And then he’spushing insideuntil he goes past this magical point, where all the pain disappears.Closing my eyes,I moan his name.
He slapsmy ass.“I told you to call me ‘my king’.”
As he slamshis hand into me, his fingers filling both holes, I struggle to stay standing.He wrapshis otherarm around me as my moans intensify.Pressingthefingersof that handagainst my clit, he rubsit slowly, lovingly, in a powerful contrast to the hardthrust of his other hand.My orgasmbuildsuntil I’mclawing at the door.Banging on it.Twisting against it.Rubbing myself against the wood and his hands.Chasing that specific outside stimulation that’llsend me over the edge.Gasping, so close, I shamelessly whimper, “My king.”
And then I scream.And Idon’teven care that a good brownie neverscreams.
My orgasmripsthrough me, stronger than it’sever been.Stronger than I ever knew they could be.My pussy and ass clench around his fingers, squeezing them in erotic pulses thatleavemy legs trembling and my chest heaving.I want to feel his cock inside me, rubbing against my inner walls as Irideout the end of this ecstasy.
But when he lifts his hands, it’sto grab my hair and pull mearound.He forcesme to my knees, and while I’mstill struggling to breathe, he shoveshis cock inside my mouth.Rough.Hard.All the way.So deep.
My pussy clenchesunder the show of his desire.
My lungs struggle, needing air.
I rear back, gagging and coughing, but hehassuch a strong grip on my hair.Holding me still, he ramshis cock down the very back of my throat.
Again.
And again.
And again.
My eyes water.My hips buck.I want to reach down and touch myself, but my handswon’tleave his hips.My fingers dig into his skin.I want all of him.More.
He pummelsinto my mouth, fucking it like some dirty little hole.Ithinkabout biting himandcausing him to jerk, making him mine while he’smaking me his.
ButIamstruggling so much to breathe that Idon’thave the chance.His handstighten in my hair.My throat gripsthe end of his cock as I gag and choke.Saliva runs down my chin.My breasts.Tears stream down my cheeks.
I look uptopeer into his eyesso I canknow that I’m notjustsome thing for him to use, but he’stoo blurry through my tears.
“Is he kind?”
“No.”
I squirm beneath his thrusts, heat building despite the pain in my mouth from the cut of his piercing.
“What if I don’t wanthimto do something?”
“Trust me.You’ll want him to do everything.”
And dear gods,theguardwas right.Holding me still, he picksup the pace.My teeth scrape against his cock.Cold metalcatcheson my cheek every so often, but hedoesn’tseem to care.And neither do I.Pummelling into me, he staysdeep on the last thrust.
His ballsfeelso tight against my chin.
The underside of his cock pulsesagainst my lips.
Pulling out, hecomesall over my face, his cum mixing with mysaliva andtears.
I pant for the air that I desperately need.I squeeze my thighs together as mypussy pulsesinthatsame tempo, wanting him, needing him to fill me.
Placing two fingers under my chin, he liftsuntil I meet his gaze.“There’s your wedding night,wife,” hesays.“Now get the fuck out of my study, and don’t bother me again.”
When Idon’tmove, too frozen with confusion, he bendsdown to yank up my slip.Not bothering to pull my arms through the straps, he opensthe door.
And shovesme out.
Twenty-Two
