She gasps and flinches under the spanks, but holds still. I redden the lower half of her ass, enjoying the spring of her cheeks under my palm. The sound of my slaps in the quiet room. The satisfying sting on my own skin.
“You are my wife. You will stay with me until I grow tired of you.”
She makes that dissenting sound in her throat again.
I stop spanking and reach around to cup her mons, using my grip to pull her ass back against my lap. With the other hand I cage her throat. “I took you as tribute for the lives taken from me,” I remind her. “I did not take your brother’s life. I will not take your life. You’ll give me this time as my due.”
She goes still, although her pulse is frantic beneath my thumb. Her pussy’s soaking wet, too. She works to swallow. I stroke along her sopping slit. I move my hand from her throat down to her breast, which I squeeze roughly.
“So be a good girl. Take your spanking.” I slap her pussy. Fist my hand in her hair and tug her head back over my shoulder. Another pussy spank.
She moans.
“I know you like to have your pussy spanked.” Another slap.
I step back and start another round on her ass, slapping the pink into her cheeks until she’s dancing on her toes.
Then I reward her with more stroking. “You’re doing a very good job staying in place, printsessa,” I murmur, my lips at her ear. “A very good job.” My middle and index finger glide up and down her swollen flesh, stopping to circle her clit. “When you’re ready for me to give you satisfaction, just ask.”
She turns her face away. There’s a blush on her cheeks, down her neck.
“I won’t make you beg. I won’t even make you apologize. I will put my mouth between your legs and lick you until you scream. And then I’ll show you what I can do with my cock. All you have to do is say da.” The whole time I make that promise, I circle her clit with the pad of my middle finger.
When she doesn’t answer immediately, I remove my touch.
“Da,” she answers quickly.
I’m not a religious man, but I’m willing to praise Jesus, Mohammad and every other known figurehead. I need to be inside this woman with a clawing desperation.
I reach up and wrap a hand around her wrists. “You can let go,” I murmur in her ear.
Her hands slide down the belt as she releases her tight grip. I catch her up in my arms and drop her onto the bed.
“Spread your legs,” I say thickly. I can’t wait to feast between them. I slide my hands under her heated ass cheeks and squeeze as I lick into her.
She’s on fire—so sensitive she nearly pops off the bed every time my tongue makes contact. I have to hold her pelvis down, pin her in place to give her the pleasure she deserves. I swirl my tongue up and around her clit, flick it with the tip. Penetrate her with a finger.
I have her orgasming in less than sixty seconds. I go in for a second round.
Only then do I trust myself to unbutton my jeans and free my erection. Her gaze stays on my cock, and she watches, cheeks flushed as I slide my fist along my throbbing length.
I climb onto my knees and tower over her, jacking my dick.
“Do you have a condom?” Her voice almost sounds shy.
Right. Condom. She can’t get pregnant for some reason.
“Da.” I back off the bed, stripping my shirt over my head as I walk. I get a condom from the dresser, then shuck my jeans and boxer briefs.
And then I can’t hold back anymore. It’s been too many nights of torture. My cock aches so badly. I need to be in her with a vengeance I can’t deny. I’m more animal than man when I get back on the bed. I grasp her hips and flip her to her belly, then pull her hips up until she comes to her knees. When she tries to come onto her hands, too. I force her chest back down.
“I want this ass up,” I tell her, bringing my thumb between her crack.
She lets out a protesting squeal, but it sounds more wanton than anything.
I slap her ass. “If you ever leave the house without insulin again, I will fuck this ass raw.”
It’s a vulgar threat but my brain stopped functioning the minute she said yes. The only thoughts running through my head now are Fuck her now. Fuck her hard. Fuck...her.
Yeah, I’m dying for her.
I rub the head of my cock over her entrance and push.
Blyat, she’s tight. I barely get the head in even though she’s wetter than an ocean.