Quality control on the new plug, of course.
And so much more.
* * * * *
Aslan always had a way of turning an idea he’d had into something better. Hotter, sweeter, dirtier. Perfect.
Stepping into their bedroom proved that once again.
Her on the bed as he’d instructed with her cuffs on her wrists and ankles should have been the hottest thing about seeing her laid out on their bed. But it wasn’t.
She’d added two things to his list of requirements that made his dick throb and his heart beat even harder.
A white, single-piece garter and stockings and a veil. A bridal veil. Not just any veil though. Her veil.
He would recognize that piece of tulle anywhere.
It was the one he’d lifted from her face so many years ago. That had been the best day of his life. Making her his wife. He didn’t think he could be any happier than he was that day.
But he’d been wrong. So wrong.
Every day since had been a new kind of amazing. And lately? When she’d finally started convincing him she could handle his monster, and that she wanted to? Was eager to?
Fuck.
She blew his mind.
Which reminded him of exactly why her head was hanging off the bed.
“Feeling a bit nostalgic, love?” he asked, as he stepped through the bedroom door. Pinning her with an intense gaze, he closed the door and twisted the lock until it snicked into place.
“Well. This is your anniversary present. Thought I’d make it a bit more…authentic.”
Her smile as he approached the end of the bed made his balls suck up tight to his body.
The bed?
The perfect height for fucking her. No matter which hole presented itself.
Wrapping her arms around his legs, she hummed as he leaned in close, rubbing his knuckles down the center of her.
From her breastbone to the mound of her pussy, he teased her. Cupping the sweet piece of paradise between her spread thighs made his mouth water. “You’ve always known just what to get me.”
“Mmmm…” was her only response.
Might have had something to do with him running his fingers through her wet cum-filled folds.
“Such a dirty pussy you have, my dear.”
“My husband told me to leave it like that. He likes it.”
“No, he doesn’t. He loves it.” He dipped a finger inside and then another. “Do you know why that is?”
She moaned as he used his cum to circle her clit, then dipped his fingers back into her core.
“Because you like knowing you just filled me?” Her breathing grew erratic as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Nope. Not it.”
“Uhh. Uhh.”
Her groaned exhales as she circled her hips against his slick digits made him almost unable to keep from fucking her. Rubbing faster, he took his belt off, released the top of his jeans again and shoved them down out of his way.
His freed cock kicked with approval as she tugged on his jeans in time with the flicks of her clit. “Open up.” He grabbed the base of his cock, angling the weeping head of his cock toward her mouth.
She licked her lips and opened her mouth. He slid the wet tip of his dick across her top lip and slowly pushed forward. She tried to take more and he pulled out and ceased moving his fingers.
“Sorry Sir,” she whispered and went still.
“Good girl.” He fed his cock back into her eager mouth and brushed his middle finger across her clit. Faster.
The feel of her tongue on his head drove him closer to straight-up taking her mouth and fucking her throat until he came.
It took an epic amount of concentration to remember what he’d asked her. But he finally got there and stuffed his fingers inside her slick sex and felt the ribbed plug still in her ass. “Your ass. I’m going to use my cum out of your pussy to fuck your ass .”
She hummed against his cock, her hips bucked against his fingers. She tried to pull him closer again and he growled.
“Bend your knees, leave them wide and put your wrists down by your ankles. If you can’t stay still, then I guess I’ll need to…help.”
Pulling free from her mouth and pussy as she moved, he stuffed his fingers in her mouth. “Clean them off.”
She eagerly licked them as she shadow-humped the phantom feel of his fingers. As soon as she was in position, he moved to the drawer and crabbed carabiners to clasp her wrists to each of her ankles. Secured, he took his time undressing. He shed his clothes and stepped fully in front of her again. He didn’t have to tell her to open her mouth this time. She did it as soon as he pointed his cock toward her.
He grabbed a handful of her hair hard and held her head in place as he fucked his cock along her tongue, hitting the roof of her mouth. He planted his other hand on her ribs and held her down. “Take me, Aslan. Fuck I need you.”
The sound of her sucking on him combined with the sweet suction of her mouth pulled him under and his monster slipped free. “Fuck I need in your throat. A fitting punishment for making noise earlier, don’t you think?”
Her only answer was to gag on his cock as he eased it against the back of her throat. He pulled free as she gasped for breath. Swallowing repeatedly, she shook her head back and forth as soon as he released her hair.
“Hottest woman ever. And you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” she answered around his dick as he fed his thick erection back between her lips.
“Do you need to cum, baby?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Slipping his fingers between her open thighs, he palmed her exposed sex. “Fuck. Drenched. My dirty girl.” He slid two fingers along her swollen lips, pushing them into her weeping sex.
“Tight. Wet. Perfect.”
She hummed against him again and he pushed a little farther in.
“Take me. All of me.” He circled her clit and her entire body convulsed. “Let me in your throat, all the way and I’ll let you come.” He pushed in further and she gagged but opened her mouth even wider. “Fuck.”
She pulled back and tried to move away but he held her hair, trapping her head in place again.
“I’m taking it whether you want to give it to me or not.”
Her pussy contracted around his fingers as he stuffed them back in her slippery snatch. “It’s mine. Stop denying me. Stick out your tongue, Aslan. All the way.” On a soul-deep groan, he slid all the way down her throat. He let go of her hair to put his hand over her throat. Feeling his cock inside her like that, somewhere he’d never been before, blew his mind. “Good girl,” he ground out, locking down his muscles so he didn’t come yet.
Her body, it was a present, waiting for him to peel back layers to discover hidden treasures. More things for him to possess, more areas to love, to take.
Aslan’s hands fisted again and again.
He gathered more of her cum-soaked pussy juice and rubbed tight circles around her clit. Grinding against her mouth, her entire body convulsed as she came.
He roared as he pushed his fingers into her sex as she milked his fingers. Each pulse of her pretty pussy as she came pulled him that much closer to the precipice of spilling his load. Pulling free, she gagged and fought to breathe. With her ankles and wrists tethered together she couldn’t move far, couldn’t get away from him.
Good.
There was barely enough of him left to think past the need to take what was his.
Her ass.
Her last hole he hadn’t taken today wouldn’t be free of his possession much longer.
With a firm grip to the back of her neck and shoulders, he lifted her and flipped her over so her head faced the headboard and she bounced on the mattress.
Latching onto her hips, he yanked her up and back onto her knees at the edge of the bed.
Her pussy contracted around nothing, which called to him as she repeated his name again and again. Forcing his fingers inside her dripping pussy, he rode her G-spot as
he eased the plug out of her ass.
Aslan shouted as the plug slipped free and Zeke tossed it on the carpet at his feet. Pulling his fingers free of her sex, he fisted his cock, coating his shaft and head with her slippery juices.
Leaning forward, he licked her ass as it tried to close and pushed his tongue inside as far as he could go.
Aslan yelled and her hips jerked on the last vestiges of her orgasm.
“Looks like someone liked me fucking her throat, pretty girl.” He stood and stared down at her as she tried to find her voice.
“Yes,” she croaked and cleared her throat again. “I didn’t think I could do it. But you made me.” It wasn’t an accusation in her tone. It was praise. Thankfulness even.
He shook his head, trying to clear it.
How she affected him rocked him to the very core.
Gripping the base of his cock, he lined up the head with her stretched hole and pushed inside. Wetness coated her hole, which had dripped down from her pussy when he’d been taking her throat.
Pushing in, stretching her hole wide to take him, her bound and unable to get away. She could do nothing more than squirm and moan.
Holy fuck.
Nothing compared to the feeling of ownership running through him.
Desire.
Love.
Thrust.
All of that and more welled inside him.
He fucked her further onto the mattress and followed her up. Latching onto her shoulders, he thrust into her harder that he’d ever dared before.
It was too hard. He knew that. But he couldn’t stop. Reining himself in wasn’t an option any longer. Thrust after thrust pushed him closer to some kind of implosion he didn’t think he’d survive.
Too much sensation and need raced through him. He wouldn’t make it.
His need was too great. Too much. He had to stop. Protect her from himself.
Then something ignited inside him. As if a black hole expanded in his chest, something created more heat than he thought his body could contain.
He collapsed over her body, catching himself on one elbow. With a fistful of her hair, he jacked her head to the side so he could invade her mouth as the first pump of cum jettisoned into the depths of her ass.
She struggled against him as he pumped inside her. To get away or get closer, he wasn’t certain. And then she started to come.
A simple moan or gasp wasn’t what she gave him as her entire body went rigid. She shattered beneath him, screaming into his mouth.
He swallowed the sound as he fed her his cum.
Ecstasy.
He didn’t know sex could be like this. Placing his forehead against Aslan’s as their bodies continued to pump and claw at each other. She grounded him through the tumultuous emotions threatening to pull him apart.
One-handed, he reached down and released the metal clasps holding her in place.
She slid down until her body was prone on the bed and he went with her.
He kept telling his muscles to move so he could get off her but they refused to listen.
All of him wanted to protect her.
From myself?
He kissed her shoulder.
No comment.
“I’m going to go get cleaned up, clean you up, strip you naked and we’re going to go to sleep.” He pushed some hair off her face so he could see her eyes but they were closed. Her mouth was slack as she tried to catch her breath. Looked as if she wanted to say something but she couldn’t get her mouth to cooperate.
His heart paused in his chest as one of her eyelids peeled open.
What if she hated him?
What if he’d been too hard on her?
What if she didn’t want him to touch her? Sleep with her?
What if—
“Or I could clean you.”
His cock chose that moment to slide free and it felt like a defibrillator connected with his chest, which moved him fully beside her.
Aslan gasped and her torso jerked.
Clenching his jaw down good and tight, another wave of heat assailed his body. He tried to make a joke because the reality of what she’d just said couldn’t possibly be accurate. “Don’t know if maybe I wasn’t doing something right but I was just fucking your ass. Maybe you missed that part.”
She gave him a small grin and tucked her hands beneath her. “Oh no, you were quite…informative a few minutes ago.” Cocking a leg a bit higher, Zeke caught a glimpse of a stream of his cum leaking from her ass.
“And you want to do what with my cock?”
Swallowing hard, she closed her eyes. “Lick the rest of the cum from your cock.”
“Ass to mouth?” he said slowly, trying it on for size. He rubbed her back, unable to say anything else. She effectively rendered him mute with her easy admission.
“Mmhmm.”
“Not under normal circumstances.” He started with that, unsure where she really wanted to go with this.
Pushing herself a little bit up to look at him. “That’s definitely not a no. So what’s not normal circumstances?”
He thought about making a joke, brushing it off, but he actually thought about his answer. “If I were to clean you out first, then I’d say that would most definitely not be a normal circumstance.”
She collapsed back on the bed and giggled. “Medical fetish. Totally going on my fantasy list.”
Shaking his head, he moved down the bed, only pausing once to nibble on her ass cheek. Well, nibble wasn’t exactly the right term, if Aslan’s gasp was any indication.
“You’re such a biter,” she moaned and squirmed up farther on the bed to get to the pillows.
“Is that a complaint, my wife?” He moved off the bed and stepped on her veil. Wonder when that came off, he wondered as he moved it to the dresser and walked to the bathroom.
“None at all, my husband. None. At. All. I love wearing your marks. They make me happy.”
He washed his hands and called to her. “You make me happy. More than I deserve.” Mumbling the last part didn’t seem so horrible and he realized how much he meant it when he heard it out loud.
Cleaning Aslan didn’t take long at all and he stripped the cuffs from her limbs. Faint lines were on each that would fade by morning. But tonight in bed, holding her close, he’d be able to feel them.
Fuck she did it for him.
He killed the lights, plunging the room into darkness and sank into bed beneath the covers beside her. Took her less than a full minute to fall asleep.
Holding her close, he couldn’t seem to drift off.
His body was satiated, which he thought would let him sleep, but instead he was completely disquieted because the all-consuming ache for satisfaction was gone. Missing.
Even his monster was quiet.
He laid awake, listening to his wife breathe against him. Moments of fear that he’d pushed her too far gnawed at him.
Her saying she wanted the same things he did after so long of not hearing her was hard to just let go of.
“Love you,” she mumbled in her sleep as if even unconscious she knew what he needed.
He held her close and finally closed his eyes.
His monster rumbled as she brushed her knee against his cock.
Her fantasy was up next.
Any fantasy.
It could be anything because they’d taken no off the table completely.
He fell asleep with his most precious possession in his arms. Thoughts of what she would come up with next sucked him into a deep, deep slumber.
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