“Well”—I rattle the cuffs again—“you thought wrong. Next time you want to shop for sex toys to spice up our sex life—don’t. You’ve already proven you shouldn’t be let loose in a sex shop.”
He presses a button and his face lights up. “Look at that; it vibrates.”
“Wow. You deserve a gold star for your observational skills—” My words end in a choking sound when he presses the vibrator against my clit.
“You were saying?”
My wrists pull on the cuffs as I squirm on the bed, fighting off the pleasure. This is now a matter of pride. While a dragon cock could be fun with anyone but my infuriating, intolerable husband, there’s no way in fucking hell I’ll let him get me off.
“Oh, look, you’re making a mess of the scales.” He chuckles as he circles my sensitive clit. “I bet it would feel amazing inside you. What do you say, wife? You love literature, right? What do they call it? Romantasy.”
“Asshole!” I groan, but my hips jut closer as if my body’s working against me.
“You want the dragon cock in your ass? Easy there, tiger. I know you’re eager?—”
With a growl, I try to kick at him, but he easily overpowers me and asks, “Do you know what makes the dragon cock special?” He slides it through my slit until it rests against my slick entrance. “It’s bigger than the others. It’s even bigger than the King Cock. Think you can fit it?”
“You have a thing for size, you pervert?” A moan strangles my vocal cords when he inches it inside me. Fuck. It’s big. So fucking big I’m panting by the time the tip is in.
“You’re going cross-eyed,” he says with another maddening chuckle.
“You know,” I reply, fighting back another choked moan, “if I weren’t shackled to the bed, I would slap your smug face.”
He pulses the dildo inside me, sliding it a little bit deeper with each thrust. “I have to say, Mrs. Delacroix, you look a mess, with a dragon dildo in your cunt while covered in cum like a Picasso painting.”
“What are you doing now?” I ask as he bends me in half and whacks the speed up to max on the vibrator. It’s too much too soon, and I quiver as he works the dildo deep, thrusting harder and faster, until the only sound louder than my moans are the traitorous, obscene wet sounds my pussy makes.
With the dildo fully inside me, he shifts his briefs out of the way with one hand while he traps my ankles with the other.
I’m impressed by my own acrobatic skills. No man has ever held me bent in half like this before. Not that I have a lot of experience with sex, but this is new.
Darian retrieves a bottle of lube from the nightstand, and I crane my neck to see what he’s up to, not wanting him to stop.
Then I feel it.
Pressure against my asshole.
“Relax,” he says when I tense up. “Keep your legs there.” He lets go of my ankles, then thrusts the dildo deeper when it threatens to pop out because I stiffen. “Good girl. It was one of the biggest dildos in the store, and you take it like a fucking champ. Think you can handle your husband’s cock, too?”
I nod as pain burns in my ass. “Y-yes.”
“You want to please your husband, don’t you, baby?”
Another nod as I answer without hesitation. “Very much, but I haven’t done this before.”
A bright smile spreads across his lips. “That’s okay. Relax. Deep breaths, baby.”
I inhale as he thrusts forward. It hurts, but the intoxicating swirling shadows in his eyes make it worth every moment of discomfort.
I never realized before how much I want to please Darian Delacroix. How much I want to make him feel good, or how much I love it when his hair falls over his damp brow and how his lips part with pleasure.
Once his cock is halfway inside my ass, he drags his big hand over my face, smearing the cum, and then he pushes two fingers past my lips, watching me suck on them. “I knew from the very first moment I saw you that you would be this pliant for me. My own fuck toy to use however I want.” His cock twitches in my ass, and I clench around it. “I wanted to break you.” He presses down on my tongue, making me gag as tears spill from my eyes. “Humiliate you, like your father humiliated my mother.”
Before his words can fully register in my hazy mind, he slams his hand over my mouth and buries himself in my ass. The full sensation overwhelms me as the vibrator hits some magical spot within, making me tremble.
He pulls out to the tip before ramming inside me again, and again, and again.
“But then I realized that you get off on humiliation. That you’re as fucked up as I am. And guess what?” Balanced on his forearm, he drags his tongue through the cum on my face and then whispers, “I like it.”
