Chapter 2 #2
“Such a good little wife.” I place a light kiss on her lips. “When you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is drop to your knees and beg.”
She rolls her eyes, and I grip her throat tighter. “I won’t think you are weak for begging. Do you remember what I said to you all those years ago?”
Her eyes meet mine. There’s wariness there. There’s also a flicker of the fiery woman I saw that night.
“You said you would make me beg for your cock.” Her voice is steady. “And that my pussy would be ruined for anyone else.”
“And you will find that I'm a man of my word.”
Her throat moves against my palm as she swallows.
“So let me be very clear about what happens next, kitten.” I lean down until my mouth is beside her ear. “You are going to kneel for me. You are going to crawl to me. You are going to beg to touch me. And once you have earned it, I’m going to fuck my good girl.”
I release her throat and step back.
“Kneel.”
She hesitates. Her eyes narrow on me, but they are also dark with desire. Part of her wants to fight. That’s her pride. She’s already shown me tonight that she will submit and do as she’s told. She likes it.
I wait. I let the silence stretch. I don’t repeat myself. I know I won’t have to.
Her knees hit the floor.
“Good girl.” The words come out rougher than I intended. “Now crawl to me.”
Her eyes are wild, but she does what she’s told. She puts her hands on the floor and crawls across the bedroom toward me. The black dress rides up her thighs. Her hair falls around her face. She moves slowly, and I can see her jaw clench with the effort of not fighting.
When she reaches me, she stops at my feet and looks up. Her lips are parted. Her chest is heaving. Her eyes are wet, but she isn’t crying.
“You want to suck my cock, don’t you?” I run my fingers along the top of her head.
Her jaw tightens. I can see her fighting it. Good. I want her to fight. I want her to earn it.
“All you have to do is ask, Mrs. Sinclair.”
She stares up at me with desire in her eyes, but nostrils flaring. Her face is red. And she doesn’t open her mouth.
I unfasten my belt. From the way she rubbed her ass on my dick at the auction, she had to have known I would make her pay for torturing me like that.
I free my cock from my trousers. I’m already hard. I have been ever since I placed my bid.
Her jaw goes slack, and her lips part as she takes in the extent of my size. She’s going to choke on it for as many days as it takes, until she learns to suck my dick without gagging.
I grip her hair and give it a little tug. “Beg to suck my dick.”
“Can I suck your dick?” The words are forced through gritted teeth.
“You can do better than that, kitten.”
Her hands curl into fists on her thighs. “Please, can I suck your dick?” The words come out full of sass and attitude that only make me harder. “Can I please suck your enormous dick that I can’t wait to have in my fucking mouth?”
I grip her chin roughly. “Lucky for you I prefer a spirited fuck. And we’re about to put that mouth of yours to good use. Let’s see if you can suck as well as you talk back. Now open your mouth.”
Surprisingly, she quickly obeys, her pink tongue sliding out.
I grip her hair and push into her mouth slowly, letting her feel every inch. Her lips stretch around me and her eyes water, but she doesn’t pull away. I push her head down so I’m pressing against the back of her throat.
Fuck.
This woman is perfect, looking up at me while she’s choking on my cock.
She’s angry. She’s scared. She’s aroused.
She’s fucking mine.
She still hasn’t taken all of me yet, but I start to move. I start with shallow thrusts at first, letting her adjust. Then I go deeper. Harder. I push into her throat until she gags again and tears stream down her face.
“That’s it.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “Take all of me. Choke on my cock like the good little wife you’re going to be. We’re going to train you to swallow my dick.”
She moans around me. The sound surprises her. I can see it in her wide eyes. Her body is betraying her, responding to me even when her mind is still fighting.
I fuck her mouth harder, watching the mascara run down her cheeks, watching her struggle to breathe around me. She doesn’t try to pull away. Her hands come up to grip my thighs, and I can’t tell if she’s steadying herself or pulling me closer.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, kitten.” I thrust deep and hold myself there, feeling her throat constrict around me. “On your knees. Tears on your face. My cock in your mouth. This is where you were made to be.”
I pull my dick out of her mouth, and she gasps for air, spit trailing from her lips to my cock. Before she can catch her breath, I grip her shoulders and pull her to her feet. Spinning her so her back is against me, I lick along her jaw.
“Strip, pretty girl.” I release her and step back.
Her hands shake as she reaches for the zipper at her back. The black dress pools at her feet, and she steps out of it. She’s wearing nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Those are still in my pocket. I’m going to frame them and hang them on the wall in my office.
She stands before me completely bare, her arms twitching like she wants to cover herself but she knows better. I take my time looking at her. I study every curve. Every inch of skin. Every place I’m going to mark before this night is over.
Everything about her body is everything I could ever want, from her full breasts to her rounded hips and ass. All mine.
“On the bed. Face down. Arms above your head.”
She hesitates for just a second. Then, she climbs onto the mattress and stretches out, her arms extended toward the headboard.
I walk to my closet and retrieve two silk ties from the rack. I remove the rest of my clothes, so that I’m naked. When I return to the bed, she cranes her neck. She licks her lips as her eyes rake across my body. Then she focuses on what I’m holding. Her eyes go wide.
“Dane—”
“Did you want to beg me again?”
She presses her lips together. I can see her pulse racing in her throat. I can see the way her thighs press together.
I climb onto the bed and straddle her thighs.
She tenses beneath me but doesn’t move. I take her left wrist and wrap the silk tie around it, knotting it securely to the headboard.
Then I do the same to the right. When I’m finished, she’s bound with her arms spread wide, completely helpless beneath me.
“Pull,” I order.
She tugs at the restraints. They hold firm. A small sound escapes her throat. It sounds almost like a moan, and I haven’t even touched her pussy yet.
“Good.” I lean down and press my mouth against her ear. “Now you can’t run. You can’t hide. You can’t do anything except take what I give you.”
I run my hands down her back, feeling her shiver under my touch. I grip her hips and yank them up, forcing her onto her knees with her face still pressed into the pillow and her ass in the air.
“Spread your legs.”
She does, and I can see how wet she is. Her pussy is glistening, swollen, desperate to be filled. Her body knows what it wants even if her mind is still pretending otherwise.
“Look at this needy little cunt.” I drag two fingers through her slit, and she moans into the pillow. “Already dripping for me. Already begging without saying a word.”
I circle her clit slowly, teasing her. She pushes back against my hand before she can stop herself, then freezes.
“Did I say you could move?”
“No.” Her voice is muffled by the pillow.
“That’s right.” I pull my hand away and bring it down hard on her ass.
She cries out, her bound hands fisting in the silk ties. A red handprint blooms on her pale skin.
“You don’t move until I tell you. You don’t come until I tell you to come. You don’t do a single fucking thing unless I allow it. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I rub my hand over the mark I left on her ass. Then I spank her again, harder.
The sound she makes isn’t pain. Her pussy clenches tight, and I can see fresh wetness glistening on her thighs.
“You like that.” It’s not a question.
She doesn’t answer. Her face is buried in the pillow, and her neck is turning red.
My hand comes down on her ass again. “Do you like that, kitten?”
“Yes.” The word comes out strangled, and I can hear the shame in it. “Yes, I like it.”
“Good girl.” I position myself behind her and drag the head of my cock through her wetness. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
“You.” She’s trembling now. “I belong to you.”
“And who else gets to touch this pussy?”
“No one.”
“That’s right.” I push just the tip inside her and hold there, feeling her try to push back onto me despite my earlier warning. “No one else touches what’s mine. If anyone even thinks about putting their hands on you, I’ll kill them. Do you understand me, Whitney?”
“Yes.” She’s panting now. “Yes, I understand.”
I don’t move. I stay there with just the tip of my cock inside her, feeling her pussy try to pull me deeper.
“Ask me for it.”
She’s silent.
“Ask me to fuck you, kitten. Beg for my cock.”
I can hear her breathing. It’s ragged. Desperate. She’s fighting with herself.
“Please.” The word comes out broken. “Please, Dane. Please fuck me.”
“I’m not convinced you deserve it.”
“Please.” She’s pushing back against me now, her body overriding her pride. “Please, I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please, Dane. Please.”
I slam into her in one brutal thrust.
She screams into the pillow. I don’t give her time to adjust. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise and fuck her hard.
“This is mine.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. “This pussy. This ass. This body. Mine.”
“Yes.” She’s sobbing now, but she’s pushing back to meet every thrust. Her body surrenders even if her mind hasn’t. “Yes. Yours.”
“Say my name.”
“Dane.” It comes out as a moan. “Dane.”
“Louder.”
“Dane!” She screams it into the pillow. “Oh God, Dane, please. Please don’t stop.”