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“Again,” he shouts this time. He takes the two fingers from my pussy and forces them into my asshole. I try to writhe away but he bites the flesh on my thigh and ignites the sting he left there with his belt.
He uses his other hand and stuffs two fingers into my pussy.
I’m all over the place. But Kayne doesn’t stop. The two fingers in my asshole become three. I can feel him rubbing his fingers against the thin sheath that separates my asshole from my pussy.
He scissors in and out of me. Perspiration soaks my back and between my breasts.
The pressure I feel is incredible. Kayne twists his fingers around inside of me.
I clench my whole body. I know what’s going to happen.
But that’s what Kayne wants. He lowers his head and engulfs my clit in his mouth.
The sounds I’m making are so unfamiliar to my ears that I can’t believe it’s me.
I’m going to come. But something else is going to happen first. I can’t stop my body. My womb feels too full. Kayne’s rough onslaught on my clit, his fingers in my pussy, and in my asshole releases what little control I had left. I want him to stop.
“Kayne, please, stop. I need… need the bathroom…”
He raises his head from my clit.
“No.” That one harsh word triggers a catastrophic event in me.
I’m shivering despite perspiring. I’m ashamed yet unable to control myself. A flood of liquid gushes out of me and sprays into the air and then I come with such violence it feels as if I’ve left my body behind.
Kayne bends his head and sucks my clit once more, redirecting my orgasm again and creating utter chaos in my body and my mind. Another flood of liquid leaves me.
“Fuck,” Kayne roars. He releases his hold of my pussy and my asshole. He’s unzipping his pants at the same time as he penetrates me again with two of his fingers, curled up inside me, stroking that part of me that makes me gush like a fountain. I don’t last long.
He releases his cock and I wet his hard thickness with the stream of my arousal. Some superhuman strength has me desperately trying to rip the rope off me. I need to hold him.
He places his cock at my entrance.
Then he stops. I see his torment flash before my eyes in a heartbeat.
“Not now,” he says and turns away from me.
“Kayne,” I shout. He has no idea the effort I had to draw out to be able to think while part of my body was still spasming from the orgasm he had just given me, the other part floating in some sort of subspace he had taken me to when he belted my ass, my thighs and my pussy, and the part of me that is constantly embroiled in the fear that I’m losing my husband if he doesn’t come inside me.
“Kayne,” I scream at his back. He turns around and then comes to me. His actions are urgent but precise, he unbinds the ropes from my arms and legs and frees me from the table.
“Not yet,” he says again and I’m so confused. Why does he have to wait? What is he waiting for?
I climb off the table and need to hold onto it for support.
I’m a mess. I can’t think straight. I can’t walk straight. My body screams under the after-effects of what Kayne has done to me, yet my mind coasts on a different frequency.
It’s a physical struggle to bring myself back to reality.
He comes to me. And I stop him.
“I don’t want you to take care of me if you’re not going to… going to make love to me completely, not just making me come and then leaving me.”
I know what he’s going to do. But I can’t just allow myself to be bathed, soothed, and put to bed as if nothing is wrong.
I’m mad and sad and angry and frustrated. I’m everything all at once and I want to be heard.
There’s so much strife between us. It’s constantly there, like a third partner in our marriage. But I want the whole thing. Every part of him. I want eternal happiness.
