Page 50 of Taken By Him

“You’re stronger than you think, my Kasia.” He lowers his mouth to my neck, scraping his teeth over my skin again. A shot of electricity jolts me, and I feel alive. More alive than I have in a long time.

It’s not just that he says these things, it’s that I believe him. It’s that I know he believes them.

He grabs hold of my arm and spins me to face him. “I’m going to show you what a brave girl you really are.” He walks me backward until my ass hits the dresser. “Down, my Kasia. Kneel for me.” He presses lightly on my shoulders and I sink to the floor for him. Kneeling at his feet, looking up at him, wondering what he wants from me next. Because I want to give it to him. I want to make this good for him. To make him forget his stress.

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Such a pretty mouth. I wonder how pretty you’ll be with my cock stuffed inside it.” His other hand works his belt open and he tugs his pants down until his cock is freed.

I try to move back, but I have nowhere to go. Still holding my head, he presses me against the dresser. I’m trapped.

“Open for me, Kasia.” He fists his cock with one hand, bringing the tip to my lips. There’s a pearl of moisture that is too tempting not to lick away.

He hisses as though I’ve hurt him with my tongue on his dick.

“Open.” This order is rougher, his fingers tighten in my hair.

I bring my hand up, ready to wrap it around his shaft, but he brushes it away.

“No. Put your hands on your knees. I want just your mouth, Kasia. I’m going to fuck it and fuck it hard. If you do a good job, I’ll stuff my cock in your pussy next. It’s wet for me, isn’t it? You’re waiting for me to fuck you hard?” He switches between Polish and English as he talks, but I manage to keep up well enough to understand him.

I open my mouth and steel myself for whatever he’s going to do to me. This is his moment. He may hurt me, but he won’t harm me.

He doesn’t need to tell me that or explain it. It’s just there, written in his eyes.

“Fuck.” A buzzing sounds and he pulls his phone out of the pocket of his pants, throwing it onto the bed without looking at it.

There’s no warning. He plows into my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat. I swallow, sputter, trying to catch my breath, but my husband isn’t gentle. He never promised he would be.

I press my fingernails into my thighs, taking the face fucking he’s dishing out. Again, he pushes down my throat and I swallow, but it doesn’t help. I gag. He pulls out enough for me to get my breath, but that’s it. The moment I’m better, he shoves himself down me again.

“Mouth stuffed with my cock,” he mutters above me, thrusting again. “So...fuck...” his words trail off into a groan.

In the next moment, his dick is yanked from me and he hauls me to my feet. Have I done something wrong?

“Did I hurt you?” I ask when I see the darkness of his expression.

The stern set of his jaw softens, and he laughs.

“Hurt me? Woman, you’re going to kill me if we keep that up.” He steps back and quickly undresses, tossing his clothing to the floor. Once he’s stripped and bare, I stare at him openly.

There’s a scar on his abdomen, and I touch it lightly. He grabs my wrist, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it.

“You were hurt,” I say stupidly.

“I healed.” There’s more to his words, I think. A statement directed at me, but I don’t understand it.

Keeping my wrist in his hand, he brings me to the bed — his side. He opens the bedside drawer and brings out a pair of handcuffs.

“So you don’t get in my way.” He works them around one wrist, then spins me around to cuff the other behind my back. My shoulders pull at the position, but it’s not enough to stop him. I doubt he’d listen anyway.

I press my ass back at him. There’s no explanation for it, but I want his touch. Hard or soft, I just want it on me.

He’s quick to react, throwing me over the side of the bed. Over and over again he smacks my ass with his open palm.

“What did I do?” I ask, unsure if I’m supposed to be enjoying his manhandling as much as I am.

“Nothing, my Kasia. You’ve earned a reward,” he says, and increases the force of his spanks. He spreads them out over both cheeks and then my thighs. Quickly, my mind begins to fall into haze, a sweet hum covers my flesh.

But he’s not done with me.

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