I lay her down softly, a contrast to what is about to happen. The first few times will not be gentle. They will be animalistic, just the way we both want and need it. Bringing one arm up above her head, I suck and bite a trail from her armpit to her wrist, leaving marks as I go. Rubbing her thighs together with pressure, she seeks out some release as I take the other arm and do the same thing, getting her into place. Now in her cuffs, she looks me over, watching me as I undress, eating me alive with her eyes. She takes in all my masculinity, knowing this body and its power over her. She knows what my strength can do to her. There is no denying her body was made for me and now hums only for her husband.
Once naked, I climb the bed, wrapping both my hands around her thighs and burying my head against her sweet spot. Her back arches, toes curling and landing on the muscles over my shoulder blades. I lick her, eat her, nip her clit, and tongue her center.
“I love you. I only love you,” she screams, matching my thrusts with the rolling of her hips.
I groan my appreciation, but I don’t let up. I need two, maybe three orgasms in my mouth before I dare take one on my cock.
One.
Two.
Three.
I count them each, claiming them like a prize. The time comes, and I revel in it. Sitting up, I grab her hips and make burning eye contact with her before my abrupt movement. When I flip her, she screams, her arms crossing and the cuffs biting and tightening. I plunge into her without warning, her warm, tight heat searing my cock.
“Fuck!” I lean forward and grip the headboard, placing my front to her back. I wait there, letting myself adjust to her.
“You’re so big. It hurts me still.” That isn’t her boosting my ego; that’s the truth.
“You can handle it, like a good little slut. Right, beautiful?”
“Oh God, yes. How do you do that to me?”
“Do what?” I begin to fuck her, measured, pronounced thrusts.
“Talk to me like that and have me desperately wanting more?”
I grin sinisterly and lean into her ear. “Because you know it’s true. You will never be touched again by anyone. And if you dare to, I will make you watch me cut off their hands. My words, my touch, my love for you has no match, no bounds,” I growl, giving it to her now. Pounding into her without pause, its messy and everything we both needed after days with no touching.
I hold off, collecting more orgasms from her before finally coming. My orgasm burns. From my head, down my spine, and ending in my toes. I growl, so loud the walls should shake. I pull a fistful of her hair, bring her head back, and kiss her through our ecstasy.
“Mine. Forever. You are mine, piccolina.”
Mine, she is. The day I stole her was the day she invaded my life. No matter the danger it would bring, I walked into that hell willingly and will now burn a lifetime for her. Each day and every night, I’ll make sure she lives for me as I live for her.
But that’s easy, because this little one always knew who her keeper was from the moment I pulled the hood from her head the night I took her.
Me.
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The End