Page 28 of His to Hold

“Palms flat on the counter, legs spread, ass out.” Antonio issues a string of instructions that I’m quick to obey. “I want you to watch yourself in the mirror.”

My eyes dart to his. Can I do that? Can I watch myself unraveling as he explores my body, taking what he wants from me? The thought of it is unbearably erotic. Sensing my hesitation, Antonio grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs until it feels as though it will be wrenched from my scalp.

“Don’t look at me, Bella. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come undone. I want you to see yourself becoming a needy, desperate slut for me.”

Whoa! Why was that so hot? I should be outraged by his directness, but I’m not. In fact, I’m turned on by it. As Antonio caresses my ass, making my skin tingle, I focus on my reflection. My pale pink lips tremble as anticipation builds. Antonio slides his hand between my butt cheeks and grasps the base of the plug. A strange tugging sensation pulls at my insides. Antonio has barely touched me and the pressure at my core is already difficult to bear.

Leaning over me, covering my body with his, Antonio whispers in my ear, “I’m going to take this plug out and replace it with my cock. You’re going to take every inch like a good little slut and milk me dry.”

It’s not his words that make my pussy wet, but the fierce promise they hold. I grip the edge of the vanity as Antonio places a hand on my lower back and eases the plug out. My mouth twists in discomfort as the widest part of the silver toy is drawn out past the tight ring of muscle.

Antonio tosses the plug aside. It lands with a clatter on the tiled floor. He removes his shoes and socks and strips off his pants, taking his white boxer briefs with them. He leaves his shirt on. It crosses my mind he might be self-conscious about his scar. Did it bother him that I stared at it earlier? I shrug off that thought. Antonio wouldn’t give a damn about a blemish. Remaining partially clothed while I’m completely naked is more likely his way of demonstrating who holds the power here. He has me at a disadvantage.

Stepping up behind me, he kicks my legs farther apart. I swear I could be doing the splits and he’d still want more. He rubs his fully erect cock back and forth along the length of my pussy. I moan as he coats himself in my juices. When he’s ready, he places a restraining hand on my shoulder and pushes the head of his shaft into my tightest hole. In the mirror I watch the struggle to accept him playing out on my face as he presses forward.

A part of me wants to welcome him in, but what’s etched in the lines around my eyes is fear. Though my body is more receptive after being filled by the plug for several hours, Antonio is longer, thicker than the toy. I’m afraid this is going to hurt.

That fear is allayed as he breaches my forbidden hole, unleashing a sensual onslaught as he slides in one erotically charged inch at a time. Pain gives way to pleasure. How can something my mind tells me is wrong feel so good? I should hate this, but I don’t.

With an animalistic snarl, Antonio surges forward until his hips make contact with my ass. His cock is as deep as it can get inside me and it feels sublime. Any hint of discomfort that was on my face drains away to leave a picture of calm. I know that won’t last much longer.

As Antonio slides in and out of me, finding his rhythm, my eyes roll back. Antonio stops moving and slaps my ass, hard enough to elicit a gasp of shock from me.

“I told you to watch, Bella.”

The moment I return my attention to my reflection, Antonio starts to fuck me with renewed purpose. His flesh slaps against mine as he drives in deep, pounding into me with a terrifying lack of restraint. He intends to leave an indelible mark on me. His fingers dig into my shoulder, my hip, where he anchors me in place. My lips part as I struggle to catch my breath. My eyes are glazed. I’m drunk on the pleasure he delivers even as he brings a bite of pain.

“You were made for this, Bella. You were made to take my cock in your tight little ass.”

He swivels his hips and I scrabble at the marble-topped vanity, trying to find something to hold on to. My reflection distorts as my eyes glisten with tears. Antonio lays claim to my body like a marauding beast and it’s too much to bear. My mouth twists in agonized bliss. Antonio’s pace is impossible to match. All I can do is hold on tight as each thrust shoves me forward. My hipbones bang against the vanity. I’ll be black and blue after this, but right now I don’t give a fuck. The ripples of pleasure lapping at my womb make it worthwhile.

As Antonio reaches around to tease my clit, I let out a needy whine. He shoves two fingers inside me and curls them toward my front. Stroking my sensitive flesh, he continues to fuck my ass. His increasingly frenzied grunts and groans tell me he’s getting close.

“Come for me, Bella,” he commands.

My body shouldn’t respond to that demanding tone, but it does. As I feel Antonio’s cock swelling inside me, I’m gripped by spasms of ecstasy. My pussy clenches around his fingers. Quivering too much to hold myself, I collapse against the vanity. My limbs tremble with aftershocks from that intense climax.

Antonio twists his fist in my hair and forces my head up.

“Look at yourself, Bella. What do you see?”

I hope he doesn’t want me to answer because I don’t think I have it in me to describe the woman staring back at me from the mirror. She looks completely fucked. Her eyes are half-closed. The corners of her mouth droop, not because she’s displeased but because the muscles are too weak for her to smile. Her hair is plastered to her forehead in a sticky mess. This is a woman who’s been taken to heaven and then dropped back down to Earth.

“What do you see?” When I catch my breath, I throw Antonio’s question back at him.

“I see a woman who’s been thoroughly claimed.” Using his grip on my hair, he spins me around. He untangles his fingers and strokes my cheek. “I see my woman, my wife. Mine.”

Though his words aren’t exactly a declaration of love, warmth spreads through me. Antonio’s possessive tone, coupled with the pride reflected in his eyes, tells me he values my presence in his life.

For several endless seconds, we stare at each other, the air between us becoming charged once more. Without meaning to, I sway closer to Antonio. He shakes his head, almost imperceptibly, putting a stop to another bout of sex before it can begin. He grabs my hand and leads me across the room.

“Come on, Bella, let’s get you cleaned up.”

CHAPTER 11

Antonio

When Isabella asked me what I saw when I looked at her, I had to bite my tongue not to reply with “The woman I love.” Despite what happened a year ago, and although I can’t fully trust her, I do love my wife. I have since the first night we spent together when she so willingly allowed me to strip off her silk wedding dress and claim her virginity.

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