Chapter 26
Benedict
The prettiest tears escape from my wife’s eyes, trickling down her temples as she valiantly takes my cock in her sweet little mouth.
I wipe them away before using my free hand to brace on the headboard.
I did not go into this evening hoping for anything more than a regular fuck at the end of it, no matter how stunning Slinky looked when we left the house, but this is the culmination of every fantasy, the cymbal crash of both my worlds: my spontaneous marriage to my long-term crush and the debauchery I used to indulge in at Alchemy.
Having any woman trust you enough to do this to them is the dream, but having Slinks tied up and stuffed full of me is blowing my mind.
She likes this shit.
Fuck, we may be a hell of a lot more compatible than I ever dared to imagine.
But the night is young, and I’d do well to remember I’m here to audition the Alchemy version of myself for my new wife. In other words, I’d better make this good for her.
Reluctantly, I pull my dick out of her mouth, admiring how wet she’s made it. She’s such a good girl. She stares up at me with those big, teary eyes, and I tell her, ‘You did so well, princess. I’m going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had, then I’m going to blow inside you.’
With that, I scoot back down the bed and bury my face in her delicious cunt, shoving her legs apart with my hands on her inner thighs.
She’s so close she’s trembling, and when I lick that swollen clit, her moan is feral.
Fuck, I could do this all night. Every inch of her pussy is rosy pink and slick, glossy, with her own arousal.
I wedge my shoulder against one leg so I can put my hand to better work, jabbing a couple of fingers inside her silken channel as my cock thumps uselessly against the sheet.
‘Oh my God, Ben,’ she whimpers. ‘God, I can’t— Please. Please.’
She’s let me bring her to Alchemy, and she’s let me tie her up, and now she’s begging me to let her come.
Begging me.
I’m in heaven.
‘I can’t resist you like this,’ I tell her brokenly. ‘I’ll give you anything you want. You’ve been so brave. So brave, my beautiful girl.’
With that, I twist my fingers inside her and reach up so I can pinch and squeeze her pebbled nipple with my other hand—I know she’ll keep those legs nice and wide for me—and I go to town on her clit, laving her as hard as I can with big, rough swipes.
She cries out and shoves her pussy into my face, over and over, like the greedy little beauty she is, demanding the orgasm she deserves.
And I give it gladly; I put on my best performance, ignoring my weeping, throbbing cock and thinking only of what will feel most intense, most pleasurable for her.
She comes on my tongue with a wail as spasms of ecstasy rack her body, and through it all, I lick her pulsing flesh, awed by the majesty of her, by the strength of those contractions around my fingers.
As soon as her tremors, her cries, subside, I’m rearing up so I can brace over her.
She looks up at me, wild-eyed and wrecked, her mouth meeting mine eagerly as I bend to kiss her, our tongues entwining.
‘I want to keep you tied up while I fuck you,’ I murmur, brushing some loose hairs off her face. ‘That okay, sweetheart?’
‘Yes, please,’ she moans, writhing beneath me for good measure.
Jesus. The extent to which I have underestimated this woman.
I reach down, my weight on one forearm. My cock thrills at the feel of my hand, but it’s about to get a lot better.
I slice its crown through the promised land, our various bodily fluids making it as wet as a fucking rainforest, and notch myself at her entrance.
It’s so otherworldly good that I suppress a shudder. Slinks’ lips part as I push in.
‘You’re a vision,’ I manage. ‘Best sight I’ve ever seen.’
She really is. This body. This skin. The silk restraints pulled taut, her little hands flexing uselessly against them.
But best of all is the desire etched onto her face.
I bottom out with a grunt and a hard thrust.
‘Fuck, Ben!’ she cries as if I’ve fucked the words right out of her.
‘How does it feel,’ I ask, ‘knowing you’re trapped? Knowing I’m going to fuck you as hard as I like and you just have to lie there and take it?’
Her eyes roll back in her head as her legs slide up the sides of my thighs before wrapping around me. The little minx wants it hard and deep.
I know exactly what I’m doing. My wife is in her head too much, but when I can get into her head, I can push orgasms out of her that physical acts on their own may not manage.
She’s far kinkier than she seems to realise, and now that I know which buttons to push, you’d better believe I’m going to push them with glee.
‘I can’t tell you,’ she pants out. ‘It feels— Oh, shit.’
That’s me dragging myself out slowly before slamming in hard enough that her entire body jolts up the bed.
‘I’m going to fuck you into this fucking headboard, sweetheart,’ I snarl.
‘Shit,’ she says again. ‘Please—I—need it. So badly.’
‘I know what you need. I’m going to give you what you need. So much of it.’
I’m blabbing bullshit now in my desperate state, but she doesn’t seem to care, especially when I brace on both forearms and let her have it, a volley of thrusts where my aim is simple and, hopefully, devastating: friction.
As much friction as I can possibly give her, for as long as I can hold off without said friction detonating me.
But it feels so good like this—I’m in a vortex of red-hot pleasure where only our bodies exist.
‘My perfect little princess,’ I grit out, ‘tied up for me like my own little whore. You came on my tongue, didn’t you, and now you’re going to come on my cock, aren’t you?
I know you are. You’re fucking soaking. I can feel you sucking me in, you sweet, filthy thing.
Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.
I’m the only one who knows how rough you really need it, how dirty you really are. ’
As I’m pouring forth my depraved gibberish, her trembling grows more acute, her cries more desperate.
Our eyes are locked, and hers are bottomless pits of black.
Utter desperation is written all over her face—desperation to make this ache inside her go away.
And, just when I think I’m in danger of disgracing myself, she screws up her face and convulses even more violently than she did a few moments ago, as if I’ve ripped the very devil out of her.
Her tight little cunt is a vice, squeezing me with its climax, milking my own climax out of me.
I press my forehead to hers as my dick fills impossibly further, and I empty myself with great, angry, endless bursts, wondering how the fuck it can be that I feel more off my head than I’ve ever felt before when I’ve also never felt closer to a woman while shooting my load inside her body.