15. Damian #2
She lets out a choked moan, the sound vibrating against my heated flesh, and my hand tightens in her hair. Her eyes are watering, tears starting to drip from her lashes, and I give her a moment to adjust before I start to push my cock into her throat .
“You said you wanted to please me, devochka ,” I growl. “To learn how I like my cock sucked. I want you to take as much as you can. You can take it, dorogoy .”
She chokes as I push my tip into her throat, and I can see that it’s too much. Even in the fog of my lust, my aching length begging to be shoved down her throat while I fuck her face, I pull back, knowing that it’s too much for her first time. She needs to be trained, taught, not broken.
I slide out to the tip, then draw myself out of her mouth as she gasps for breath. “I’m sorry,” she gasps, and I shake my head.
“You’re doing perfectly,” I promise her.
“Take it again, dorogoy . An inch at a time. Run your tongue all around the tip, just underneath— fuck —” I groan as she obeys, swirling her tongue over the taut, swollen head before teasing the soft flesh beneath, testing my instructions.
“You’re a natural, dorogoy . And you look so pretty with your mouth full of my cock. ”
Sienna whimpers, her tongue lashing against me again as she takes another inch, tightening her lips as she sucks. She looks up at me as she does it, as if begging for approval, to be told if she’s doing it right, and I cup her face in my hand, groaning as she takes more.
“Good girl. That feels so fucking good. You take my cock so well.” I grit my teeth, trying not to imagine murmuring those same words while I fill her pussy with my throbbing length.
I’m not going to fuck her. This is as far as it goes.
I’m going to come in her mouth, punish her for disobeying, give her an orgasm, and then walk away.
And that’s the end of it. That’s the end of it .
It’s a mantra that I repeat in my head, as much to stave off my orgasm as to remind myself that I cannot let this go further.
Under no circumstances can I fuck my wife.
The pleasure builds, tightening at the base of my spine as heat races up it. Her mouth feels so fucking good, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
“Fuck, Sienna—” I gasp her name without meaning to, and I see her eyes widen as she hears it, rasping over my lips as my accent thickens, my pulse thundering in my temples as I struggle to contain my orgasm. I don’t want to come yet, but I need to, and I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
I feel the tip brush against the back of her throat, pushing deeper, feel her choke around my cock as she lets out a strangled moan—and I lose control.
“ Fuck, dorogoy , I’m going to—” I feel my cock stiffen in her mouth, impossibly hard as it pulses and the first hot spurt jets out, coating the back of her tongue and her throat.
I feel her jerk, see her eyes widen in surprise as she chokes, and I know I should let her go, pull out, come anywhere but down her throat.
But the primal part of my brain has taken over, and all I can think of is how fucking gorgeous she looks with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, choking on my cum as I spurt down her throat.
“Take it all, dikaya koshka ,” I growl. “Swallow every drop, khoroshaya devochka . Good girl. Good—” My cock throbs again, more cum filling her mouth, and I see her struggling to keep both my cock and cum inside, her lips puffing out around my cock as she fights to swallow as fast as I’m coming.
A drop of it pearls at the corners of her lips, cum beginning to run down her chin, and my hips jerk as I feel the final spurt coat her tongue.
I catch the cum dripping from her chin, sliding my cock free as I replace it with my cum-soaked fingers. “Lick them clean, khoroshaya devochka . Every drop.”
Her cheeks are streaked with tears, her eyes watery, her lips swollen, but she sucks my fingers into her mouth all the same, licking them clean without ever breaking eye contact.
I’m still mostly hard, my cock refusing to deflate even after that powerful climax, and all I can think as I watch my wife lick my cum off of my fingers is that she’s fucking perfect.
She’s naturally submissive. Trainable. Innocent.
I could mold her into the perfect fuck-toy, a willing, perfect doll for me to fuck when I pleased, who would get on her knees to please me exactly the way I taught her to.
I can feel my cock stiffening all over again just at the thought, and guilt sweeps through me, desire and repulsion tangling together in a strange, knotting sensation in my stomach.
I’m disgusted with myself—and I’m already hard again.
“Did I do it right?” she whispers, still on her knees as she looks up at me. It hasn’t occurred to her to move yet, I don’t think. She’s waiting for me to tell her what I want her to do next.
Fucking perfect.
“You did very well, khoroshaya devochka ,” I murmur. “My good girl.”
“I’ll do better next time.” Her tongue sweeps over her lower lip, and my jaw tightens.
“There won’t be a next time, Sienna. I told you?—”
“You did.” She bites her lip. “I hoped it was good enough?—”
“It’s not about how good it was, dikaya koshka ,” I tell her sharply, some of the command returning to my voice.
“It’s about you following instructions. About you obeying me.
You’re here for my protection, not to pleasure me.
And you’ve already broken the rules twice.
” I reach for her elbow, pulling her up to her feet, and she comes easily.
I think I see disappointment in her face.
“I haven’t forgotten that you need to be punished for that, dorogoy . ”
Her teeth sink deeper into her lower lip. “What are you going to do?” she whispers, and I see a flicker of fear in her face—fear that shouldn’t fucking turn me on, and that sends a jolt through my stiffening cock all the same.
I reach down, forcing my hard cock back into my pants, zipping myself up and fastening the button.
My length is straining to be free again, but this isn’t about my pleasure any longer.
I’ve had that. What I need now is to remind Sienna of the rules, of what I’ve told her, and of the consequences if she disobeys.
And then, if she takes her punishment well, I’ll let her come before I leave her for the night.
Leaving her wet and wanting won’t make her behave any better, I reason, but I know that as much as that might be the truth, it’s equally true that I’m going to make my wife come because I want to hear the sound of her orgasming for me again.
“Come here.” I walk back toward the bed, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress. Sienna’s brow wrinkles as she walks toward me, a small, confused frown on her pretty lips. As soon as she’s standing in front of me, I reach for her waist, pulling her down in one swift movement across my lap.
She lets out a sharp cry of surprise, one hand grabbing the edge of the bed to balance herself.
I put one hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, the other reaching for the waistband of her silky sleep shorts.
I tug them down over the gentle swell of her ass, baring her slender, rounded cheeks as Sienna lets out another gasp.
I press one palm against her bare ass, her only covering being the thin strip of lace running between her cheeks and over her pussy, and push her hair to one side so that I can grip the back of her neck with my other hand.
“You’re going to get a spanking, neposlushnaya devchonka ,” I murmur, feeling my cock twitch and strain beneath her with my own excitement. “Fifteen strokes with my hand, this time. And next time, dikaya koshka , if you disobey, it will be twenty with my belt. Do you understand?”
There’s a quaver in her voice when she answers. “Yes.” Her voice shakes, but a part of me thinks that it’s not only with fear. That there’s excitement there, too.
But that’s what I want to think. What my aching cock wants me to think. The truth couldn’t possibly be that simple, that my wife, coerced into marrying me, is turned on by the thought of me spanking her for breaking the rules.
I rub my hand across her ass, and I feel a shudder run through her. I can smell her scent, sandalwood and vanilla, rising from her warm skin—and something else, too. Her arousal, I think, sweet and warm. If I slipped my hand between her thighs, I think I’d find her dripping wet.
My cock throbs. I just came, and already I’m aching to come again. Dying for another release with this woman, to fill another of her holes with my cum.
“Count out loud,” I warn her. “Each stroke.” And then I bring my hand down, firmly, on one side of her ass .
Crack! Sienna gasps, a small cry leaving her lips, but she obediently, breathlessly, manages to say: “One!”
“Good girl.” I bring my hand down again. And again. Sienna’s voice, quivering, manages to keep count, and she doesn’t fight. Not until I reach ten, and she starts to struggle, squirming in my lap.
“It hurts,” she begs, her voice teary. “Damian?—”
“It’s supposed to.” I bring my hand down again. “Will you come into my room again when you’re not supposed to, Sienna?” Crack !
“Eleven—no! No, I won’t!”
“Will you tease me into letting you touch me? Beg me for my cock when I’ve told you no?”
“Twelve! No, Damian, I?—”
“I don’t believe you.” I bring my hand down again.
“Thirteen! I—I won’t beg for your cock. I promise. I’ll?—”
Crack!
“Fourteen! I’ll stay out of your room, unless you?—”
Crack! “Unless I what, Sienna?”