Chapter 28 Dinner #3
His gaze softens for only a second. “If I thought you were truly out to dinner with him because you were interested, I would have blown his fucking brains out right there. This punishment isn’t because I thought you wanted him, it’s because you still don’t quite grasp how much you mean to me.
“You belong to me, Tiffany. You don’t keep things from me just because you think I’d get mad, and you damn sure don’t ever ask me to spare a muthafucker’s life when he owes me his next breath. Now.”
The softness in his eyes disappear and I’m met back with the man that showed up to an empty restaurant and drove a knife into a man’s hand without flinching. “On. Your. Fucking knees.”
I drop immediately. This is probably setting feminism back a hundred years, but the growl in his voice and the danger in his eyes has me obliging and my stomach fluttering.
He approaches me slowly, the tie clutched in his hands.
“I will never hurt you,” he says, what I already know. “But tonight, I will make you scream.”
The flutters in my stomach drop lower, and heat pools at my center. He stops in front of me. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my face up.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” He lets go of my face. “Give me your hands.”
I hold my arms out toward him, placing my wrists together. Nico uses his tie to bind my wrists. He tugs at the ends, making the fabric snug against my skin. Once he’s done, he steps back, looking down at me. His gaze never leaves mine as the sound of his zipper lowering fills the silent room.
“Open your mouth.”
Once again, I follow his direction without argument.
His fingers grip my braids, he then pulls my head back.
The blunt head of his dick brushes against my lips.
He uses his free hand to smear the pre-cum from the tip across my lips like gloss.
Once they are fully coated, he shoves his length into my mouth.
I gag when he pushes it to the back of my throat.
“Don’t you dare fucking tap out.” The words are growled out between his clenched teeth. His grip in my hair tightens as he rolls his hips back before shoving them forward. He’s so deep, his pubic hair tickles my nose. My eyes water, and I gag so hard I fear I may actually vomit.
“Relax your got damn throat, Tiff.”
I do as he says, tilting my head back a little further. The gagging stops, but my eyes still leak with water.
He pulls some of his length out. I take the opportunity to run my tongue under the underside of his cock, feeling the vein there. He fucks my mouth slowly, using it as if it’s my pussy.
“I should’ve killed him,” he groans. “I should’ve peeled his fucking flesh off.”
The way the vein in his forehead throbs, I can tell the situation with Ezra is still bothering him. I wanted to assure him he had nothing to worry about.
However, I knew at this point my words meant nothing. I had to show him through my actions. Hollowing my cheeks out, I move my head up and down on his length. My mouth waters, and saliva pools out around the suction I have on his dick.
He hisses as his gaze narrows. “That’s right. Suck my cock like a good wife.”
The moment I get in a good rhythm he shoves all the way to the back of my throat. I gag.
“You thought it would be that easy. You thought you’d just suck me off, and I’d forgive you?” His hips drive in and out of my mouth rapidly. I can barely breathe, he’s going so far, his pelvis pressing against my nose.
Finally, he pulls out of my mouth. I gasp a deep breath, appreciating the reprieve. It’s short-lived. He grabs my arm and lifts me to my feet. After spinning me around, he shoves me up against the wall. My back to his front. His body is pressed up against me, feeling like a furnace.
“Did you like it when he touched you?” His voice in my ear sends a shiver down my spine.
“No,” my voice comes out shaky.
“I don’t believe you.” His words are followed by the ripping of my dress. The fabric is then pushed down my arms, leaving me in my bra and panties.
“I swear. I didn’t like it.”
The smack against my ass stings. I yelp at the pain.
“Why?” he growls as he rubs the stinging flesh.
“Why what?”
His large palm moves down my ass cheek to the seat of my panties. It’s embarrassing how wet the seat is.
“Why didn’t you like his touch, wife?”
The moment the question is out of his mouth, he shoves my underwear to the side and delves two fingers into my opening. I can barely concentrate as he uses his fingers to fuck me before pulling out and rubbing my clit.
“Answer me.” His warm breath near my ear makes me jump.
“Because…. Because I don’t want him.”
“Why?” he kicks my legs apart, opening me up even more for his fingers to work. He speeds up his caress of my button. I drop my head to the wall, my climax climbing at an embarrassingly fast pace.
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
“Ahh,” I scream as I cream all over his digits.
“Answer my fucking question.”
“Because he’s not you,” I sob as my orgasm rises further up my spine.
“You’re fucking right he’s not.” Nico removes his fingers, and shortly after his cock presses at my opening before he shoves into me. I lift on my toes at the depth of his thrust. I toss my head back as the orgasm that was slowly brewing roars to life.
“I own this pussy, Tiffany. Only fucking me.”
His pace is brutal. His skin smacking against mine. He tugs my hips back when I try to run from the assault of my tunnel.
“Nico,” I cry out.
He wraps a hand around my neck and pins my head to the wall. With my hands tied in front of me and him pinning me in place, I can’t run, and I can’t stop him from going as deep as he wants.
“You’re mine. All mine.” He repeats those two sentences like a mantra as he pounds into me.
I whimper and cry out, the walls of my pussy gripping his length as he rapidly fucks me. This is not making love. He’s not being gentle. My husband is fucking me. No, he’s punishing me. And damn it feels good.
“Oh shit. Oh shit. I’m coming,” I cry out as my second release takes over me. This time my eyes roll to the back of my head as I scream.
He pulls out of me with a loud, slippery sound. With an arm on my shoulder, he turns me around to face him, his tongue immediately goes into my mouth. His teeth clash against mine. He kisses me like he’s trying to imprint on me. His tongue wrestles for control of mine.
Finally, he pulls away, grabbing my thighs, he lifts me up against the wall.
My back is pressed against the cold surface.
I place my tied wrists over his head. It’s slightly awkward because my tattered dress is tangled around my wrists.
He props me against the hard surface for only a second while he pushes my panties aside and then dives back into me.
“Oooohhhh,” I groan when he pushes in deep.
“Do you feel this? Do you feel how my cock buries deep inside you?”
He lifts me up and drops me back down onto him.
“Yes, baby. I swear I feel it.”
He thrust into me, my back moving up the wall. He goes so deep my eyes roll back. Suddenly, he stops moving. I open my eyes and look into his gaze.
“I’ll fucking kill you if you give my shit away, Tiff. If you ever give this pussy to anyone else, I’ll lose my mind. Do you understand?”
As terrifying as those words are, I don’t take them as a threat. I hear them as a man who doesn’t know the right way to express how much the idea of me leaving him for another man scares him. Do I think Nico would lose his shit if I cheated? Yes. But I wasn’t afraid that he would hurt me.
So, instead of answering him, I kiss him. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I groan.
He starts to fuck me again. Lifting me with each thrust. After a moment in this position, he moves away from the wall and walks me over to the bed. My arms were removed from his neck as he dropped me.
He rips my underwear off, discarding them behind him.
He stares down at my body. My chest is rising and falling rapidly.
He climbs up onto the bed over my body. He’s still full dressed, his pants and boxer briefs tucked underneath his ass.
His shirt still on. Grabbing my thigh, he lifts my leg over his shoulder before lining up and pushing back into me.
He pins my arms over my head as he stares down into my eyes.
I don’t break eye contact. I watch him as he watches me.
His pace is slow and deep. I cry out with each inward thrust. He lifts my other leg, pinning it to my chest as he pounds into me.
I toss my head from side to side as I call out his name.
“Nico. Please. Shit.”
“Come for me. Come on my cock, wife. Right. Fucking. Now.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.
I scream as a powerful release takes over me.
My vision blurs as my body shakes. The warmth of his nut floods my walls.
He tosses his head back and roars his release.
My breathing is so labored I feel almost faint.
My husband pulls out and falls down beside me.
I turn to face him, needing to feel close to him.
“I’m sorry.”
I wasn’t apologizing for doing anything wrong. I was apologizing because my actions had caused my husband to feel unbalanced. He wasn’t threatened. Nico knows I’m not going anywhere. No, he felt unbalanced because, for the first time, he had to consider his actions.
He pulls me into him, placing a kiss on my forehead.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”