by Alyson Hale
Lana continues to taunt me with her ripe pussy lips, rubbing them against my pulsing cock. I peek at her face and see her mouth open, so I shove the fingers inside it that had been in her sweet, delicious pussy. Her lips close around my fingers, and I’m jealous that she gets to taste herself and I don’t, so I pull my fingers back for a taste before spanking her again. Lana gives a loud cry, but I no longer care if anyone hears. This is our bed. Our home. Our sanctuary. And so help me God, by the time I’m done, she’s going to believe that.
“That’s for never telling me you don’t believe I love you.”
Lana
Pain clenches my heart like a vise, even stronger than the sweet pain and pleasure that’s rocking my lower body.
“What did you say?”
“You don’t believe I love you.” Anton grips my hips with a power that shocks me speechless. “I saw it in your eyes just now. You think I see you as a sexual plaything. A trophy wife. Am I right or wrong?”
With a lump forming in my throat, I nod. I wish he’d just punish me some more. Make both of us feel worse and better all at once. It would make the pain of this horrible confession go away. We could forget about the divorce and get lost in each other one last time.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m flat on my back again underneath my husband. He hovers over me like a powerful airship preparing to land. I read the hurt and anger in his eyes, but also see something I haven’t seen in months because he’s been falling asleep out of pure exhaustion so quickly every night.
Love. Pouring over me and into me. Filling every crevice in my cavernous heart. It spills over and floods my body, blanking out the sting of his discipline and filling me with need for him.
“Mrs. Law, I love you more than the air I breathe. I would give it all up for you. I’d live on a street corner if it meant I got to keep you.”
My tears spill over, coating my cheeks. Since I’m not able to wipe my own tears, Anton takes both his thumbs and runs them over my cheeks. He kisses my nose and pulls back to examine my face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What’s really wrong?”
“I can’t have children.” The tears pour uninhibited, dripping down onto my hair and the pillow behind me. Anton immediately reaches up and loosens the handcuffs. As soon as my hands are free, I roll over and hide my breasts from him with my arms, feeling exposed.
“I’ve been off birth control for two years,” I sob pathetically. “I haven’t been to the doctor yet, but I think something’s wrong with my uterus. You’ve always said how much you want kids, you’ve begged me for them, and I just…” I can’t form any more words.
Strong arms wrap around me from behind, and warm lips press against my neck, followed by the sparks they always gave me. Anton holds me gently and wipes away my tears. It’s a while before I can speak.
“Please forgive me,” I whisper. “I thought it would be easier to give you your dream by leaving and letting you find the true love of your life.”
“That’s ridiculous, because you are the true love of my life. I, however, have failed as a husband if you feel you can’t come to me with something like this.”
“I don’t feel worthy of you.” I bat a tear away. “I’m just a poor girl from the Bronx, and you’re Anton Law. I still don’t know what you saw in me. And now that I’m barren, I’m definitely not the girl you always wanted.”
“That’s bullshit.” Anton’s body tenses behind me. He grits out the words, making my pussy clench for him again. “If someone’s been telling you this, you need to tell them to fuck off. If it’s just in your head, I’ll fuck those thoughts right out of you.”
“It’s your parents. They’re always pestering us about children. I know they mean well, they want grandchildren, but still…it’s so hard seeing the disapproval in their eyes and knowing this is only going to make it worse.”
“Lana, sweetheart, look at me.” Anton turns me around to face him. My hair falls in my face, and he tenderly brushes it away. “You leave my parents to me. They’re my problem to handle. I will always take your side no matter what. Nothing about you could ever make me stop loving you or want someone else. We are eternally bound together. If this is what you think it is, we’ll work it out, I promise. I could live with just you and me forever and be in my own definition of paradise.”
Relaxing against him, I feel my heartrate spike again. “I love you, Anton Law.”
Anton responds by pressing a quick kiss to my lips, then pulling me back up to all fours. He grips both ass cheeks and buries his face in me, making contact with my pussy with his magic tongue.
“So you think you can’t have a baby, huh?”
“Yeah,” I gasp between moans of pleasure.
“Challenge accepted,” Anton growls as he returns to feasting on me.
Anton
Lana quivers around me as I thrust my tongue inside her warm sweetness. My favorite flavor in the world has always been my wife’s beautiful, untouched pussy. She was a virgin when we met, and I was the first and only man to touch her. There is no way in hell I’m going to release her to possibly fall into another man’s arms. I also don’t believe for a second that anything is wrong with this perfect, sensual woman or her womb.
I’m going to breed her fast and deep, shooting my semen so far inside her that my swimmers will have their prime pick of the litter.
After rubbing her pussy’s lips nice and scarlet, I take a minute to cuff her to the bedpost again. Then I pick up my discarded tie and wrap it around her left leg. Lana’s big brown eyes pop wide open as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“What are you doing?”
I connect the tie to the other bedpost at the head of the bed and glare at her, my gaze hot with need. “I’m not done punishing you yet, my sweet.”
She whimpers as I tighten the tie around her leg and lean down to pull something out of my nightstand drawer. It’s something I’ve been saving for a special occasion. The small whip was formed with leather strips that are only slightly longer than my stiff, ready shaft. I feel a tight burn in my loins just looking at it. Now that I finally have something to discipline her for, I’m going to make the most of it. Lana Grace Law needs to be taught a lesson, and that lesson is that leaving her husband will never be an option.
I pull her hips level with my cock and tease her entrance, holding the whip behind my back.
“You want this cock, Gracie?”
“Oh yes, please.”
I pull the whip around and snap it across the tender skin of her ass cheek, leaving it red and ripe. Lana cries out in shock.
“Swear you’ll never pull a stunt like this again,” I seethe, equal parts angry and crazed for her.
“I swear,” Lana promises, half-sobbing. “I’m so sorry, Anton.”
I crack the whip on the other side. Lana hisses and rocks her hips against me.
“Swear you’ll never open this cunt for anyone but me.”
“I swear.” Lana gasps as my tip enters her sanctum.
“Swear you’ll soak up every drop of the cum that’s about to explode inside this cunt and give me a baby.”
She hesitates. I let the tendrils of the whip graze her skin as a warning.
“Anton, I can’t—”
The whip cracks across the raw skin of her ass again.
“Promise me,” I growl darkly. Lana shudders and nods.
“I promise, Mr. Law.”
I set the whip down beside me, unable to resist what I’ve created any longer. Holding her bright crimson, ample ass in my hands, I inch my cock inside her tight, wet entrance. I groan as I sink in all the way to my balls and pull out, covering every inch of her walls with my slick pre-cum as I go.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” I hiss, holding the tip at her entrance as a promise of what won’t happen until she apologizes.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Law.” Lana moves backward, but I pull my cock away. “I’m so sorry.”
I pull her puffy pussy lips aside a
nd sink in even further until every inch of me is covered by her sweet wetness.
“Fuck,” I whisper. There’s nowhere else to go. I’m as deep inside her as I can get, yet I still long to be closer to her.
I curl my body over hers one more time before I reel back to plunge into her again and whisper in her ear, “Petition denied.”
Lana
Leaning over my body, Anton pumps in and out of me, filling me completely and leaving me breathless. One of his hands is plastered to my ass and the other is pinching my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. In all our years, I’ve never felt so dominated, so under his control. He’s never whipped me before or even mentioned he had one, but strangely enough, my skin is already missing the long, punishing fingers of the instrument.
When Anton runs his hand down the length of my abdomen, I shudder with pleasure. In this moment, I feel like so much more than a trophy wife. I’m a goddess, the object of his deepest craving and desire. I know those papers aren’t going to get signed after this, but I’m finding there isn’t a shred of my being that cares. The thought of leaving my husband’s strong arms, the home he built for us, and the life we share seems ridiculous now.
The thought of ever being bereft of his cock has my pussy crying out for his touch, and he’s filling me to the brim with sheer bliss.
His tip rakes up and down my walls, gaining friction. As his pace picks up, he fans my flame of lust into a blaze. I can feel my need for him all the way up in my teeth. Tension mounts in my core.
“Whip me again.”
Anton snaps the whip over both ass cheeks in a one-two motion and rubs my clit in a slow circle. He lines my pussy with his finger and brings it up again, making a tornado of euphoria spin to life inside me.
“I’m gonna come,” I whine softly.
“Give me that sweet nectar,” Anton commands me. His whip smacks across my ass one final time.
Finally, I come over the edge, howling like a crying puppy.
“Yes, that’s it.” Anton swipes his finger around me and I hear the smack of his lips closing around it. “Delicious. I love your juices, baby.”
My muscles squeeze around his cock for what seems like forever. A beautiful lifted feeling settles in my chest. Anton continues to pummel me from behind, not missing a beat. He jams my ass into his cock until he follows me into paradise, groaning in the most seductive way. Nothing turns me on like the sound of my husband groaning because of me.
“Fuck, Gracie. Take all that cum.”
“Every last drop,” I promise, pressing into him as far as I can go. For the first time in years, I’m hopeful. Maybe we haven’t had a baby because we weren’t ready yet. Or maybe my fear kept me from conceiving.
Either way, the feeling of his warm fluid flowing up toward my womb has me tingling with pleasure. I will my body to receive it. I long to be bred by Anton Law.
When Anton’s body finally loses its tension, he melts on top of me, kissing and suckling on my neck in a way that makes me feel utterly loved and cherished. I lean into him as he reaches over me to uncuff my hands. After my foot is untied, I turn to lie on my back, letting his cum travel as far inside me as it can go. Anton leans down on top of me, supporting his weight with his hands on the mattress, and kisses my last remaining fears away.
“I love you, Mrs. Law.” The corners of his eyes crinkle with a blissful smile.
“I love you, Mr. Law.”
Anton lays a hand on my belly and flicks his thumb over it. “Baby Law, now all we need is you.”
My heart melts into a puddle when my husband moves down on me and kisses the smooth skin of my belly. I am so lucky. Why did I ever think he wouldn’t want me anymore if I never got pregnant?
Even if I don’t conceive, there can be no doubt that Anton is determined to bind me to him forever. Somehow, even with my lingering craving for freedom and adventure, I don’t mind that at all.
Anton
I survey the city of Venice from my place against the wall on the balcony of our newly purchased, Tuscan-inspired, lavishly furnished condo. Vines grow from cement pots up the warm metal bars in front of me and curl up over the railing. The song of the gondoliers wafts up on the evening breeze to serenade my ears. It’s been a nearly perfect evening, one that’s been a long time in coming. The first night of the first real vacation I’ve allowed myself in five long years.
Now that I’ve left the bustle of New York City and agreements and court dates, the cloud over my head has dissipated and my eyes have been opened to what really matters in life. My beautiful wife is inside, resting with her feet up after a long day of travel and touring the city. Ironically, I seem to be enjoying the long-awaited trip even more than Lana is, and she was the only reason we came here in the first place. If it had been up to me, we could have stayed in our perfect New York paradise forever, but Lana has a burning desire to see all the world has to offer, and as long as she takes me with her, I won’t deny my queen a single desire of her heart.
Lana groans from her place on the chaise in the living room. She’s been nauseous off and on since the plane ride and isn’t her normal self at all. When we went out to eat for dinner, she barely touched her food and insisted it was because of the peanuts she ate on the plane. I desperately hope there’s nothing wrong with my angel. I could never handle life without her.
After finishing my cigar, I reenter the condo and find that Lana has left her place on the chaise. Alarmed, I rush out the front door and down the hallway to look for her. It’s been my fear since we first left on the trip that she would use it as a way to escape from me. After all, I’ve been acting like an asshole lately, monitoring her every move and making sure she comes home every time she leaves the house. I can’t help being paranoid. She’s my life and breath. When I thought she was going to leave me, it was as if my whole world stopped turning. I won’t let that happen again.
Calling out her name, I search the entire top floor for her and came back with nothing. My face is flushed and my eyes are sparking flames when I burst back in through our front door. If I find her, I swear to God she’ll be punished until she can’t walk on her own and feels like she’s going to split wide open. It isn’t fair of her to—
“Anton?”
The call came from back inside our bedroom. I would recognize that voice no matter how much distance is between us. I bolt to the master bedroom and into the bathroom, where I’m met with a sight that makes my knees buckle.
Lana looks a bit peaked and worse for wear, but her eyes glow with radiant happiness when she pulls a plastic apparatus I’ve only seen online and in the movies from behind her back. Her voice trembles with emotion.
“Two lines, baby.” A tear slides down her cheek, meeting the crease of her smile. “You did it.”
I fall to my knees in front of her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me. Kissing her t-shirt-covered belly over and over, I whisper a “thank you” to whatever miracle worker brought this woman to me years ago. The sound of her delighted giggle is better than a million gondolier songs.
I’ve always known she was meant to be the mother of my children, and now she’ll never get away, no matter how hard she tries.
Standing up, I pull her into a deep kiss and press her body so far into mine it feels like we’re melded into one. My cock grows when my hands find the curve of her ass and squeeze so deep it makes her moan.
“Feeling better?” I check before tossing her on the bed. Lana nods, giggles, and squeals with delight as her body flies onto the soft mattress.
I settle down on top of her and gently undress her, burying my face in her chest as soon as she’s bare for me. The feeling of her small hands reaching up to unbutton my shirt sends a wave of relief through me. She wants this as much as I do.
Seconds later, we’re skin to skin and my cock is teasing her entrance. Lana rocks against me, trying to get me inside of her, but I shake my head.
“Say it,” I command.
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nbsp; Her eyes meet mine with honesty. “I’ll never leave you.”
“What else?” I growl.
Lana sighs with a slight roll of her eyes. “Do I have to?”
“Yes.”
“You... you own me, Anton,” she breathes.
My cock plunges inside her, and I hiss through clenched teeth. She is so unbelievably tight. I now realize she’s been even tighter since she was impregnated only a month ago.
Lust burns through me at the thought of this woman round with my child. As I pump into her, rolling my thumb around her clit simultaneously, I feel like pounding my chest. My wife is carrying my baby. No other accomplishment or achievement in my life has made me this proud or made me feel more like a man.
“I love you,” Lana whispers in a breathy voice. I feel the rhythm of her muscles pulsing around my cock and know she’s close.
“I love you too, darling,” I reply and close my lips over hers. When I pull back, I know I only need a couple more good thrusts and we’ll be over the moon together.
I pummel into her and stop, balls deep, when pleasure coils in them and shoots up my shaft, sending my semen in long streams to the back of her pussy. She clamps around me and releases, shaking and screaming my name. We grip each other, and I lower myself over her, pressing my chest down to hers.
One look into her eyes, and I know I’ve won her over for good. I kiss her until the last wave of our pleasure melts away. Denying her petition was the smartest move I’ve ever made.
The End
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