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Willow closes her eyes as I circle back around her, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nightstand. I might be a hard master, but I’m not cruel to my toys, and Willow is my favorite. My only.
Sliding a hand along the back of her thigh, I reacquaint myself with the shape of her ass, pulling both cheeks apart to add to her dose of humiliation, letting her sink deeper into the headspace I need her in before I ruin her.
The dark hole we’ve played with but never broken in full winks at me, and I smile. Freeing my aching cock, I rub myself leisurely, drawing out the moment as she shudders and trembles without my touch, already so on edge that a single flick to her pulsing skin could break her.
Instead of fingering her first, the lube’s cold, clinical kiss is all she feels, sliding over her heated flesh, dipping into a place I promised her I would claim. Her legs shake, and I pull out my phone and snap pictures with the sound on, so she knows exactly what I’m doing.
When I’ve teased her and myself enough I play with her asshole without touching any other part of her, sliding my finger around in sensuous circles until she’s panting and straining.
We haven’t even started yet, my little fuck toy of a wife.
I push my finger into her dark rosette, and she lets out a shuddering breath. Her hole clenches around me as I fuck her gently with it, working in two, then three and scissoring my fingers, stretching her. Willow doesn’t move, doesn’t fight, except to stay relaxed through my mental torture while I stimulate her body to its shattering point. I can smell her pussy gushing down her thighs but that hole will remain unused, bare tonight.
Whenever I punish her from now on, nothing will fill that hole and she’ll remain empty, while I fill the rest of her to overflowing with my cum. A reminder of who we are and who she is to me.
Nudging her asshole with my cock I push in gently, watching with fascination as the mushroom head pops in, her ring strangling the underside of my crown. Managing to hide my gasp at the sensation, I tug free, her ass not quite closing the way it did before. Repeat, again and again until she’s gaping a little more and sobbing silently, her shoulder shaking with the forbidden pleasure, and the never-ending, unsatisfying tease.
All the while just managing to hold onto my own pleasure. I won’t fill her until I’m ready and satisfied she’s broken to me, craving me. The way I crave her.
She’s my obsession, and no one else’s. I’ll claim all her firsts for myself, sear my name against the fabric of her soul.
Sliding all the way into her stretched asshole, I settle my weight against her pale round ass cheeks, rocking a little and keeping back the groan building in my throat. She’s held silent in her suffering, keeping her side of the deal. Can I do anything less in return for her?
And so I fuck her raw until my cock screams from the building pressure, frenzied, and filled with the madness only she incites in me. Her body pulses and flutters on me, milking my cock as I feel her orgasm building.
I allow it, not ruining the onslaught of bliss for her, knowing the forbidden shame of coming like this will play on her mind over and over again. The sadist in me needs that, needs her to crave my broken, fucked-up soul as much as I do hers. And when I come, I scream her name, filling her until my cum drips back along my cock and trickles into her pussy.
Willow shudders, her head thrown back, my belt still clenched between her teeth as she pulses around me, coming for what feels like forever, the tease I gave her so great. Her legs fold and I catch her before she hits the carpet, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her on the floor of the shower. She lost her shoes somewhere in our wake, and I kick off my pants, extracting the leather belt and massaging her cheeks as she stares at me through a sheen of tears and forgiveness.
I kiss her deep and lovingly and all the things I am only for her, my cum dripping from her ass, the scent of sex and heartbreak wrapping around us. Her arms fling around my neck and she sobs out the three words I feared I’d never hear again from her.
“I love you.”
****
Luca brings us trays of food and pots of coffee for the next twelve hours while I worship my wife and give her more orgasms than she can endure, holding her as she sleeps only to wake her and fuck her gently, rocking us both to a series of sweet orgasms, not letting her pull away from me. Each time we drowse or wake it’s with my cock still hard inside her, and I fuck her again, showing her how much I appreciate her surrender, her acceptance, her forgiveness.
And when she guides me back to her asshole, begging me softly with eyes full of love, I take her again, letting her show me what she likes, and her punishment becomes a benchmark for us both.
My day is perfect, my wife by my side, full of cum in every damn hole in her body and refusing to wash, begging for more than I can give. I sip my slightly cold coffee as she nuzzles my cock, refusing to stop, sucking me gently as she rests her head on my thighs. This isn’t the sort of blowjob designed to get me off; it’s a sweet, loving gesture, cleaning me, suckling while she traces patterns on my thighs, needing to stay close.
I appreciate her reciprocation more than I can acknowledge.
Resting a hand in her hair and petting her gently, I let her play, grateful to have her back where I need, in a place she belongs. Whatever our future holds, we will conquer it together.
Perfect—right up until a phone call blows my world to hell. I pick up the call on speaker without looking at the screen.
“Yeah?”
I should have looked.
“You lost me my brother, Gallo,” Konnor’s cold, detached voice filled with vengeance emanates around my room and shatters everything I spent the last hours rebuilding in a second of silence.
I swallow, tugging at Willow when she freezes, pulling her along my body and tucking her into my side. I knew the treaty we made was worthless the moment Devon died in her car. And I have no fucking idea how to heal an irreparable hole that destroys the treaty between my people and his. Keeping both sides safe.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” The useless words are hollow fragments of shattered hope.
“You are sorry.” Konnor laughs, a rough sound I recognize, knowing what it feels like to have my heart ripped from my soul.
