Chapter 4 #2
I untie her wrists and ankles quickly. Before she can process what’s happening, I flip her onto her back.
“What—”
“Don’t fucking move.” I tie her hands and feet again, glancing up to meet her watery blue eyes.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Once she’s in place, with her arms and legs wide, I bring my hand down on her pussy.
She releases a moan that is close to a scream.
“Is this what you wanted?” I slap her pussy again. “You wanted a real punishment?”
“Dane—”
I do it again. Her body jerks. Her pupils blow wide, and her breathing turns ragged.
I slap her pussy three more times. Each one makes her gasp and her thighs try to close. But I’ve tied them so they can’t.
“Still think you’re clever?” I ask.
She’s panting. Her chest is heaving. And when I run my fingers through her slit, she’s even wetter than before.
“Fuck you,” she gasps.
“Such a bratty little mouth. I’m going to teach that mouth of yours a lesson next.”
Her head falls back in frustration, and it hangs off the edge of the desk.
I walk around the desk so I’m standing in front of her face. I unzip my pants and free my hard cock.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
She does. I push into her mouth from this angle. The position lets me go deeper. But my hot fucking wife sucks hard, pulling me into her throat.
I’m not going to make this easy for her. If she wants to be punished and used, then I’m up for that challenge.
I fuck her mouth hard, and I watch her throat move as she tries to swallow and breathe. I grip her breasts and thrust harder.
Fuck, it feels so good.
“That’s it. Take it all.”
I slow my pace, giving her a small chance to catch her breath, and then I slam into her throat again, increasing my speed as she gags.
I’m so close. I’m going to fucking come. I thrust into her again before pulling out.
“Keep your mouth open,” I order. “And don’t fucking swallow.”
Whitney takes a deep breath while tears run down her cheeks, and she opens her mouth wide. I stroke my cock and watch as I come. The first rope of my cum hits her tongue. Then another. And another. I fill her mouth with my cum while she lies there, unable to move.
“Don’t you dare swallow.” I rub the tip of my dick on her lips, giving her the last of what I have. “Hold it in your mouth.”
She keeps her mouth open. Her tongue moves as she breathes through her nose and fights the urge to swallow.
“Good girl.” I run my thumb along her jaw. “Have you learned your lesson?”
She grunts with a small nod.
“I’m not so sure.”
I reach across her body and play with her pussy. Goddamnit, she’s so fucking wet. She immediately bucks against the ropes and starts fighting the urge to choke on my cum.
“Are you sorry?”
There's another attempt to nod. I push two fingers inside of her, fucking her with them while she moans.
“If you touch yourself again without my permission, you are going to hold my cum in your mouth much longer than this. I might even make you meet my sons with a mouthful of my cum.”
Her eyes widen.
I pull my fingers out and bring them to her lips, coating both of her lips with her juices.
“Swallow.”
She does. I watch her throat work as she swallows everything.
I lean down and place a light kiss on her lips. “That’s a good girl. I knew you wanted to be my good girl.”
“Dane.” Her voice comes out as a desperate sigh.
“Yes, kitten?”
“Please.”
I know what my wife is begging for. I tuck my dick back into my pants and then cross to the other side of the desk.
I kneel between her spread thighs. Her pussy is soaking wet and swollen from where I slapped her.
“Look at this soaked, greedy cunt.” I run my tongue through her slit. She jerks against the restraints. “You loved every second of that, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
Fuck, she tastes sweet. If she thinks I’m going to make this fast for her, she’s wrong. Because I’m going to drink every drop from this pussy.
I circle her clit with my tongue. I’m taking my time, the opposite of how I just fucked my wife’s face.
“Please, Dane. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please let me come.”
“I don’t think so.” I push my fingers inside her while my mouth works her clit. “You haven’t begged nearly enough.”
“Please. Please, I need to come. Fucking please—”
I pull back completely and slap her pussy.
She screams in frustration. “No! Dane, please don’t stop. I was so close—”
“I know.” I run my tongue through her pussy again, claiming all of her wetness for myself. “But you don’t come until I decide you’ve earned it.”
I work her like this for several minutes. Building her up until she’s right on the edge. Then pulling back. Listening to her beg and sob and plead. Unfortunately for her, I love hearing it.
“Please, Dane. Please, I can’t take it anymore. Please let me come. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just please—”
I seal my mouth around her clit and suck hard while I push three fingers inside her. I know she’s fighting with everything she has to keep from coming, knowing that I haven’t given her permission.
Her clit is swollen, and I release it for just a moment.
“Come. Right fucking now.”
I suck her clit again while I fuck her with my fingers.
She screams. Her whole body locks up against the restraints. Her pussy clenches around my fingers so hard that I’m mad I didn’t use my dick.
I work her through it and keep going until she’s sobbing and begging me to stop because it’s too much.
Then I untie her. She collapses on the desk, unable to move.
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the leather couch. She curls against my chest, still trembling.
“You did so well,” I murmur against her hair. “Such a good girl for me.”
She doesn’t respond. Just presses her face against my neck and breathes.
I hold her like that for several minutes to let her come down. She clings to my shirt and doesn’t ease up until her body finally stops shaking.
After several minutes, she’s calm and tilts her head up to meet my eyes. She looks at me like I’m the only person she needs in the world. My heart is racing in a way I’ve never noticed before. And I have to kiss her.
I need to have her lips against mine more than I had needed to buy her at auction. And I lower my lips to meet hers.
I'm not a man of pretty words or love. I bought her because the Ravens told me no. And no one fucking tells me no. It was a matter of principle and pride. She’s fucking mine, and I proved that to them all. And to Whitney.
I kiss her harder and push away all other thoughts. This isn’t about love or some poetic bullshit.
She’s mine. That’s all it is. And I get to kiss what’s mine.