13. Jet #3
“Let me answer for you. No. That answer is a firm no. I think it very clearly falls in the category of having earned a punishment, don’t you?
” I finger fuck her pussy again, slow and deep, her walls tight around my fingers and wait for her next moan before I draw out and trace the space between her pussy and her asshole, smearing her arousal all over that tight virgin hole.
Amal stiffens. She tries to wriggle her hips away. “What are you doing?”
I squeeze her wrists and spank her perfectly round little bubble butt.
She yelps, clenching. I spank again before sliding my fingers back into her pussy.
“You sure you want it to hurt?” I spank again, three times in quick succession and watch my handprint bloom on her pretty, pristine skin.
I slide my fingers inside her once more to gather up all that liquid arousal before setting them over her asshole.
“Because you’re still a virgin here, you know.
Look at me,” I tell her, circling the tight little hole.
She shakes her head, tries to pull her wrists free.
I press my finger into her asshole. “I said look at me.”
She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder at me. Well, more like glare. But a second finger in her ass solves that problem.
“I’m being a fucking gentleman and waiting to fuck your ass until you’re used to me, but you ever pull a gun on me again and I will do it and trust me when I say I can make it feel good or I can make it feel bad. Very bad. You hear me?”
She refuses to answer but I see how her hands clench into tiny little fists.
I finger fuck her ass slowly. “Do you hear me?” I ask again.
“Or is it too much telling, not enough showing?” To make my point, I grind my hips against her so if she wasn’t feeling the steel rod of my cock before, she is now.
“Because fucking your tight little ass is going to be a pleasure for me either way. So, you hear what I’m saying? ”
“I hear you,” she hisses.
I narrow my eyes, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles around my finger as I do it one more time before drawing it out.
“Stay down or I’ll tie you down, understand?” She nods.
I release her wrists to take hold of her hips. Straightening, I splay her open and look down at all the offerings, grinning when I watch the smear of arousal slide down the inside of her thigh. With a wicked grin, I shift my gaze back to hers.
“I’m learning all kinds of things about you today, aren’t I?
First,” I glance at the damaged headboard.
“You can shoot.” She grins. “Second, my little wife, and this does come as a very pleasant surprise. You like me pinning you down and dominating you. Should we test something?” I ask, spreading her ass cheeks wider and guiding my cock to her pussy.
“Now I’m going to go against my better judgment here and give you what you asked for and fuck this tight little pussy again. Not sure it’ll be a punishment though.”
I thrust into her and spank her ass as I do, satisfied to hear her grunt with the force of one or both.
I draw out, thrust again, this time squeezing her cheeks in my hands and keeping her ass spread so I can watch my cock disappear inside her.
Her pussy leaks with arousal as my dirty little wife begins to pant, sliding her hand between her legs to play with her clit.
The tips of her fingers tickle my balls as I fuck her harder than I probably should for her second time but I grow thicker and more aroused as her passage becomes more and more slick, the wet sounds of our fucking mixed with our panting breaths.
Another spank has her knees buckling and when I hook a finger inside her asshole, she begins to moan.
The instant I hear the pant of my name on her lips, I lose all control.
I fall over the precipice with her, my cock throbbing inside her, emptying as her walls pulsate around me, milking me greedily.
When we’re finished, when it’s finally over, I have to blink several times for my vision to clear. I grip Amal to me and lay over her, unable to stand upright as my cock slides from inside her.
“Was that a punishment fuck, my darling husband?” she asks breathlessly, mockingly. “Because I think I missed the lesson.”
“No, you’re not especially repentant, are you?”
She grins. She is the clear victor of our little game.
I wipe sweat from my forehead. “Fuck me.” I shift my weight to lie beside her and turn her to face me. “I’d take you over my knee and spank you properly but I’m pretty sure you’d like it.”
“Probably,” she admits. We lay like that looking at each other for a quiet moment. I brush her hair from her face.
“I always thought your eyes looked like a summer sky, but I see now.”
“See what?” she asks, forehead creasing.
“Shards of glass. Blue and green like you find on the beach. Sea glass.”
“Are you afraid you’ll cut yourself?”
“Too late for that. I’m already bleeding.”
Her expression turns confused then pleased, although I can see her trying not to show it.
“What happens now?” she asks and just as she asks the question, I hear the rumble of her stomach. Her cheeks flush red when I smile.
“Now we eat dinner.”