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.