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She made her way over to him and opened her wrap around dress, sucker-punching him in his cock with her nudity.
He didn’t say a word other than to lock his gaze on her thick, hard nipples. She was pure voodoo. A wicked hex always sucking his cock every minute of the day. He raised his eyes to hers, already knowing he’d find that look. He stood before her, locking her in his gaze. That special mix he was becoming familiar with sparked in the crystal blue pools. Little burning embers of lust and hope. Desperation dictating its path. He was the path. And the destination was learning fully and exactly why Tully needed to be sexually punished.
He couldn’t deny that the process was creating something in him that wasn’t there before. Something intimately connected to her. Giving her what she craved made him crave it too. As though it were contagious. And there was a danger in that. He needed to understand the alchemy of it. But…it required risks and that was something he’d never dare with her, not with a single hair on her sweet body.
“Get the restraints my Wicked Elixir.”
While she hurried to obey, he went over her treatment plans. Punishment, pain, and pleasure. His pleasure. This was the unholy trio she seemed bound to. Unholy due to its origin being from the hell he carried her out of. Otherwise, utterly divine. After every sexual exchange, he always readied the next one in his mind. He varied positions and restraints. He varied punishments and pain. And he varied his pleasure. She was due to be tied in a particular way this time with particular punishments and pain thresh holds. And his cock raged with an eagerness to perform it, especially since he was using it to bring the pain, something he’d not done yet, nor had he ever wanted to do. But the latest data was conclusive. He needed to recreate safe pain pathways and they needed to be directly connected to him. All her pain and pleasure would become his to control. Andonlyhim. The vibrating bullet with clitoris stimulator that he could control was for the pleasure, only because he didn’t have two cocks. The universe be damned for it.
“What about my blindfold?” she asked when he finished restraining her. He didn’t answer. He had her on their bed, face up this time, her legs tied so they were bent at the knees. He forced each limb against the bed and added second restraints to ensure they stayed wide open.
“You want me to watch?” she wonder-whispered, arousal making her words soft as he climbed on the bed and tied her arms open and stretched to their limit. “Are you ignoring me?” Her curiosity held mild worry and he made a note of it. It was like fishing. Everything he did was bait for new data, and she’d just given him more. But he had to test it to confirm and so continued to ignore her.
“Are you angry with me?” she asked, her chest heaving as he undressed, her eyes on his body before raising to his face. Still, he didn’t answer her.
He turned and picked up the tin of oil then added lubrication to his cock.
“If you want… we can wait,” she said, her voice small, more worry coming through.
He looked at her, reading her gaze and measuring what he saw in it. Right before his eyes, the crystal blue windows shimmered with tears.
In a surge of panic, he spun for his knife and cut her free, laying next to her and pulling her into his embrace, petting her head. “Tully, why are you crying?” he cooed, laying her on her back and staring down in her face while covering it with kisses.
“You’re getting tired of me and my dumb games.”
“No, no, no,” he swore, kissing the tremble in her lips. “That’s impossible, you’re my sun and morning star. How would life exist if you’re not here with me? It surely couldn’t. The earth would stop spinning and gravity would be no more, and all the people would fall off into space and I would be glad for it because nobody deserves to live if I can’t have you all for myself. You are mine, yes? Tell me you are, quickly, before I die from sadness.”
She nodded and squeaked “I am,” while holding his face and kissing him.
“My sweet Tully,” he said in her mouth. “You know what I love more than anything?”
“What? Tell me so I can always give you that.”
“I love with all my being making love to my beautiful wife.”
She searched his face, tears pouring. “Me?”
His laugh gushed out and he kissed her. “Are you the beautiful, amazing, perfect Tully?”
“If you say I am.”
“I do say you are.”
She had hold of his cock and put it at her hot opening. “Do what you love with all your being. Because what you love I love. And you love me?”
The sincere, hopeful question broke his very soul. “So much,” he swore, kissing her deeply as he slid slowly inside her.
“How much?” she asked, because the measure of a thing was the only way to truly define it.
“More than all the numbers, and all the colors, and all the sounds and tastes.”
Her shocked breath filled his mouth when he thrust to the very bottom of her. “That’sso much!”
Fuck, she was crying again. “There aren’t enough things in this world and in this universe to measure how much I love you. I love you more than the sum of all things, Tully.”
She laughed and kissed him, her fingers clawing his ass, forcing him deeper faster.
“I love you the exact same!” she cried, amazed that their answers matched.
