Page 132 of Captive Ruin

“Dangerous,” she mutters. “After all, I hardly know you, husband.”

I draw in a sharp breath. It’s not just that word on her lips, it’s that she doesn’t believe she knows me. A double hit, each one different. “You will, soon.”

Will she be disappointed? It’s not like me to have doubts.

I push them away; this isn’t the time. I have my wife beneath me, and it’s our wedding day.

My hand slips between us, running through her wetness. Her eyes flick wide, then close as she turns her head.

“I’m claiming your obedience now.”

“I’m offering it willingly,” she breathes.

Fuck. I shudder, clinging to the shreds of my control.

Hearing that, I couldn’t be harder for her, and I need to be inside her right now.

“Spread your legs wider.”

She complies at once, lifting her knees again, and her willingness makes my heart flip. She’s not restrained, she’s not being forced. Is this the first time she’s allowed me access to her without some degree of persuasion? I think it is.

I take my cock in my hand, pushing into her slowly. That first stretch pulls a groan from me, and it’s echoed by her high, muffled gasp. I pause, letting her adjust, then draw back and push forward again, this time with my weight behind it. My cock slides in like she’s made for me, her flesh parting at my penetration. Every time, it’s better than I remember, like we belong like this.

“Be gentle please,” she murmurs. “I’m sensitive.”

I go still. Did she really ask that? And like that, with that pleading, begging tone that calls to the sadist in me and just makes me want to fuck her harder?

She’s not wrong; she doesn’t know me very well. Or maybe she does, and her pushing has become subtler.

“Gentle,” I echo. “Right…”

I brace myself with a hand either side of her, gazing down into her upturned face with a smile playing on my lips. She notices immediately, brow furrowing, mouth open to say something, and I thrust into her.

“…Fuck…” she cries, eyes flicking wide then closing, whatever was originally on her lips gone for good.

I pull back slow, then drive into her again, tensing with the effort and the pleasure of it. I think we both shudder.

“This is… gentle?” she breathes.

“I told you I’d give you what you need, not what you want.”

Amelia grips my shoulders as I build my rhythm, her eyelids flickering. Her mouth is slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each breath. I want to play with her breasts, but I need to brace myself. When we’re done here, I’m going to have her on top.

Her pussy clenches around me as she lets slip a moan, and I know she’s close already. I adjust my hips, thrusting so that I rub over her g-spot, and the reaction is immediate. She tenses beneath me, her fingers digging in, her gasps of pleasure almost silent as her orgasm arrives.

I want to see her emotions. “Look at me.”

A slight shake of her head. “I… can’t.”

“Obedience, Little Stray. Try.”

Her eyes flicker open, liquid and so beautiful, and she does so well keeping them open as I thrust into her again. Her lips draw my attention, and I can’t resist leaning in for a kiss. Her eyes close immediately, but I let her because her tongue is responding to mine, and she moans into my mouth. A single deep kiss and she’s on the edge again, legs gripping me tight, drawing me deeper into her.

“Look at me,” I remind her.

She forces her eyes open with a whimper of submission, and it pulls right at my soul. This woman is my everything.

Part of me wonders if I’m in love with her. But no, it’s too early for that. Obsessed, yes. Certainly in lust. But love?