Taking Her Turn

by Alexa Riley

  Chapter Seven

  Mina

  King’s eyes go straight between my legs. A predatory smile forms on his lips, making my pulse pick up. His steps are slow but purposeful. Each one draws him closer and closer to me, making my heartbeat race with excitement.

  “Get your sweet ass to the edge of the sofa and spread those legs wide,” he commands. I rush to do as he says. He steps between my legs, wedging them even farther apart. He’s so close, his erection is right in my face. “See something you want, wife of mine?”

  “You,” I tell him. “All of you. Not just the parts you want to show me. I want it all. It belongs to me.”

  “Is that so?” In one move he pulls my dress over my head and tosses it to the ground. He slides one of his big hands into my hair and he takes a handful of it. He grips it tightly, and my lower half clenches.

  “Yes,” I moan, unable to help myself. His dominance is like a sweet lick of desire over my skin. I crave it.

  “You belong to me and I don’t like you showing others what’s mine.” His grip on my hair tightens. “You don't walk around this warehouse letting other men have small peeks of it. Don’t test me on this, Mina, or I’ll never untie you from our bed.”

  I know he’s talking about me taking off my leggings. I didn't do it to get anyone else's attention. What I wanted was for him to snap. I wanted him to do it again because this time I wouldn't be passing out afterwards. We’re having this out.

  “We’ll see.” I bat my eyelashes at him, feigning innocence.

  “That mouth again. It’s going to get you into trouble.” His nostrils flare a little as his jaw tightens.

  “Well—”

  “Hush.” The single word is slow and filled with power. My nipples tighten. “I think we’ll put that mouth to better use. Take my cock out.”

  I stare up at him in shock. He’s going to let me touch it? He always says my touch is too much and that it puts him on edge.

  “Now,” he snaps.

  My hands rush to his belt and undo it. Once that’s done I go for the button on his jeans, my fingers shaking with excitement. I fumble with the button and his zipper, but finally I get it. Reaching into his pants, I pull out his length and it springs free. Cum leaks from the tip and I lick my lips.

  I try to take him into my mouth, but he holds on tightly to my hair, not letting me move.

  “Maybe my wife has some control issues of her own.”

  I glance up at him. A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips. Maybe I do, but before this man I knew nothing about sex. Now he’s opened that box and all of this has come flooding out. I don’t want to stop it. I want to explore it all with him.

  He pushes my head forward a little and the tip of his cock is a breath away from my lips. “Lick off the cum.”

  I do what he says, greedy to taste him. I swipe across the tip of his cock, and his salty sweetness explodes on my tongue. I moan, wanting more. I try to take him into my mouth, but he pulls me back.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself? I do believe I’m punishing you.” I pull my hand from between my legs. I hadn't even realized I’d been touching myself because I was so lost in the moment.

  Leaning down, he grabs my hand and brings my fingers to his mouth. He sucks on them, making my center tingle with need. I wiggle. I want his mouth between my legs, but I also want his cock in my mouth. He bites the tip of my finger, and I still.

  “Hands behind your back. Lock your fingers together. I don’t trust my greedy girl to not touch herself. I don’t share my wife with anyone. Not even herself.”

  I put my hands behind my back, eager to please him. I want to see what he’s going to do next. I know I poke at him and that I took control in bed. I didn’t do it because I wanted to have the power. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every second of it. I always enjoy everything when it’s with him, but this is the real Kingsley, the man he’s being hiding from me, just simmering below the surface.

  I want him to see that I want this, and I’ll do as he commands me. My body and my soul are begging for it.

  “Open your mouth and don’t move.” I part my lips for him. “I’m taking what I want and you’re going to sit there like a good little girl. Maybe when I’m done using your mouth for my pleasure I might give you a little of your own.” He leans down again. A smack lands on my pussy, making me gasp. “If you’re not good I won’t be playing with this for the rest of the day. You’ll sit like this until it’s time to go home.”

  “You wouldn't!” The idea seems appalling, but the wetness between my thighs doesn't agree.

  “I would. By the time we leave here today you’d have lock jaw. I’d have to fuck this mouth every twenty minutes if your pussy is out on display like it is. Now I told you to open your mouth,” he growls.

  As hot as that sounds, I know I’ll die if I don’t get to cum soon. My whole body is buzzing with need. I open my mouth and the hand on my hair tightens even more as he thrusts into my mouth.

  Chapter Eight

  King

  She does as I ask so beautifully that I have to lock my knees to keep from falling to the ground. I never thought about how innocent and untouched she truly was until she blossomed into my sex goddess. Now she’s touching herself and wanting to explore and it’s up to me to guide her. My possessive obsession with her is unlike anything I’ve ever felt and I’ve been doing this wrong.

  I’ve been holding back when I needed to give her everything. She’s right, and as much as I hate to admit that I might have hurt her by not giving her all of me, I did. If the roles were reversed and she held back a part of herself I would climb the walls until she gave in. I’m surprised she allowed me to do it as long as I did, because I would have been a demanding monster on day one.

  Her full, pouty lips are slick as my cock passes through them and into her warm, wet mouth. She swallows and her tongue presses on the underside of my cock. I grunt through clenched teeth.

  “Fuck.” My grip on her hair loosens then tightens again as I hit the back of her throat and she doesn’t gag. She breathes through it and I pull out, rubbing the tip across her mouth.

  “More,” she whines, and I push back in, cum leaking out of my cock as I go.

  “Look at how pretty you are. Legs spread, pussy dripping wet. That sass mouth of yours stuffed, finally getting what it wants.”

  I don’t know how long I’ll last like this looking down at her, so I try to steel myself. When she whimpers and begins to writhe I know that I can’t actually let her ache for me. I might threaten her, just so she gets the feel of it, but deep down, I want to give her what she wants. Even if that means letting go of the control.

  I take a step back and my cock slips free of her mouth. She’s breathing hard and her eyes are wide like I’ve just taken her favorite toy away.

  “Stand up,” I order, and she instantly does as I ask. I lie down on the couch and then pull her to me. “I want you to sit on my face while you suck me off.”

  She bites her lip, but I see the excitement in her eyes. She bounces on her toes for a second before she climbs on the couch with me. Once I get her pussy over my mouth I grab her hips and pull her down on me. At the same time, she sucks my cock into her mouth. In this position, she can use her hands and I feel them everywhere. It’s heaven and hell at the same time. I’ve got her pretty pink pussy on my mouth and her lips wrapped around my dick.

  It’s hot and dirty and she wiggles on top of me. Her round ass is in my face as her hips work on my mouth.

  “I need you,” she says before going down on my cock again.

  I growl against her pussy as I suck on her clit one last time. Then I grab her hips and toss her on the couch so her ass is up in the air and I get behind her. I put my hand over her mouth before I thrust into her hard and deep.

  She cries out, but it’s muffled and I put my lips to her ear. “You better not let anyone hear a peep. You’re mine, and nobody gets to hear what you sound like when you’re getting fucked
but me. Forever.”

  She pushes her hips back to meet my thrusts and spreads her legs wider so I can go deeper. I know I’ve been holding back, but she was made for me. She was made to take me as I am, even without my control. I was so worried about hurting her that I kept what could be the best part of us separate. But now I see how good it can be both ways, and I don’t know if I can go back to the way I made it before. Now that I’ve had a taste of how good this can be, I can’t give it up.

  Her pussy is squeezing me tight as I thrust in and out. It’s too good and I won’t last much longer.

  I move one hand off her hip and slide it around to her pussy. I play with her clit and move my lips to her ear. “You like when I’m in charge, and we both know it. But you want me taking you like a beast, don’t you?”

  She nods and moans into my hand.

  “That’s right. It’s okay if you like it. You’re my good girl.” Her pussy tightens with my dirty words of praise and I know she won’t last much longer. “I’m done trying to pretend I’m not an animal for you. I’m done forcing myself to be calm when all I want to do is mount you on the nearest surface and rut. I’m done with holding back.”

  I place a kiss on her neck and her body arches against me before she shatters. Her orgasm pulses straight down to her cunt and she milks me dry. I hold her tight to me as we both cum, and I keep myself from passing out on top of her.

  When the last of her orgasm has been wrung out, I turn us so we’re lying on our sides on the couch. I wrap her in my arms and kiss along her shoulder as she hums in satisfaction.

  “Do you promise?” she says, and I run my nose along her neck.

  “Do I promise what?”

  “To not go back to the way things were. To stop trying to control everything when it comes to me.”

  I lean up and look into her eyes as I smile down at her. “There’s no going back with you, Mina. I tried, and it didn’t work. You’ve been breaking down my walls since day one. It’s time I realize that you know what’s best for us.”

  “I like the sound of being right,” she says, and giggles.

  “Happy wife, happy life,” I say, and rub my nose against hers. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too. My big beast.”

  Epilogue

  Mina

  One month later…

  I pace the kitchen waiting for King to get back home. The past month has been more than I could have dreamed of. King didn’t lie when he told me he wasn’t holding back anymore. I got every part of him, from slow lovemaking to ripping my dress off and fucking me against the nearest wall whenever he wanted, which was often.

  I’ve found out that I still like to poke at him, though. Twice more this month he stalked me down to the warehouse floor to fling me over his shoulder and carry me back up to his office. People have gotten used to it. They’ve also learned to look the other way, otherwise King will let out a string of curses. King’s punishments have been delicious, though I’d never tell him that. I have a feeling he already knows.

  He’s getting more creative and even poking back at me. Often times when we’re in public he slides his hand under my skirt, taking me to the edge and then leaving me hanging. By the time we get home I’m wrapped around him so tight neither one of us will come up for air for hours.

  When I hear the house alarm engage I rush over to the stove and stir the sauce for the spaghetti I’m making. It’s too early for dinner, but I had to do something to keep busy or I was going to wear a hole in the kitchen floor. A few moments later King comes up from behind and he wraps his arms around me. My body melts into him like always as he trails kisses down my neck. I breathe in his earthy smell that has a trace of motor oil to it today.

  “You get the truck working?” I ask, leaning back so he can kiss my neck more. It’s my weak spot and he knows it.

  He gives it a little bite. “Yeah. Got it back on the road. Delivery will still be on time. No worries.” He begins to suck and I know he’s freshening the little mark he left on me last night. I set the spoon down and turn in his arms to rub his chest. I smile when I see a smear of grease on the side of his face. “You’re dirty.”

  “Then my wife will have to clean me up.” He leans in, kissing me deeply. I moan into his mouth. “Turn the stove off.”

  I turn my body a little and flip if off. King has me in his arms a moment later and we’re moving through the house towards our bathroom.

  I kiss and bite at his neck as he moves down the hallway. I don’t want to lose what we have. The past month has been more than I could have ever imagined. I thought I was close to King before, but it’s nothing like we are now. I know everything about him. He hides nothing, not even the dark desires he has for me.

  Desires he admitted he’d never had before me, ones I brought out of him, and at first it scared him. That’s why he’d been holding back. He didn’t want to scare me, because losing me was something he could never bear. My heart melted at that. He’s spent the last month showing me every piece of him while I’ve been showing him I’m never going anywhere. Ever.

  I’m worried to tell him the news I found out this morning. Normally if he got a call to go into work on a Saturday I’d go with him. Today I faked being sleepy. What I really wanted to do was take the pregnancy test I had hidden under the sink. I wanted to be sure before I gave him the news.

  I knew he would be excited about the pregnancy. It wasn’t that. He wants a big family and so do I. Plus, with the way my King likes to mark my body and show everyone I belong to him, I’m guessing a big baby belly and a kid hanging from one of my legs is on his list of ways to mark me as claimed. I was worried that he’d go back to only sweet, soft King. I couldn’t bear having only a part of who he really is after having had all of him. It would break my heart.

  King sits me down on the bathroom sink and pulls off my tiny pink dress. It’s one I’m only allowed to wear in the house. He tosses it to the floor and I run my hands up under his shirt, dragging my fingers along his chest hair. His body stiffens under my touch.

  I look up at him. His eyes aren’t on me as his breath picks up.

  “King?” I ask, wondering what’s wrong. His deep blue eyes come back to mine. His mouth parts, but no words come out. He shuts his eyes for a moment as if he’s pained.

  “Honey? Tell me what’s wrong.” I rub my hands up and down his body, hating that he still has his shirt on. I want to be able to comfort him better, and my touch does that for him.

  “Did I ever tell you that you’re my whole world? You mean everything to me,” he says, opening his eyes. His words are deep and filled with emotion. I smile at him.

  “Every day,” I say instantly. Because he does. My husband is always giving me sweet words. He might look like a gruff caveman at times, but he isn’t shy about telling me how much he loves and needs me.

  “I’ll never be able to give you what you give me. I don’t know what I did in life to get something as precious and giving as you.”

  “King.” My eyes start to water. “I could never want more than what I have with you. You’re precious to me, too.”

  “Not like you.” His hand comes to my stomach and my heart skips a beat. He knows. He must have seen the test. Crap. I left it on the shelf in here after I took it, planning to tell him right when he got home today. “Every day you’re giving me something else. Filling something in me I didn’t know was empty.”

  I lean in and kiss the place over his heart, knowing he’s talking about his family. While growing up, he thought his family was normal, but they were cold and distant. Everything was about work and nothing more. No one spoke of feelings or showed them. I ripped that to shreds for him when he pulled me into his life and claimed me. I claimed him right back.

  “It’s not just you, King,” I remind him. “I didn't know what passion was before you. Didn't know what was underneath my shyness. You brought me out. Woke me up. Gave me more than I could have ever dreamed of. You made a queen out of me.”
r />   He drops his forehead down to mine.

  “Say it, Mina. I want to hear it.”

  “I love you, King, and I’m going to have your baby.”

  I barely finish the words and his mouth is on mine. He takes control of my body, lifting me from the counter. Lost in his deep kiss, I don't realize he’s moved us into the shower until warm water start to rain over me.

  My eyes flutter open as he pins me to the shower wall. He’s still fully dressed as he licks and sucks at my neck. I gasp when he pushes his cock into me in one full thrust. I didn't even feel him free himself.

  “This is going to be rough and fast. I need you,” he growls against my skin as he pounds into me with rough dominance.

  “King.” I dig my nails into him as he owns my body and takes what he wants.

  “You better get used to being pregnant,” he grunts. My pussy clamps down at his words.

  “I want as many as you’ll give me,” I tell him. “Oh god,” I moan, and his body stills. I groan, needing him to move. I’m so close to cumming.

  “What did I say about that shit? Only my name.”

  “King, please. I’m sorry,” I tell him, trying to move on his cock.

  “Oh, you’ll be sorry by the time I’m done with you,” he grunts as he starts to pound into me again.

  The only thing that I was sorry for was that the water turned cold in the shower before he was finished with me. I’m not sure my legs will be able to work tomorrow, but I know my King isn’t holding back ever again.

  Epilogue

  King

  Ten years later…

  “You can’t control her,” Mina, says and I roll my eyes.

  “Like hell I can’t.”