Chapter 11 #2
With my cock swelling to life in my shorts, my voice grew husky.
“You’re right about that.” My palm flattened against her rounded stomach for the first time in a week.
“Like it or not, you’re carrying my son.
There’s a piece of me growing inside of you.
You belong to me, more now than ever before.
And if you want to come, it’ll be at my hand, my mouth, my dick, or not at all. ”
“You’re a real fucking bastard, you know that?” She arched against me when I bit down on her nipple through the fabric of her silk camisole.
Lifting the hem of her top so I could gaze upon the skin stretched taut over the swell of her belly before licking a path lower toward where her hips lifted, desperate for my attention, I hummed. “It’s been brought to my attention a few times before.”
“Asshole.” The insult floated toward the ceiling on a moan as I dipped beneath her tiny shorts, dragging a path through her soaked slit.
“Another fan favorite.” I circled her clit with just enough pressure to drive her wild, but not enough to get her off.
“You’ve made your point,” she panted.
A rough chuckle slipped past my lips. “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve barely begun.”
Rory’s eyes rolled into the back of her head when I sank two fingers into her tight heat. “God, yes.”
“Is this what you wanted?” I pumped into her with slow, deep thrusts.
“Mm-hmm.” Her back bowed off the mattress when I curled the digits to massage her G-spot. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
“Here?” Buried deep, I put firm pressure against where she demanded.
She let out a whimper, her hips bucking against my hand. “Yes. More.”
I slid from her warmth, bringing my glistening fingers to my lips and licking them clean. The taste of her was so addictive that it was a goddamn miracle I’d managed to survive the seven years without a single hit of it.
When I peeked up at her, I couldn’t help but smirk. Her skin was flushed pink, her chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths, her eyes glazed and unfocused. But it was the wrinkle between her brows that I found particularly interesting.
“Problem, sweetheart?”
“Uh.” Her tongue darted out, moistening her plush lower lip. “I didn’t come.”
“No, you didn’t,” I agreed, stroking her upper thigh so that my thumb brushed dangerously close to the copper curls at the apex.
Her forehead creased, confusion written across her face. “Why?”
Crawling up her body, I held myself above her. “Because you need to learn that brats get punished, wife.”
Palms pressed flat to my chest, Rory attempted to push me away, but I remained immovable.
She huffed in frustration, her eyes narrowing.
“Is that how you’re playing this? I buy implements to help scratch an itch.
You tell me you’re the only one allowed to scratch it, then pull the orgasm denial card?
Is that the only way you can feel like a big man, Gio?
Working a pregnant woman into a frenzy only to leave her unsatisfied? ”
Lightning quick, I collared her throat, pressing in at the sides to decrease the blood flow to her brain. “Keep talking and see where it gets you,” I gritted out.
Voice raspy, she replied, “You’ve already taken everything from me.
My freedom, my reproductive choices. Now you’re threatening to strip me of the ability to feel pleasure, too, but how far are you willing to take it?
You gonna remove the detachable showerhead?
Cut off my fingers? Because I’ll be damned if I let you dictate how I take care of my body. ”
Tsking, I chided, “So dramatic.”
Her lips parted on a stunned exhale before she recovered, almost screaming, “I’m dramatic? Might want to look in a mirror, buddy.”
With my free hand, I slid back between her thighs. Rory sighed in relief, her eyes falling shut as I circled the swollen bud that I’d grown skilled at using to detonate her orgasm in five minutes or less.
“That better, baby?” I nibbled a path along the soft skin of her neck until I reached where it met her shoulder before sinking my teeth in.
Fingers slid through the now-short strands of my hair as she writhed beneath me. “Yes.” She drew out the word on a hiss.
I waited until her thighs were trembling before withdrawing again.
It took a full minute for Rory’s brain—and hips— to register the loss of my touch.
When she realized that I’d denied her a second time, her reaction was pure reflex.
With her fingers curled, she raked her nails down my chest, the pain of her ripping my flesh open only making me harder.
My cock was leaking, throbbing in time with my racing heart.
Not skipping a beat, I encouraged her destructive actions. “Go ahead, make me bleed.”
My vicious wife bared her teeth before clawing at me like she wanted to rip me to fucking shreds. Long lines of crimson marked my skin, and eventually, droplets fell to decorate hers as well.
Practically lightheaded as ecstasy surged in my veins, I dropped my pelvis, pressing my aching length between her spread thighs and rocking to ease the pressure mounting in my balls.
There were too many fucking clothes between us. A problem I intended to rectify immediately.
I rose onto my knees, shredding the silk pajama set covering my wife’s incredible body from view.
Unable to resist, I ducked my head to feast on the creamy swells of her breasts, teasing the rose-colored nipples into sharp points with my tongue.
In a few months, they’d start to produce milk, and I nearly blew my load imagining sucking that life-sustaining elixir straight from the source.
Shoving my shorts down my thighs and kicking them away, I flipped Rory over, hauling her onto her knees and forcing them so wide she whined in protest.
From this angle, her glistening pink pussy was on full display, and I bent down, allowing myself one quick lick before continuing to carry out her punishment.
“Gio.” My name was moaned into the sheets.
I caressed the curve of her ass before giving it a firm slap, relishing the way her entire body jolted upon impact.
“Ready to behave?”
Pushing up on her arms, Rory shot me a glare over her shoulder. “Don’t get cocky expecting me to bend the knee after all the shit you’ve pulled these past few months.”
Dark laughter filled the air. “Oh, sweetheart. I’ve already got you on your knees.” Gripping my stiff shaft, I guided it toward its home, running the angry purple head through her slick folds and letting my piercings nudge against her clit.
“Shut up and do it already.” Her hips swung from side to side in invitation.
A corner of my lips twitched. “Last time I checked, you don’t give the orders around here.”
If looks could kill, Enzo would be ordering my gravestone right about now.
She scoffed. “Enjoying your little power trip?”
“Immensely.”
Her gaze lifted to the ceiling as she muttered, “Of course you are.”
Grabbing the discarded dildo, I placed it beside my erection. It was almost comical how the real thing dwarfed the imitation my wife had purchased. But it was the perfect size for what I had in mind.
Without warning, I shoved the silicone cock into her pussy. Since she was dripping down her thighs, it slid in easily. After a few thrusts to ensure it was sufficiently coated in her arousal, I brought the blunt tip to her ass and began working it past the tight ring of muscle.
“Fuck.” Her forehead dropped to the mattress, her fists clenching the sheets.
With shallow pumps, I pushed deeper. “Does it burn, baby?”
Through panting breaths, she replied, “You know it fucking does. You didn’t prep me.”
“I believe your exact words were ‘shut up and do it already.’ Or did I hear that wrong?”
A growl vibrated through her chest as I finally bottomed out with the dildo. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Guess you’ll have to be more clear next time.”
I pressed the button at the base to activate the vibrating feature. Rory squealed in surprise, but it was nothing compared to the shriek she let out when I lined up at her entrance and slammed home, filling her pussy in one smooth stroke.
White-hot pleasure almost caused me to pass out, and I dropped my forehead to the center of her back, trying like hell to hang onto the fraying thread of my control.
Because right now, with her cunt gripping me tighter than I could ever remember, I wanted to let loose, to destroy any illusions she might have that her body didn’t wholly belong to me.
My wife sobbed beneath me. “So full.”
Grunting, I shoved upright. With an iron grip on her hips, I withdrew before surging forward again.
The sharp crack of my abs meeting her ass was like a gunshot used to signal the start of a sprint at a track meet, and we were off to the races.
Each jarring slam forced the cock in her ass deeper, the overwhelming sensation of double penetration causing her to cry out beneath me—begging to come, begging for mercy, begging for me to never stop.
She was a blubbering, shaking mess, the warning ripples of her inner walls almost enough to trigger my own release.
Time was running out. I wouldn’t last much longer.
Gritting my teeth against my balls drawing so tight it was hard to breathe, I forced out, “Who does your pleasure belong to?”
Rory’s knees buckled, and she fell flat against the mattress. I looped an arm around her torso, hauling her upright before landing a sharp smack between her open thighs.
“Who?” I demanded, slowing down and grinding my hips to keep her—and me—right on the edge.
A whimper slipped past her lips, delirious in her need to come.
I pinched her nipple. “Say it.”
She swallowed thickly. “Y-you.”
“That’s my good girl,” I praised before letting her drop back down to her hands and knees and pounding into her as if my life depended on it, like if I couldn’t unload inside her, I might die.
Rory’s screams rose in pitch right before every muscle in her body seized, and her pussy clamped down so strongly that I saw stars.
There was no more holding back; my hips pumped furiously as my orgasm violently tore through me.
Black spots danced across my vision; the force of my release stole the very breath from my lungs.
“Gio, I can’t take any more!” Rory clawed at the sheets, trying to escape our connection.
Completely drained, I collapsed onto the bed, an arm thrown over my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. Still, my wife continued to moan, thrashing beside me, and it took a minute to come back to my senses enough to realize the buzzing I heard was from the vibrating dildo still in her ass.
Lazily, I ran a hand down her spine, between her cheeks, and removed it. She sagged, panting, and with her body so close to mine, I could feel the electric current running beneath the surface of her skin.
I gripped a fistful of her ass. “Do we have an understanding?”
“Mmm?” she mumbled into the bedding.
“You will only come in my presence from this point forward.”
Even blissed out of her mind, sass leaked into her tone. “At this point, you might as well just put a damn collar around my neck with a tag that reads: Property of Gio Bellini.”
“That can be arranged, but I’d settle for seeing your rings back on your finger.”
She cracked one eye open. “No, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.” I shoved off the mattress, headed for the shower. “But keep in mind, you won’t be leaving this house until they’re back in their rightful place.”
My back might be to her, but I knew my wife well enough to know she was giving me a one-fingered salute.
The woman was as stubborn as they come. But I wasn’t budging.
She either played by my rules or she suffered. Her choice.