The Marriage Dare

He raises an eyebrow. We both know we’re playing a game. “Show me how much you want to be a good wife,” he says. “And do what any loving wife would do for her husband after a long day.”

“I’ve never been married. I don’t know what a loving wife would do.”

That feral smile appears again. “She would crawl to me and sit at my feet. Naked.”

I find myself reaching to take off my bra—the only thing left on me—and sinking to my knees on the floor. I hate this. I hate every second and the flush on his face tells him that. But I have to do it. I have to and I want to more than anything. I can barely comprehend the two emotions that exist side by side.

I crawl to him, watching his eyes light up watching me. He leans forward when I’m between his legs, taking my mouth in a kiss that blinds me with its passion. He’s making me want him, and I know that.

It doesn’t stop me from wanting him so much that I ache between my legs.

“What would she do now?” I ask breathlessly when he pulls away.

“She would undo my belt and pants, so I could be free after being restricted all day.”

Rising up on my knees, I do just that. I release his belt, which is black leather, and the highest quality. And I unbutton and unzip his pants. His cock is only just hidden by tight boxer briefs, straining against the fabric. I pull it down, and it springs free. Hard. And giant.

Daniel’s cock is just like the rest of him—perfectly sculpted and powerful. God, as good as that orgasm was, now I wish that I’d asked him to fuck me. He’s huge and thick and would have filled me up and then some. Cocks aren’t attractive, but this one is.

“And now?” I ask, my voice quiet. I know what he’s going to say, but I need to hear him say it.

“She would suck his cock until he came, and swallow every bit. Hoping that afterward he’d want to fuck her.”

I look up at him, and the corner of his mouth tips up into a smile. God, I hope so. I want to feel him inside me. I want to be taken by him. I can’t stop staring, his dark eyes see all of me. It’s not a sensation that I’m used to.

“Suck my cock, Princess.”

I do.

I use just my tongue first, reaching out to touch him. He’s filled with furious heat, and he feels good under me. I lick all the way up to his tip, teasing, when his hand finds my hair. His fingers grab it, tangle in it, guiding me onto him. And down, and down until my mouth is full and I can’t take more before he’s in my throat.

Suddenly his lips are at my ear. “I told you to suck.” He pulls me up off his cock and holds me close. “Do I need to show you exactly what I expect from you? Wife?”

We’re still playing the game. Still in this hypothetical scenario, and I want it. I don’t want to break free of it. “Yes. Show me how to be a good wife,” I say.

The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s driving me back onto his cock. All the way down, slipping into my throat and further so my lips are pressed against his skin. Deeper than I thought possible. God, I love it.

His hand holds me in place, not forcing, just holding. Keeping me where he wants to. His voice is a low growl when he speaks. “A good wife takes all of her husband’s cock.”

Daniel pumps his hips into my mouth, and I groan around him. I’m so wet that I’m dripping down my thighs. Never in my life did I think a blowjob could turn me on like this, but I love the feeling of him, of taking him completely.

He pulls back and lets me breathe before guiding me down again, this time I’m moving before he makes me. I suck my way down, taking him completely and he groans, fingers tightening in my hair. His other hand joins the first, securing me in place. “Now stay there.”

He fucks my mouth, my throat, pumping deep, and I can’t escape. I don’t want to. Everything else fades away and it’s just me and him in the moment. Daniel grunts with each thrust, and it doesn’t take him long before he groans, cock swelling in my mouth. He’s so far down my throat that I don’t even have to swallow.

Daniel holds me still until he’s finished, until I’m dizzy from lack of air, and the world comes flying back when he releases me. I’m panting, trying to gather myself. Cause clearly, I’ve gone a little crazy.