh tears run down her face when she blinks.
Pulling my hand out completely, she chokes, spit flying from her mouth. Drool now runs down her chin and covers her perfect breasts and flat stomach while she sucks in breath after breath. “That’s more like it.”
Her head hangs forward the best it can, a line of drool leaking from her open mouth reaching the floor, and I watch her shaking body with satisfaction.
My girl.
My wife.
My filthy little slut.
I remove my mask, throwing it to the floor before I remove the cloak, getting more comfortable.
BLAKELY
I CAN’T FEELmy hands or my legs. They’re all numb. My body is covered in sweat and drool, and my jaw hurts.
Opening my heavy eyes, I see him widen his stance in front of my kneeling body and know what’s coming. The sound of his zipper only confirms it.
His hand grips the hair on top of my head, and he lifts my head, pushing it back. I look up at him through watery eyes while he stares down at me with what I can only explain as raw dominance.
I love it!
This is what my body wants. What it needs. To be his. You can be someone’s wife but still want to be used. Ryat never makes me feel ashamed or embarrassed for that.
I try swallowing the excess drool sitting at the back of my throat, but it doesn’t work. Biting his bottom lip, he strokes his hard dick a few times before he steps into me.
He slides into my mouth, and the excess drool pushes out the sides of my open lips and runs down my skin to land on my tits. My entire body is wet—if not from sweat then drool or the cum between my legs.
His cock slides along the inside of my mouth, and I try to suck on it the best I can, but it’s impossible since my lips can’t close around it.
“Fuck, Blake,” he growls. Letting go of the top of my head, he bends his knees, getting lower, and spreads his large hand across the back of my head, holding it in place while he slowly fucks my mouth, knowing that it won’t stay like this for long.
He pushes to the back of my throat, and I gag, my body fighting not to vomit while trying to breathe at the same time.
I blink, fresh tears running down the side of my face, and he looks down at me, his green eyes hooded and needy. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth and biting down.
My soaked pussy clenches, wanting him to fuck it.
As he pulls completely out of my mouth, the drool runs down my front once again before he pushes back into me, shoving it to the back of my throat harder this time. Right as I gag, he pulls it out. I get a quick breath in just before he shoves his hips forward. His hand on the back of my head keeps it from moving. There’s no way for me to fight it.
No. I’m his to use however he wants. And it’s got my nipples hard and pussy begging to be fucked.
His good girl.
My nose is running as much as my eyes are crying. I can only imagine how awful I must look, but he is staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
Pulling out, he forces his way back in, and when his eyes fall shut, I know he’s about to fuck my mouth as if it’s my pussy when he moans, “Goddamn.”
I kneel, cuffed and gagged wide open for him to use, fighting the urge to vomit and trying to breathe every chance I get.
His fingers grip my hair, and my eyes start to roll back into my head from lack of oxygen when he pulls out of my mouth, and a feral growl rips through the room right before his cum hits my mouth, face, and body.
I sag on the floor, trying to breathe, when I hear him zip up his jeans. I open my heavy eyes, looking up at him through watery lashes.
He kneels before me, breathing heavily. He reaches out, his hand wrapping around my throat but not taking away my air. Thank God, because I’m still trying to catch mine. “Good girl, Blake. Good girl.”
My eyes fall closed, and an unintelligible whimper comes from my open mouth at his praise. It was worth it!
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
RYAT
IWALK BEHIND her and undo the chain connected to her cuffs. Her body relaxes as if she thinks I’m about to free her from the handcuffs, but that’s not the case.
Pressing my hand to her back, I order, “Face on the floor.” I know it’s hard to move her sore body, so I grab her shoulder and help her. Her face lays down on the cum and drool and she spreads her legs wide for me, showing me that glistening cunt.
I kneel behind her, my hands on her ass cheeks, and she wiggles it for me. I push two fingers into her pussy, and she shifts on her knees. I know the concrete floor is cold and unforgiving, but that’s the point. My wife likes a little pain with her pleasure.
I shove a third finger into her, and mumbled cries come from her still gagged mouth. Leaning over, I spit on her ass and move my fingers from her cunt upward. She shifts once again, and I place my hand on her back. “Don’t move, Blake!” I warn.
Even though I just came, I’m still hard. I’m always ready for her. No matter what. Unzipping my jeans again, I pull out my still wet dick and spread her legs wider with mine, forcing her to arch her back more.
I slide into her wet cunt and reach up to grab the chain connecting her handcuffs, holding them in place while my other hand spreads across her lower back, my thumb sliding into her ass.
She shifts, unintelligible noises fill the room from her open mouth gag and I smile. I don’t give her any warning or chance to recover from what I’ve already done to her. Instead, I take my wife like I’m paying to use her—hard and fast.
My body slapping hers. My knees ache from the concrete floor so I know her entire body is hurting. But it doesn’t stop her from cumming again, this time all over my cock. I’m not far behind her.
Pulling out, I stand and she stretches out her body, lying down flat. I remove the key from my pocket and undo the cuffs, followed by the buckle on the gag. She cries when I remove it from her mouth. “Roll over,” I demand softly. Her body is sluggish, but she does as she’s told, and her heavy eyes look up at me.
Bending down, I place my arms under her shaking body and pick her up, carrying her out of the basement and up to the apartment.
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I HELP HERout of the bath after washing her hair and soaping her body for her. I wrap the towel around her before picking her up into my arms.
She’s about to pass out. Our little session down in the basement took what little she had left to give. Setting her on the side of the bed, I dry her off a little more, and then she lies down, snuggling into the sheets.
“Here.” I hand her two painkillers, knowing her jaw has to be sore along with everything else. I didn’t want to keep her down there for long, considering the position I had her in.
She takes them and then hands me her bottle of water. I set it on the nightstand and then crawl in next to her. “Lie on your stomach,” I order.
I straddle her back and rub my hands together quickly, warming them up before placing them on her skin. She moans when I start rubbing on her. Maybe a minute goes by before I hear her start softly snoring, but I continue to rub her back, arms, and legs, hoping it will help her soreness when she wakes up in the morning.
Once I’m done, I lie down and pull her into me. Kissing her wet hair, I whisper, “I love you.” Hoping she can hear me before I close my eyes.
They spring open when I hear my cell go off.
Groaning, I reach over to the nightstand and pick it up.
Mandatory meeting at house of Lords.
I close it and sigh. It’s later on tonight. Thankfully, it’s early enough that I can go to the meeting and be back to Blackout before Blake has to do her initiation.