Masud 28.
“This was your fucking idea!” Tev grunts and groans as I fight his hold. My body thrashes on instinct, years of muscle memory too strong for me…and him and Yakov.
“Just another second!” Yak yells as he secures my right hand and arm to the bed frame.
I’m not making any sound, my tongue thick in my mouth as I fight them with everything I’ve got, even as I tell myself this is what needs to happen. I force myself to close my eyes, picturing Tovah’s face. Her long dark blonde hair. Upturned nose. Full bottom lip. Her eyes…they are mesmerizing; green or blue depending on the lighting and her mood. A long delicate neck sloping into slim but strong shoulders. She’s deceptively strong, physically and mentally. The strongest person I know. She’s mine. I want her. I need her.
But she needs me too. She needs me to put my past to rest and be the man I am meant to be. By her side.
“Fuckin’ finally.” Tev releases a heavy exhale. I open my eyes to find him glaring at my mostly naked form. And that quickly, my body relaxes even as it shakes from laughter. This is a ridiculous situation. Yak joins me. Tev does not. He’s very far from amused.
“Can’t believe I helped incapacitate you so my sister can fuck you.” He looks over at Yak. “It’s true. We are fucked up.”
Yak grins and shrugs. “So what?”
“Masud?” My eyes snap to the doorway to her bedroom. She already had the restraints attached to her solid bed frame; Yak just reinforced them for me.
“In here,” Tevye calls out, scowls at me, and stomps out of the room. The twins whisper harshly in the hallway, Yak leans down closer to me.
“You good, brother?” I nod, swallowing what feels like a golf ball size lump of emotion.
I love her. I love her. I love her.
“Let her heal you, Mas. Let her take away the pain.” He walks out of the room before I can unstick my tongue to respond. Probably for the best, I would have told him to take his own advice.
Tovah rushes into the bedroom, her eyes wide as they alight on me. Her expression darkens for a second, her gaze running down the length of my body, clad only in boxer briefs. My Egyptian heritage gives my skin a natural bronze finish. I work out a lot to combat the frenzied energy that flows through my body…and I’ve increased my workouts since marrying Tovah. She’s the most beautiful, erotic, sensual creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it has been its own special kind of torture to deny myself for so long.
No more.
“Masud!” She shakes off her desire, closing the distance between us in three quick strides. Her fingers touch the restraints of my left hand.
“NO!” She snaps back, hands raised in the air, her brow creased. I take a calming breath. “Do not untie me.”
“I don’t understand, Masud. Why would you have them tie you up? What’s wrong? I’m gonna kick Tev’s fucking ass—”
“ Omri . It is not his fault, he did as I asked. And I probably owe him a great deal, considering how hard I fought them.”
“I need you to explain, dear husband, and do it quickly.”
“The only touch I’ve ever known always led to the greatest pain. Having my father’s attention meant bleeding, broken bones, agony. When his friends were around, it was worse.” Her features soften as I speak. My fingers twitch, the urge to soothe her so strong. “Touch me with pleasure. Show my body there is more.”
“If you have to be restrained, perhaps you aren’t ready.”
“I am, my beloved wife. I am ready to be yours; I just need a little help.”
She’s skeptical, but there is no hiding the hope in her voice or eyes. “You’re sure?” I nod. In an instant, my concerned devoted wife disappears, and a gorgeous powerful dominatrix takes her place. My cock jerks behind the soft cotton, hardening, thickening, begging. “As you wish.”
Tovah strips slowly as she walks around the bed, eyeing me like a predator does its prey before a violent kill. A shiver wracks me from head to toes, precum building at the tip of my needy cock. He’s in the game. Always ready, it’s my mind that has always held him back.
I lick my lips with every inch of her flesh exposed. When she unhooks her bra and it falls to the floor along with her panties, it feels like my heart might beat right out of my chest. Her high tits, a generous size, tipped with pale pink nipples. The gentle indent of her waist to her firm, flared hips. I’ve always loved her legs. They go on for miles, her bare feet always capped by painted toes. My mouth dries at the sight. The junction of her thighs, framed by a neat blonde thatch of hair…knowing I’m going to finally feel it, I’m momentarily overwhelmed. My chest tightens and my vision dots.
“Masud,” Tovah barks authoritatively. My gaze snaps to hers and my heart calms. “You. Me. No one else. No past. No pain. Just us.” She’s perfection.
Starting with my toes, she kisses up my legs. Licking and sucking the skin, tickling behind my knees. Her breasts hang slightly, her nipples grazing my thighs when she crawls up my form. She stops, her face inches from my hungry cock hidden behind my boxers.
“Tsk. Tsk.” She shakes her head back and forth as if she’s disappointed by something. My nerves ratchet up a few notches, thinking I’ve upset her. She slides, gentle and slow, her fingers beneath my waistband, and pulls them down. I can’t move much, but she manages to push them down to my ankles without much help from me.
“My God,” she murmurs, rubbing her thumb over her bottom lip. “You are exquisite.” She chuckles as my flesh reddens under her praise. “Good to know,” she says cryptically, then resumes her trek, her lips and tongue making contact with just about every inch of the front of my body as she moves.
My back bows as her breath ghosts across the sensitive flesh of my cock, but she doesn’t touch it, instead moving up my torso. A groan builds in my throat, her pink tongue laving my nipples, beading them painfully. She licks a stripe up the side of my neck, then latches her mouth to mine. Her tongue demands entrance and the moment it touches mine I jolt, like being struck by electricity. She’s patient, showing me how to kiss her properly, drawing my tongue into her mouth. The wet warmth is incredible. And her taste…ambrosia.
She breaks the kiss too quickly, but I don’t complain as she feeds me each of her breasts. Tracing my lips with her pebbled nipples. I open hungrily, sucking her with little finesse, desperate to get some part of her inside me. I’m instantly addicted to the way her nipples harden under my tongue, how her skin breaks out when I push them to the roof of my mouth and suckle.
I stare up in awed amazement when she deftly turns around, planting her dripping pussy over my mouth. Her back arches, her hands in her hair and teasing her nipples. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m going to do my best. I explore her with my tongue, nibbling with my teeth on her hardened clit, massaging her delicate flesh with my lips. She mewls, whines, begs me with her body and moves to show me what to do.
I don’t realize I’m trembling violently until she plants her hands on my chest, petting me softly. The nightmares of my youth persist, but I push them back, focusing on her pleasure, her taste, the comforting weight of her above me. My breath stalls in my chest when she bends forward suddenly.
The first touch of her soft hands on my cock draws a deep, long groan from the depths of my soul. My hips rise on instinct, chasing her grip. She chuckles darkly, then circles the head with her tongue.
“ Ya lahwi!” Every second that passes, I think it can’t possibly get better than the last and I’m proven wrong as she makes love to my dick. Root to tip. Her hips swivel and she pushes down, reminding me that I’m supposed to be pleasing her.
She withdraws, her hand lazily stroking up and down. “You love me, Masud?”
“YES!” I exclaim then dive back into her pussy.
“And you want me to be happy?”
“Deliriously happy.”
“Your cock makes me the happiest.” I hum in gratitude, licking around her entrance and spearing her with my tongue. “You won’t keep it from me again, will you?” I grunt in response. “Good boy.”
Her mouth…her scent…her sounds…the sheer heat of her…it pushes the nightmares back, forcing them to retreat. I feel freer with every passing second.
I don’t know how long I lose myself in her pussy, the rhythm of her hands and mouth. She grinds her pussy down, rotates her hips, then sits up with a shout as she floods my mouth. I guzzle her juices, a thirstier man than I does not exist.
I chase her with my mouth when she shifts, spinning around and sliding down my body. The underside of my cock kisses her pussy. She rubs it against her clit, staring down at me with so much… everything. Love. Devotion. Fear. Appreciation. Admiration. Concern.
I hide nothing from her and moments later she nods, then sinks down my length, taking me inside her for the first time. It’s like a padlock on the chest of memories, locking them away where they belong. They have no place here. They have tarnished what we have for too long. I’ve denied myself; I’ve denied her.
Her cunt breathes around my girth, her face contorted beautifully in rapture…I’ve punished us both long enough. She rocks back and forth, taking me deeper and deeper. Fully seated, she smirks, then slowly rolls her hips.
“Unstrap me!” Her smirk drops, her movements stop. Panic colors her expression.
“Masud?”
“Untie me,” I repeat through gritted teeth. She leans forward and to the right, quickly undoing the restraint. When she moves to the left, her thighs flex as she starts to lift off my cock, but my right-hand slaps down on her hip, my mouth latching on to her closest nipple. She moans, but finishes untying me.
Both hands on her hips, I sit up slightly, bending my legs behind her for leverage despite the ankle restraints. I’m driven by instinct, by feel, by need. She moves with me, still confused. The hypnotic sway of her tits draws my mouth, and I suckle as she rides me.
Tovah fucking Frenkel begins to cry. Her hands desperately grip my face, her eyes darting back and forth between mine. Tears stream down her face, her lips stretched in a blinding smile. Pure joy and happiness and satisfaction shine from every pore. She has so much love for me, so much faith in me, in us. I should have never doubted her, she’s always right.
As we push closer and closer to the edge, she drops her hands from my face, cups her titties, pulls and twists her nipples. I growl and snap my teeth, arousal threatening to drown me as my body heats. Arching back slightly, she uses one hand on my hard thigh to hold herself up, her other going straight to her plump clit. She circles it, over and over, the tight clutch of her pussy milking me so well. She drags my orgasm from my body, along with her own until we’re both screaming our releases.
Sweaty, sticky, and sated, she collapses on top of me. Burying her face in my neck, her shoulders shake, new tears wetting my skin. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her with me as I lay back down.
We cry. We break apart. We glue each other back together. Stronger and better than before. It’s catharsis. It’s progress. It’s love.
Arching her neck sometime later, she smiles softly, her hand coming up to gently caress my face. “Welcome home, husband.”