“One rule. That’s it?” She licked the metal and looked as if she were trying not to laugh.
“Just one. A very simple rule actually. But one I believe you’re going to have a very hard time following.”
Her tongue and spit on the plug he was about to shove in her ass did it for him even more than he expected it to.
So base. Raw.
Delicious.
“Stay quiet. That’s all you have to do. No moaning, no screaming, no calling my name or begging. You have to stay completely quiet.”
Watching her suck the plug into her mouth stopped him cold. She gave Zeke a delicious preview of how it was going to look in her ass.
So. Fucking. Hot.
He withdrew the metal and stepped behind her once again. Crouching down on his knees, he licked her ass, penetrating her with the tip of his tongue. He forced it inside a tiny bit more until she jerked forward, and then back again.
“Completely quiet?” she asked. Her voice already shook as he lined the metal tip of the plug up to her ass and pressed in slowly. Steadily.
He made sure the first ridge of the ribbed plug popped in before he spoke. Holding her ass cheek open with the other hand, he was lucky enough to see the first drop of pussy juice slide from her wet snatch. “Silent, save for one word, you dirty girl.”
Through clenched teeth she asked another question right after he pushed the plug in to the next ribbed step. “What word can I say?”
“Ahoy…” Her safeword.
Her intake of breath lit a match inside his powder keg of need as her asshole widened just enough to let the plug slide in.
Let it in.
He smirked. Let it in wasn’t exactly accurate. Stopped resisting the unstoppable force he had behind it? Closer. Not quite rough enough, though.
Gave in.
Accepted.
Mmmm…
Much closer.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he reminded her. “You’re the trespasser here, so your silence is required to keep us both out of trouble. So if I move you, you can’t hesitate. Understand?”
Blowing out a slow breath, her fingers flexed against the wall.
He pressed on the plug, simply to make sure he had her complete and utter focus. Well, and to see her back arch just…like…that.
Her head nodded one time and he stood to bite her shoulder hard. Reaching around her waist, he ran his hand up her abdomen, across her ribs and up to her large breasts. Pinching a nipple, he licked the bite mark he’s just left and she shook her head back and forth.
Not to say no.
To process the pain. Turn it into something else all together. He had no idea how she did it, but fuck it was hot to see. Taste. Smell.
Pleasure. Nirvana. He didn’t really know what the pain morphed into for her. He simply knew she liked it. A lot.
Almost as much as he did.
Releasing her nipple, he brushed a thumb across it to see her entire body dance with pleasure.
He flipped her around to face him then moved her back against the wall. “Spread your legs,” he instructed her. He didn’t even recognize his own voice. Not anymore. Not with what she called out of him.
With one hand on the wall beside her head, he pinched the other nipple. “Don’t want you to feel—off balanced now do we?”
Biting her lip, she was so fucking sexy. He had no doubt it would bear her teeth marks for several hours.
As he released the now cherry-red tip of her breast, she panted through her open mouth.
Completely.
Silent.
“Hmm. Your nipples look hot.” He bent to sample them himself. “Definitely hot. I think you need a bit of a…” Didn’t take him five seconds to snag her icy drink from the corner. “Cool down.”
It didn’t take a genius to read her lips as he sucked the frigid beverage up the straw.
Oh my gawd, she mouthed as he stared at her.
He let the first mouthful melt on his tongue, then sucked up more. Bending to her tits, he pulled one of her nipples between his lips.
One of her hands landed on his shoulder with a thud, immediately fisting his shirt. He rolled his tongue against her sensitive flesh until her nails dug into his skin.
Then he moved to the other breast with a fresh mouthful of semi-liquid cold. He laved the tight tip with attention as she remained perfectly silent.
A creak from the bathroom door opening was his only warning they had their first guest. In less than a few heartbeats, he set her cup on the ground and scooped her up into his arms with her legs over one of his arms and her back held tightly against the other.
Stepping in front of the toilet, but facing away from it would have given anyone curious enough to look beneath the stall the impression he was sitting down. They’d see nothing but his boots and not the gorgeous woman he held in his arms.
The sound of a zipper being lowered preceded their neighbor taking a piss at the urinal.
And Aslan?
Quiet the whole time as she stared at him with her teeth buried in her lower lip again.
Gathering her close, he whispered in her ear. “Fingers. Clit. Come for me.”
Her hand was there before he could take her mouth with his. He kissed her hard as the guy zipped up, flushed, and before he could get out the door his girl was already coming.
The tiny frame of her body jerked and shivered as her orgasm rolled through her. He tightened his grip on her, trapping her hand between her thighs. “Now it’s my turn,” he growled. “Give me those fingers. I want a taste.”
Drowsily, she blinked and held her hand up to his mouth.
Sucking three of her fingers between his lips, he moaned at the feel of her slick juices hitting his tongue. Crack had nothing on her taste.
Nothing.
He set her on her feet, facing him, and she automatically reached for his belt. “Did I tell you to take my belt off?” He stayed her hands, then put them on the wall behind her.
Shaking her head, she watched him.
“Hungry, lover?”
She nodded.
“Good. But I still want a turn. “Legs apart. Oh…fuck.”
Soaked. Literally dripping wet. That was the state of her pussy when he got his hand between her thighs.
Moisture coated her lips, and a good bit of the slick nectar ran down her thighs. “So dirty.”
Her smile broke him wide open. She didn’t just like this, she loved it. Maybe she even needed it like he did?
Could that even be possible?
And she wasn’t just participating for his benefit. Her need may have even rivaled his own. Equally.
Equals, even in their dirty games?
Fuck, she wrecked him.
One finger, he slid it into the tight sheath of her sex, which sucked him in as he invaded her. “Jesus. I can feel the ribs on the plug in your ass. I can feel each…one…of…them.” She jerked on each word as he moved his fingers against the edges of the plug. Pressing against the thin material separating him from the toy, he moved his knuckles side to side, just to see her grit her teeth.
With a fair amount of concentration, he switched his attention to her G-spot. Rubbing the rippled spot, he had her tilting her pelvis. To get closer or farther away, he didn’t know. But her having any control here was a thing of the past. “Bend your knees.”
She froze, gawking at him.
“Tsk, tsk. Taking too long to follow an order. Again. That’s going to cost you.” He continued massaging her G-spot and his need to make her come grew exponentially at the thought of punishing her.
She touched his shoulder. “Sorry,” she mouthed. Her upset was clear.
“No worries. I’ll make sure you make it up to me before I’m done with you.”
Her eyes lit up and she acted as if she were clapping but her hands never actually touched. Then she put them on the wall beside her again.
“Now bend your knees. More, more, there. Your pussy just got so tight. Plug fee
l good in your ass, lover?” Sliding his finger in and out, he waited for her to nod. Adding another finger to her pussy made her bite her lip again.
Her G-spot filled with fluid the more he manipulated it.
Fuck he loved making her come.
Wetness slid down his hand as he continued to rub against her inner walls. He moved his thumb across her clit, spreading her wetness. Her head fell forward as her thighs started to shake. “Ready to come for me again?”
Pumping his fingers forward against her pubic bone in rapid succession, he reached around with his other hand to twist the plug in her ass. One more swipe of his thumb across her clit and she gushed. Her sweet liquid coated his hand, splashing back against her mound before sliding down her thighs onto the floor.
Leaning forward, he licked a drop off her thigh and his cock jerked so hard he had no idea how he kept from spilling his load before he got inside her. He bit her thigh and she groaned out one word.
“Fuuucckkkk.”
The door squeaked open before she could cut off the word.
Their gazes met simultaneously and he picked her up as he stood to his full height. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her a bit higher.
Unbuckling his belt?
No recollection.
Undoing the button and sliding his zipper down?
No memory at all.
Pulling his cock free to force it into her sopping wet pussy?
Remembering how he had to fight to gain entry into her sex?
Hell. Yes.
He remembered every breath he took.
Every tiny sensation as her pussy finally let him in.
Every tremor racing through Aslan as she clung to him.
Taking him.
Loving him.
Submitting to him.
With one hand he held her lower half to him, the other he wrapped around her throat, pinning her to the wall.
Breath play?
Marks?
Keep her quiet?
How about D, all of the above.
What the other dude did when he entered the bathroom? No fucking idea.
How his wife’s eyes dilated as she stared at him in that moment as he fucked her?
So many emotions in her gaze collided into a perfect instant in time.
Trust.
Love.
Everything he’d ever wanted.
That’s what she was.
Everything.
He would never for his life forget it.
The door to the bathroom closing barely penetrated his mind. Yet knowing they were alone flipped some kind of internal switch he’d thought he disabled years ago.
Shoving in deep, he took what he wanted. What he needed from her. Thrusting inside her, he took what he wanted to own. As if she heard his thoughts, her pussy locked down on him, sucking the cum from his balls as she came.
He released her throat and she sucked in a huge breath as he grabbed her to him and grunted as spurt after spurt of cum shot inside her.
Pure possession exploded inside of him as she whispered his name, clinging to him as she jerked and shuddered against him.
Moving one of his hands up her back and into her hair, he held her to him. Rocking against her.
Fuck.
How she loved him never ceased to amaze him. “Mine,” he whispered against her throat.
Her only answer? She squeezed him tighter and shivered. One of her heels dug into his glutes and his cock spasmed again, giving her even more of his seed.
“Kneel and suck our cum off my cock. When you’re gotten every drop, I want you to put your dress back on and take your drink and purse and follow me outside.”
He gave her a minute to get her bearings and then lifted her off his still-half-hard cock.
Slowly, she released her ankles and he relaxed his hold on her.
Sliding to her knees, Zeke knew she had to be in the puddle of their cum. The mere thought of that, combined with her mouth, told him it wouldn’t be long before he needed her again.
Her tongue licked along his cock as she cleaned him. She sucked him into her mouth and followed his instructions perfectly. Too quick and not quickly enough, she finished with the task as she stared up at him.
Wiping a drop from the corner of her mouth, he offered it to her. She greedily sucked it clean with a sigh.
Shoving his still-hungry cock back in his jeans, he fastened his zipper and button again.
She slumped back onto her heels and then over onto one hip. Dazed and spent, her lips curled up into a satisfied grin and he couldn’t wait to take her again.
He helped her to her feet, not certain she was able to stand on her own. He gave her one last kiss and then released her to grab her dress. Opening the door, he stared at her, lusting after her. “Aslan?”
She blinked over at him with more love in her eyes than he deserved.
“Don’t dawdle. I’m not done with you. You can wash your hands and your legs but don’t you dare wash your pussy. And leave the plug in. That’s mine to do with as I please when we get home. And on the way back you can think about what your punishment is going to be for breaking the rule of silence.”
Her gasp was answer enough as he went through the stall door. He washed his hands and then went out through the main bathroom door. Pushing through it, he paused to wait for her on the other side. And that’s when he heard it.
Aslan.
She giggled.
As the door closed, he didn’t think he could love her more.
“Best. Date. Ever,” she laughed.
But apparently he absolutely could.
Chapter Three
As he stepped out into the small open area, he had to move the wet floor sign to the side.
He hadn’t chosen this pitstop randomly.
Two of his buddies owned it. They were the ones who came in while he was fucking Aslan. Men who understood kink and the dynamic he and Aslan were cultivating.
No matter how hot an idea was, he’d never leave her safety to chance. Emotional safety, physical safety or even the safety of her reputation were not things he’d risk hurting. Ever.
Especially in a vulnerable state such as she’d been in a few moments ago.
One of his buddies, Darren, caught his eye and nodded. The smile on the other man’s face made him chuckle.
The door behind him opened and Aslan nearly walked into him. “Excuse me, Sir,” she drawled as she tried to step around him, but he caught her arm and pulled her in close.
“Fuck, you smell good.” Not what he’d meant to say but so fucking true.
“Because I smell like your cum?” Her cheeky question accompanied a grin as she brushed against his hardening dick.
“Hell yes.” Then his mouth was on hers. Hot. Demanding. Exactly how he felt.
He finally let her go enough to whisper in her ear. “Naked. On our bed. Wrist and ankle cuffs on. Head hanging off the edge. Twenty minutes.” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Kissing her again, sliding his tongue against hers, made him want to howl. Tasting them on her mouth? Biggest fucking turn-on he’d ever experienced.
He backed up to see her beautiful smile tilt her lips up.
She pulled him in for one more deep kiss and then she half wandered, half floated away.
Walking out, she finger-waved to the other owner behind the counter.
George saluted her with two fingers and waited for her to clear the automatic doors before he faced Zeke. The what-the-fuck face was quite plain.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked as Zeke and Darren approached the checkout. “You get that?” He gestured in Aslan’s direction. “And she’s that kind of kinky?” He pointed toward the bathrooms.
“Yep.” Such a simple answer to such a complicated dynamic.
“Well…shit.” The guy shook his head. Whether to clear it or reseat it, Zeke didn’t know.
Zeke’s phone chimed in his pocket.
Aslan texted him.
O.M
.F.G.
Yes?
My legs are like jelly and it smells like an orgy in the car now!
You’re welcome.
Siggghhhh. Best Husband Ever.
I love you. You know that?
And I you.
You’re not texting and driving are you?
I can barely buckle my seat belt without giggling.
Good girl.
I love it when you tell me that.
I love it that you believe it.
So…
Nothing else showed up.
Yes?
You’re not really mad at me for making a noise are you?
I wanted a reason to punish you. I knew what would push you over the edge.
So no I’m not really mad. But…
BUT???
You only have fourteen minutes left.
Oh!
Shit!
Going!!
Love you, my husband.
Love you, my wife.
Drive careful.
Zeke pocketed the phone again and looked through the glass as Aslan drove by with a dreamy smile.
He wondered how long it would take him to truly believe she loved his monster as much as he wanted her to.
“Earth to Zeke?”
Focusing on his buddy George again, he answered. “Sorry man, what were you saying?”
“How much of a hazmat team do I have to bring in for the bathroom?”
Zeke couldn’t help the grin. “Bleach is your friend. And you know just to send me the bill.” He offered his hand to George, who shook it and then nodded.
“You better believe I will. Glad we could help.”
“Very glad we could help,” Darren added. He held his hand out and Zeke shook it.
“I owe you both. Big time. You name it and I’ll make it happen.”
George bobbed his eyebrows as Zeke walked away. “If you ever need a third…”
Zeke shook his head as he walked away. “Not on your life. I don’t share. Ever. And if you’ll excuse me. I have round two to get home to.”
“Lucky bastard,” George murmured.
“Asshole,” Darren chuckled.
Zeke grinned as he slipped on his sunglasses. Yes, he was lucky and he was about to see just how good a punishment he could dole out before he was balls deep in his wife’s ass.
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