“How does it feel?” The tenor of my voice scares me, the obsession sounding almost like mania.
“Strange. Tight.” She pauses. “Good.”
When I press a second finger next to the first, she stills.
“Relax. You can take it.”
“No, that’s too much.”
I spit on her hole, using my second finger to rub it in at her entrance, and she shudders in response. “Oh god, Thiago.”
“I love it when you moan my name like that.”
Both fingers press forward, stretching her ass. They break through the ring of muscles with more difficulty, but when they do, Tess screams.
“Oh!” Her eyes are wild and frantic, but delirious with lust.
Pushing them further into her passage, I try not to come in my trousers staring at how her ass stretches for me. The thought of putting my cock there one day sends a shiver down my spine. I pump them a few times inside her until she’s breathing laboriously and squirming all over the bed, her hands desperately clutching the sheets. Then I pop them out and grab the toy.
“Look at me,amor.” When she does, I keep my gaze on hers and dribble thick saliva onto the rounded end. Her eyes glaze over, her teeth coming out to bite her lower lip. “This plug is only a little wider than my fingers, but you can take it.”
When it’s sufficiently wet, I place it against her entrance and start pressing it in. She whimpers loudly but keeps her hole relaxed like a good girl. Her sphincter doesn’t immediately give in, so I push the plug against her resistance, repeatedly moving back and forth until she’s muttering unintelligibly.
My thumb comes down to find and press down on her clit. I rub it roughly, adding another dimension to her pleasure until she’s nearly bucking off the bed. When I pinch the throbbing nub between two fingers, she comes with an explosive orgasm that has her toppling down to the bed and her ass finally gives in, swallowing the plug entirely into its depth.
“Fuck,” she moans, legs shaking wildly. I love it when she curses.
I part her ass while she lays on her stomach, taking a second to admire the pink plug snuggled deeply in there and the glistening jewel that crowns the tip. Tess shrieks when I push on the jewel with my thumb, shoving it deeper inside her. I smack both cheeks and stand, admiring how pretty my wife looks laid out and spent beneath me.
“Go finish getting ready.”
She turns her head and looks up at me, confused.
“T-That’s it?”
“That’s it,” I confirm as she stands. She winces when the plug moves with her and I wish I could put a camera on her to capture every reaction she has to it. “Go get cleaned up.”
“What about… what you just put inside me?”
“The plug?” I cup her cheek and kiss her lips, softer than I’d like. If I don’t restrain myself, we’ll never leave our rooms. Pulling away, I add. “I want you to wear it all night, the discomfort and the pleasure and the stretch making you think of the day I’ll replace it with my cock.”
Her eyes flash but with interest, not distaste. I was so right about her and the dark fantasies she has. “You want me to wear this to the club?”
“Mhmm,” I hum. “I want to watch you taking a sip of your drink, I want to watch you talking to people, I want to watch you dancing, all the while knowing you have a plug in your ass and that I put it there.”
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Chapter Fifty
Thiago
Arturo paces in the front courtyard, raking his hands through his hair. “Today’s loss was the biggest yet.”
Another one of our shipments was targeted this morning, resulting in a hundred kilo loss of merchandise. I’d expected some blowback from the Italians, but not this targeted. Their attacks are too precise to be operating off blind luck. Arturo’s frustration pales in comparison to mine but I refuse to let any of my men see me be affected by this.
“I’ll talk to Tellier while we’re atExcess. He has his ear to the ground, I want to know if he’s heard any whispers about where they could be getting their info.”
My gaze darts back towards the front door. Tess is finishing getting ready and I’m eagerly waiting for her to come out.