Chapter 10 #3
My whole body braces against the penetration. I’ve risen up onto my knees, ass in the air and face buried in the duvet. He grips my ass cheeks and spreads them as he works the small, steel anal plug into me.
It stings. It makes my ass throb on fire all over again as it breeches the tight ring of muscle, pushing past my sphincter.
Ronan fingers my pussy, recognizing the pleasure offsets the pain. I bite down on my bottom lip and try to hold in the strangled noise begging for release.
I’m not even sure if it’s a moan or a whimper. If it’s pleasure or if it’s pain or both.
All I know is my body’s suddenly buzzing. My pussy’s throbbing. My head is a haze of conflicting thoughts while I try to process what’s happening.
Ronan finally gets the plug to slip inside my asshole. The tiny, spherical-shaped object pushes into me, spreading me open like never before.
My insides burn in response. It doesn’t feel good. It feels uncomfortable and thick, even as small as it is.
Yet as he works it into me and the pain burns like hot flames, I’m full of adrenaline. I’m breathing heavily and tuned into how my pussy throbs away.
She’s so desperate, so hungry. So keen when Ronan’s fingers finally give her some well-deserved attention again, even with the burning ache in my ass.
I grind back against him and earn a throaty chuckle.
“That’s what I thought, princess,” he says, rubbing me some more. “You want me to fuck this pussy? You want me to fill you up with this big, fat cock?”
My answer comes in an unintelligible whimper.
He laughs again. “I’d love to. But I’m not sure if you’re ready to be penetrated like that just yet. Not with the plug still inside you. Tell you what—how about I fuck another hole of yours?”
A sharp shiver takes hold of me as he rubs my clit and then disappears altogether. My pussy’s left neglected once more as Ronan takes his fingers away, and then the mattress is quaking with more movement.
He’s come around to kneel in front of me.
…with his cock out.
Hard. Large. Throbbing. Veiny.
His cock is out, and it’s rock hard as he fists it in long, quick strokes.
I’m reminded how much I hate this man. How I fucking hate the man I call my husband, yet as his cock suddenly appears in front of my face, I’d be a liar if I said a fresh wave of lust doesn’t hit me.
The hunger I’ve been feeling manifests in how my tongue pokes out and I lick my lips.
I’ve never sucked dick before. Just like I’ve never done anything sexual before.
But as Ronan fists himself and kneels before me on the bed, I realize… I want to.
A deep, deep sense of shame follows.
This man has bound my wrists. He’s spanked me with his belt. He’s penetrated my ass with an anal plug.
Yet here I am, suddenly desperate to suck his dick.
All while my pussy aches to be filled by it.
Ronan grips a fistful of my hair and then yanks my head toward him. He’s not asking, he’s telling—I’m going to suck his cock, and it doesn’t matter how I feel about it.
My body lurches forward, struggling to gain any footing with my arms bound behind my back, but he holds me up and forces me down on his dick.
I go from being tilted upside down on the bed to being held upright by his fist in my hair.
His dick slips past my lips, sliding toward the back of my throat as I’m brought up against his pelvis.
One second breathing air. The next second choking on his thick length.
I sputter as I take him full into my mouth, and my natural instinct is to pull back. But Ronan holds me in place, forcing me to take every inch of his cock. He groans as he keeps me where I am, his fist tight in my hair.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he rumbles. “That hot little mouth on my cock. Am I too much for you, baby? Should’ve thought about that before you went and behaved like a brat.”
He pulls me back slightly then drives back into my mouth.
My mouth is forced to stay open as gradually he starts fucking it, thrusting in and out in long, deep strokes.
His smooth, velvety dick slides toward the back of my throat and triggers my gag reflex before it retreats for a couple seconds and then returns again.
It takes me a while to get used to the rhythm. For me to learn how to tamp down on the natural urge to retch and gag as his cock tickles the muscles at the back of my throat.
The rest of my body is tense, my wrists sore from fighting the binds. And then there’s my ass, still burning from the plug he’s slipped inside me.
Ronan doesn’t let me forget it—as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, facefucking me, he reaches over and starts twisting the anal plug.
He drags it far back like he’s about to pull it out, then he works it back inside. He goes deep, making me jerk and squeal around a mouthful of his dick. He tells me how good I look like this. Taking his cock with the plug in my ass.
“My beautiful little slut,” he growls. “That ass opened right up. Just like your pussy. You like this, don’t you, princess?”
I whimper around his dick, practically choking on him. His grip tightens in my hair, and he thrusts harder and deeper in and out of my mouth.
“Yeah, you do,” he answers for me. He holds me where I am ’til his cock has gone as far as humanly possible down my throat and his other hand pinches my nostrils shut. My body launches into panic mode, wrenching back against him.
Air is on short supply. I can’t breathe. I can’t take in a fresh breath as he makes me choke on him and refuses to let go.
Little spots appear before my eyes at the same time tears fill them. I’m suffocating and panicked and fighting desperately just for the right to breathe.
As the spots gradually spread and panic grows, he finally lets go. He lets me up for air that I take with gasping gratitude.
But it only lasts a couple seconds before I’m brought back down on his cock. He’s back deep in my mouth as he twists and jerks the anal plug inside me and spreads me open more than I ever thought I could be.
We continue this game for who knows how long.
All I know is tears wet my cheeks and my ass aches while my pussy throbs. I’m gasping with a hammering heart and swollen lips. No words come to my hazy mind. I’ve been so broken, so used, I can’t form a coherent thought.
He finally pulls free of my mouth, jerking his cock a couple times. Then he’s coming.
A thick creamy stream spurts from his big cock as he comes on my face. On my lips. On my cheeks. Leaving my whole face gleaming with evidence of him.
Ronan comes on me like he’s marking his territory, glaring down at me with hardened eyes. Only then does he finally let go.
His grip releases on my hair, and I face plant onto the duvet. My whole body is shaking, rattled by the intense sexual experience it’s just had.
Unlike anything I’ve ever imagined.
I’m still bound, still with the plug deep in my ass. Except now Ronan’s cum coats my face.
The bed shifts yet again as he gets up.
“You look perfect like this, princess,” he says coldly. “My wife as far as the public knows. But my whore in the privacy of our bedroom. That’s your place. Maybe now you’ll understand.”
They’re the final words he says to me as he fastens his pants and then walks out the room, slamming the door shut and leaving me where I am.
On his bed, bound and plugged, covered in his cum, forced to think about what he’s said. Everything that’s just happened.