The Marriage Dare

I look up at Daniel, and he’s staring at me, and I can’t decipher his expression. It’s hard and gentle at once. But his eyes are filled with that fire that I can’t fight against.

“Again,” he says.

“What?” My voice is rough.

“Now that I’ve shown you what I expect, suck my cock. Again. You need to earn the taste of my cum this time, Monica.”

The use of my name startles me. It’s easy to pretend that this isn’t me when he calls me princess and wife. But this is me. And I don’t understand why I want this. But I do.

So I lower my head and take him into my mouth again.

5

Daniel

The sight of Monica on her knees in front of me is better than I ever imagined—and I have imagined it a lot. The way her lips stretch around my cock The way she takes all of me with ease…God, I’m lucky that I lasted as long as I did the first time around.

I love being in control, and she likes it, too, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. I saw the confusion in her eyes just now when I ordered her to suck me, but she did it anyway. She doesn’t understand why she’s doing it, but she knows she’s driven to.

I’m a bastard—I’ll admit that. I took advantage of her situation for my own ends, and I don’t regret it. But I’d never actually force her. I know her needs better than she does, though. And she needs this marriage more than she’s willing to let on. I’ll bet that no one in her life has given her any kind of boundaries or direction. I’m happy to be the first.

I like that soft look on her face of confusion and desire, and fuck, I love the way her pussy tastes. But I will control myself, and she needs to know that I’m serious. I’m not going to fuck her until the papers are signed, and even then, not until she begs for it.

What I’ll never admit is that right now, my control is wavering. I’m teetering on the edge of giving her whatever she wants. Thankfully she can’t read my mind.

Monica is sucking my cock enthusiastically, and it’s so fucking good. She dips back down and takes me into her throat again, bobbing up and down and moaning. I feel like a teenager because I could probably come again right now. But I won’t. I didn’t lie. She needs to earn it. She needs to show that she can follow through and get a reward.

Up and down she goes, sucking the tip of me and using her tongue under my head in a way that makes my toes curl inside my shoes. And down, until her face is entirely hidden by her hair and her bottom lip is brushing my balls.

I’m not going to be able to last as long as I’d like. She has me too turned on and I want her too badly to hold myself back forever. She’s too busy to notice that my knuckles are white holding on to the arms of the chair. Pleasure is building in my balls and around my shaft, making me close my eyes. It hums, and every stroke of her lips and tongue amplifies it. Yes.

I let myself fade into the rhythm of her mouth, floating through the fog of pleasure until it rears up, and I’m so close that I can’t breathe. I grasp her hair again, and pull her off me, tilting her head back so I can see her face. “Open your mouth,” I tell her, standing up. My cock is still resting on her lips, and I hold her exactly where I want her while I stroke myself, finding that pleasure that sends me over the edge.

Monica opens her mouth, and I groan, my cum splashing across her tongue. Stream after stream of it pooling in her mouth. She doesn’t flinch or hesitate, taking all of it until I’m finished. And it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen in my life.

“Swallow,” I say, and she does. The look on her face is priceless. She closes her eyes and it looks like she savors the taste of me on the way down. When she opens her eyes again, she licks the tip of my cock, and I’m ready to get down on my knees and give her whatever the fuck that she wants for the rest of her life. But that’s not what she needs, and the hope and desire I see in her eyes right now needs to be taken care of. Even if it’s not the way she wants.

“I think you have a chance of being a good wife, Princess.”

She smiles before she catches herself. “And does my husband want to fuck me now?”