20. Artem
Artem
“What are you doing?” she asks as she takes a step back.
“Exactly what you said I should do,” I say flatly as I come closer, and her ass hits the couch.
“No, no, I did not fucking say that, so don’t twist my words.”
“It isn’t twisting, maybe you should just be more careful how you word things,” I tease as I reach out and grab her throat, her hands immediately going up to hold my arm. I chuckle and lean forward to whisper in her ear.
“I bet you’re already soaked. Tell me, solnishko, do you still feel my seed up that tight cunt of yours? You kept it inside you all day,” I coo as I go to suck her sensitive spot right on the side of her neck underneath her ear.
“You’re sick,” she seethes, struggling to argue much with me holding her throat firmly.
“I think you prefer when I’m sick, because you’re just as sick as me, aren’t you?” I ask her as I release her throat and she pretends to be annoyed with me.
“Aren’t you curious to see how good I’d break you? The way I’d have you begging and crawling?” I ask as I look down at her.
“No, because that isn’t ever going to happen, I shouldn’t have ever let you touch me,” she says as she tries to push past me, but I grab a fistful of her hair.
“Is this the game you want to play tonight, moya zhena?” I ask with a wicked smile on my face. “I’m happy to provide the full experience.”
If anyone else were to see her now; maybe they’d say she's furious. But I know her looks well. Only I know when she masks her arousal with anger. Only I know how twisted my wife is, and I plan to show her.
“I don’t want to play any fucking game Artem,” she says as she tries to move but I hold her tightly in place by her hair. “Let go, or I swear to God I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Don’t you remember the lesson I taught you the night of our engagement?” I pull her hair down, reluctantly forcing her to the floor on her knees as I hold her there. “I can best you with only half of my strength, and you agreed.”
“That was because you fucking backed me into a corner, of course I agreed!”
“Well, consider this another corner,” I say as my free hand goes to unzip my pants.
Her eyes watch the movement, and I can see the pang of desire etched in them.
You can’t fool me, solnishko.
“Now, you’re going to take what I give you, won’t you? If you’re good, I’ll go easier on you.”
I can see the way she wants to come up with the words to complain, but can’t seem to get them out.
“Don’t worry, whatever it is you want to say won’t matter.” I let my cock out, my tip leaking pre cum and aching. “You don’t need a safe word, do you? I think you’re a bit tougher than that, unless I’m wrong.”
She clenches her jaw, and I know she's contemplating how she should reply to appear stronger than me. “No, and even if I did, you couldn’t make me say it.”
“No? That sounds like a fun challenge, zhena. Let’s make one. How about ‘roza’?”
“You’re making it Russian so I forget it, aren’t you?”
“Thought you didn’t need it anyway?” I ask as I tilt my head.
She glares up at me and I bring her face closer to my cock. “Open up,” I demand, and when she refuses, I tighten my hold in her hair, which seems to be enough motivation for her to finally open her mouth.
I yank her face onto me, forcing my length down her throat as she chokes.
“Fuck yes,” I snarl as I savor the feeling of the contractions on my cock before pulling her off. She coughs, trying to catch her breath again as the drool drips down her chin.
I pull her into me again, this time setting a quick pace as I fuck her face desperately. Her eyes are on mine as I watch her choke and drool around my cock, her eyes unable to keep their defiant edge as her arousal grows.
“Look at you, you’re being so good solnishko, take your face fucking,” I rasp to her between my own ragged breaths. “That’s right, you love this shit, don’t you?”
I know my words only spur her on, I’m sure she hasn’t even noticed that her arms are complacently at her sides instead of trying to loosen my hold. The mascara running down her cheeks as I watch her . . .
I pull her off and use her hair to bring her back up, my lips smashing onto hers and tasting myself on her lips.
“Turn,” I demand, and she’s about to argue until I take her and turn her myself, forcing her to bend over the back of the couch.
“Tsk, I told you if you were good, I’d go easy on you, but you’re being very disobedient. ”
I rip her leggings down, bringing her pathetic excuse for underwear down with them.
“Look at that,” I coo as my index and middle finger run down her slit, collecting a mix of her arousal and my cum that has been dripping from her all day.
I take my wet fingers and force them into her mouth.
“How do we taste, moya zhena?” I let her suck them clean before I slip them back out.
I line myself up with her entrance and push myself inside easily. “Fuck, it’s so good. So fucking wet,” I growl as I lift her head up, forcing her back to arch as I pound into her.
The noises she’s making are obscene; I know she hates herself for not being able to hold them back. My cock pushes perfectly into the depth of her core, trapped in place and unable to crawl forward to lighten the blow.
I can hear her involuntary whine when I suddenly pull myself out of her, taking my hand to scoop the wetness coming from her pussy and rub it onto her ass.
“W-what are you doing?” she asks breathlessly, turning her head.
“Whatever I please,” I reply as I enter a digit into her ass without warning. The beautiful, soft cry she makes is music to my ears.
“We didn’t agree to that,” she argues weakly, squirming to try to get my finger out of her.
“We didn’t agree to anything. This is mine. Do you really need the safe word already?”
She doesn’t say anything, but she’ll refuse to say it just to prove a point.
I insert a second finger now, curving them upward and pushing them in and out at a grueling pace, reveling in her moans and cries. My free hand goes to work her clit, as my fingers inside of her work to scissor her open while I enjoy the view.
Soon I can feel how close she is, her moans quickening and her body twitching, and I remove my fingers from her clit and still the ones inside her ass.
“Beg me to take your ass, Giselle. Tell me I can do anything I want to you.”
Silence. As I expected.
“Fine, you want to do everything the hard way.”
I insert a third finger, the new stretching sensation causing her to jolt from the mix of pain and pleasure as my fingers work her clit again, bringing her straight to the edge.
And stop.
And again.
And stop.
And again.
And stop.
“Fuck! Fine! Do whatever the fuck you want!” she seethes, a pooled mess over the couch, trapped on the edge of her orgasm.
“Is that what I told you to say?”
I hear her breathe out, trying to compose and force herself to say the magic words.
“You can do anything you want to me,” she says through her teeth.
She yelps when my hand meets her ass, leaving a print.
“Every time you say it wrong, it’ll get harder, Giselle. Do what I fucking asked.”
It only takes her four piss-poor attempts and four increasingly hard slaps before she’s a mess; a tear down her cheek as she lays still.
“P-please, take my ass. Do whatever you want to me, please,” she gets out weakly, but genuine.
“Ah, there’s a good girl,” I mutter. I rub my cock against her wetness again before pushing against her asshole, slowly making my way inside of her.
“God yes,” I growl as I bottom out inside of her, moving my hand to the front of her throat to hold her.
She’s a beautifully broken mess under me as I fuck her, moaning and sobbing from the pleasure as I take her the way I always imagined. It isn’t gentle, it isn’t romantic.
But it’s me.
Us.
Brutal and passionate.
I release her and move my hand down to work her clit again, allowing her the release she’s been craving. “I want to watch you fall apart while I’m deep inside of you.”
Her cries are desperate, until I can feel her spasm and shudder beneath me, her ass gripping my cock like a vice. “That’s right, good girl Giselle, fuck,” I breathe out, trying to hold back my release to enjoy this longer but it’s impossible.
I keep myself sat deep inside her as I cum, listening to her try to catch her breath and whimper from my every movement.
She deliciously gasps as I lift her by the hair again, redirecting her back to the floor. By now she’s a pliable mess; still high from her well-deserved orgasm.
“I won’t make you crawl this time, I’ll settle for you cleaning my cock.”
She’s too turned on from the fucking to refuse, still stuck in the malleable space she let herself drift into for the first time. Her tongue licks me, up and down my softening length hungrily as I run my hands through her hair.
“I will never be willing to let you out of my sight, solnishko,” I say gently, pulling back and lifting her to her feet. She looks dazed, and I grab her cheeks with my hand and force her gaze on me. “Are you alright?”
She nods, and I know she must feel strange. “I’ll bring you up the stairs,” I tell her, scooping her up.
“W-wait, they might see me.”
I shake my head, a small chuckle escaping my lips. “There is not a way in hell they would be out there when they can hear everything that just went on in here.” She’s flushed and mortified, but quiet.
I bring her up the stairs to our room and place her on the counter of our bathroom as I move toward the shower to turn on the water to the tub.
She’s watching me quietly, and when I turn to meet her gaze, her hand goes out. Begging for my touch.
For me.
I stand and come to her, taking her hand and pulling her against my chest. “You can’t be afraid to tell me it was too much, I let you have a safe word for a reason.”
She shakes her head against my chest. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m scared,” I hear her whisper.
I immediately pull back and lower myself so we’re eye-to-eye as she’s sat on the counter, seeing the wetness pooling in her eyes.
“Why are you scared?”