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Nicolette
As sleep slips further away, I reach out a hand, wondering where my husband is. The clink of metal on metal sends my eyes open. I blink twice, a third time.
Holy shit, there are leather cuffs around both my wrists. And the cuffs are connected to the wrought iron headboard. I roll over from my stomach and sit up—oh. There’s something inside me.
I’m torn between laughter and unease. Laughter because I love how he’s tied me to the bed. I hope I spend my entire honeymoon tied to it for his pleasure. Unease because there’s something in my ass. Manuel has pleaded for him to fuck me there. But I’m scared by his size. Hell, there are still times if I’m not as wet as I should be, it hurts when he fucks me—and I loved him inside me.
Manuel appears in the doorway of the bedroom, carrying a tray of food. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.”
I flash him a wary look. The bastard throws his head back and laughs. “Manuel…”
He crosses the room and sets the tray on the bedside table. “Yes, my slutty little slave?”
A blush washes over me all the way to my belly button at what the words do to me. Another laugh pours from him down over my heated skin. His hand is around my neck, pulling me up to his mouth. I pant with anticipation of his kiss. He’s cruel, stopping inches from my lips. “Your pussy gushed like a waterfall, didn’t it, my perfect cock sleeve?”
Words won’t come. All I can do is nod, eyes wide in wonder.
His other hand runs through my hair before gripping it tight enough it stings. “This is what you want, my sweet slut. You want a man who adores every inch of your sexy as fuck body. Who is desperate to own you the same way you own me. To teach you all the pleasure within your body and watch you glory in your sexuality. Sex isn’t dirty, fucking isn’t dirty, everything your kinky little heart desires is what you deserve. I’m going to fuck your lush ass. And you’re going to come from it.”
I shake my head in fear.
One side of his beautifully molded lips tip up. “Yes. I own every inch of you, inside and out. We’re going to go slow. The butt plug inside you went in without you even aware of it. I have several more increasing in size to prepare you for my cock. This is for you as well as me. Your pussy will ache with the number of times I’m going to fuck you. By the time we leave, you will not only come with my cock inside you—you’ll beg for me to fuck you there the same as you beg for my cock inside your pussy.”
I’m wondering how the hell it’s possible when the hand in my hair tightens. “This isn’t slave behavior, saying no to me. You’re trying my patience.”
I blink, and I’m back on the bed, Manuel kneeling over me. He pushes his cock into my mouth in a punishing thrust. The hand around my throat tightens, and it goes straight to my weeping center.
He fucks my mouth like he hasn’t since the night we met. I glory in his use, loving the way he fights a moan and the arm holding him up above me shakes with the struggle to hold his weight. Opening wide, I take him into my throat and swallow around his thick cock.
“There she is. My good girl loves my cock so much. Don’t you, baby?” I nod as I swallow again. The hand around my throat flexes. “You’re going to give me your ass, aren’t you?”
The devil inside me has me shaking my head as I close my eyes. He comes down my throat with a growl low in his chest.
His cock is out of my throat. He slaps my lips with his cock. “Naughty girl.” Shaking his head, he clicks his tongue against his teeth. “You want me to take your ass the same way I took your mouth and your pussy the first time.”
Pressing my lips closed, I don’t answer.
A rough hand tweaks a hard nipple, sending a squeal out of me. “Don’t you?”
Sucking my lips inside my drooling mouth, I shake my head. “No. Please don’t.” I whimper as I lick at his cock, desperate for the come dripping from his thick head.
He sighs as he lowers his forehead to mine. “It’s going to hurt worse than it has to if I do. This is your last warning.”
I reach between us, gripping his silky, hot cock. “Please, don’t fuck my ass. Please don’t own me like the slutty slave I am for you. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Fucking hell, you’re going to send me into an early grave,” he mutters in exasperation as he rolls off me. I hate I have to let his cock go.
I am a bad girl for loving the way he gives into me. The same way I knew there could only be pain the first time he fucked me, I don’t care how hard he works, there is no getting away from the pain this time. And the admission spills from me. “I like the pain.”
Turning from the bedside table, he sets down a small box and a bottle of lube he pulled from the drawer. A frown appears as he turns back to me. He’s sitting beside me on the bed and runs a hand over my forehead to swipe my hair away. His jaw works. “I don’t like hurting you.”
“Just a little. It starts as pain, but then it kind of explodes into something new and different, and it’s almost like coming.” I try to explain. “I know you don’t want to hurt me—it’s why I trust you to.”
He sighs. “It isn’t wrong. You liking sex isn’t something you should be punished for.”
The words stun me. I close my eyes against the tears threatening to fall. His lips brush over mine. “Don’t cry, my sweet slave. There should never be any shame for what brings you pleasure. Pleasure doesn’t have to come with pain for it to be acceptable.”
I couldn’t stop now if I tried. The sobs are torn from me in heaving swallows. I’m picked up and carried into the bathroom where he sinks below warm water and settles me into his lap.
