33. Him
HIM
“Keep dreaming,” Madelyn spits out.
You’d think holding your girl at knife point would earn you some respect, but my wife is harder to tame than I expected. I did not expect that bold response from her. She knows better than to refuse my orders by now.
I tilt my head, glowing with delight. Despite everything, I enjoy the feisty side of her. The fighting back.
“That’s not very nice of you, Maddy. Especially considering I just gave you an orgasm. The least you could do after stabbing me is make it up to me by stuffing my cock in your mouth.”
“What do I get if I do?”
Sneaky little thing, my wife. Always making sure there’s a return on her investments.
“Oh, so much.” I plant a palm against the metal lockers and press the blade of the knife to that familiar spot on her throat again. “Let’s start by saying good girls don’t get punished. They get to keep their pulse. That’s a pretty nice deal already.”
She swallows, and I press my hand into her neck, hovering the blade with the other as a means of support, extra caution, pointing it at her too. I know she won’t run away. My girl might fight, but deep down, she wants this. She needs this. I know her better than she thinks.
“And, for you and only you, there’s a reward, too, my wife. You get to have your pretty cunt filled up with my cock afterward,” I reassure her.
I have it all prepared. It’ll be so romantic. I’ll be her first and her last. Over and over again.
“Who knows? If I’m feeling generous, we might work your back hole, too so it doesn’t feel left out after I fuck your other holes.”
I can see it in her brown eyes, how my words affect her, how they half-close and desire vibrates through her.
She purses her lips. “W-what did you do to my brother?”
She takes me back with that question. Why does she keep insisting on putting Kayden between us when I’ve done everything I can to show her I’m the one she needs?
But it’s okay. If she wants answers, I’ll give them to her. I’m not trying to hide anything.
“I didn’t do a single thing to him. Whatever happened to him, he did it all to himself.”
Maddy’s eyes widen, and she struggles under my touch, bringing her hands to my palm, attempting to pull it off her. I stop her by pinning her arms above her head again, just the way she likes to be—at my mercy.
“What did you do to him?” she repeats.
“Oh, don’t worry about him, darling.”
“Is he okay?”
I cackle. “I don’t know if he’s okay, but he’s alive.”
“Take me to him.”
“I can’t do that. But you’ll see him eventually. I promise you that. Of course, you have to be a good girl first.” And that’s all I’ll say about it. “Now, where were we?” I straighten and let go of her throat. “Oh, yeah. Me, you, my cock, your mouth. It’s a date.”
I unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down, revealing my boxers. With one hand, I grip my cock and take it out, letting it spring to life. Swollen and ready.
“On your knees, my wife.”
She needs a little guidance, a bit of knife-pointing to get her to fall on her knees, but eventually she understands what’s good for her.
The hand with the knife is firm by my side, reminding her what could happen if she refuses. I would never hurt her, but a bit of pretending goes a long way.
She yelps as I pull at her hair with my other hand, only slightly, enough for her to behave.
“Open wide, baby,” I instruct her.
She parts her lips—lips begging to be fucked—and I push her face forward, forcing her to stretch her mouth wider. I slide myself in, groaning as my length hits the back of her throat and I fill her up.
“Good girl.”
I’m in fucking heaven.
This is what dreams are made of.
I pull back slightly, and she takes me in well. Her hand wraps around my length. Her tongue starts swirling around it, making sure every single inch gets a lick.
My dick swells the more she keeps working me, bobbing back and forth. She teases the head of my cock before sliding it between her lips again, taking me deeper each time I ram my cock into her mouth.
An inhuman groan leaves my own lips. “Fuck. You’re so good at this, my wife. Your lips were made for me.”
She’s doing the work of a goddess. I’m only giving her a little push, really.
My grip is firm on the back of her head. While one of her hands is on my cock, the other grabs my balls and massages them, giving them the spa treatment of their lives. It’s fucking amazing.
“Yes. Keep going, Maddy. You’re doing so well. Fuck.” I let her know in the artificial voice I hate.
She’s not the only one bothered by my hiding underneath the mask and voice modifiers.
Not being able to show her the real me? Telling her it’s me? It kills me.
This woman was meant for me with the way her mouth fits so perfectly around my cock.
She keeps sucking, her tongue trailing every inch of my length back and forth. Alternating between caressing my cock with her lips and tongue—teasing me—and then taking me in her mouth again, choking on me.
Fuck, I don’t understand how any man in her life could ever leave her.
Well, actually, I know why they left.
I made them. I got rid of them all while I watched from the shadows. I made sure to keep her pristine, waiting for me. My prize, my sweet surrender. My everything.
I wish I could expose myself, but I’m not sure she’d like the monster she’d see. No matter how little innocence is left in her.
I’m broken. So broken, I don’t think anyone can fix me.
Do monsters deserve love, too?
I don’t know what happens with villains in movies after the hero is done with them, defeating them. Do they go home to a family at the end of the day, too? Do they find their perfect match? Or do they live their lives in loneliness until the end of time?
“That’s it, baby,” I purr. “Keep going. You’re perfect at this.”
She locks eyes with me. Even behind this neon mask, it’s as if she can see me. Staring right at the real me.
I pull at her hair again, my dick sliding out of her mouth. She tilts back and sticks out her tongue, licking the tip, pre-cum leaking out of it.
I’m so fucking close.
“You’re such a whore for my cock.”
She leans forward, hurrying to drag the whole shaft into her mouth again.
“Such an eager girl.”
She speeds up, her hands squeezing my ass as she holds on to me.
“Fuck. Yes.” I’m done for. I dig my palm into her hair, pushing my dick deeper.
“Fppr,” she murmurs.
I pull her back and away from my cock to hear her. “What’s that, my wife?”
She doesn’t waste any time, tightening her hand around my shaft again, her mouth open, hovering near the head, letting out bursts of hot air that make me crave her.
“I said deeper.” She stares up at me. Her gaze is fucking addictive. “I want to choke on your cock.”
The words send me to the edge, and I comply. Her wish is my command as I slam myself onto her mouth, push deep, deeper, and groan.
“Suck every drop of me, Madelyn.”
She’s going to fucking destroy me.
The intensity of the emotions as her lips collide against my skin is excruciating. She doesn’t mind the harshness at all. She adapts effortlessly. Both her hands work my shaft and balls again.
Maddy makes a gagging sound, pressing her hand to my own, but I don’t let go. I force her to quicken her pace, fuck me with more intensity.
My balls are swelling, my cock harder than ever. Her tongue grazes every single inch, and her mouth wraps my cock like it belongs there. Saliva drips down the sides of her lips, coating my inner thighs.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I push her closer.
Fuck. My little whore. Mine. I stare down at her little figure and drink her in—her body covered in tattoos with my name on them. Me. She belongs to me. My balls tighten.
I’m about to come. I pull her head back and slide out of her mouth, letting pre-cum run along my tip.
Her face falters, her half-closed eyes opening in wonder.
“Why did you? Isn’t it good for you?” she asks, resting her hands in her lap. “Are you tired of me already, hubby?” She looks away. “Actually, I wouldn’t blame you. You wouldn’t be the first.”
My eyebrows furrow, placing an annoying pressure on my forehead.
“I’ll never get tired of you.”
“Then why?”
I cackle. “You were doing amazing, and I want to come in your mouth, but not as much as I want to come in your pussy.”
There’s a beautiful, shy smile, tainting her lips. It’s unplanned. It slides in sneakily, for a microsecond.
“You’re delusional.”
“Oh, yeah? You can’t escape your fate. You’re my wife.” I tuck in and fix my pants. “It’s time to make that cunt of yours mine with more than temporary ink.”
I don’t let her react. I bend down and grab her, lifting her naked body off the ground and onto my shoulder.
“We didn’t agree to this.” Small and weak taps hit my back.
“Oh. But we did. I told you I was going to make you mine.”
“Let me go,” she says.
But she stops hitting, and that’s a response.
See, the thing with Madelyn is she will tell me that I’m out of my mind, that what I’m suggesting will never happen, and it’s all excuses. She doesn’t say no. She doesn’t flee.
She stays there for me. She wants me, even if she won’t admit it.
“I said, let me go.” She gives a lame attempt at trying to force herself down by kicking her feet in the air.
“Oh, my wife. Don’t be silly.” Never. “I’m never letting you go.”