Page 44 of Cruel Master

I sucked him down into my mouth, flicking my tongue against him as best I could. I bobbed my head up and down. His hips lifted as he thrust deeper into my mouth and throat. Again and again, he slid past that place where my throat started. His cock moved over my tongue against the hard roof of my mouth.

I tried to keep my teeth out of the way, but occasionally, he would thrust so hard that they would touch the outside of his shaft. Whenever that happened, his grip on my hair would tighten and sparks would dance behind my eyelids. If he lasted much longer, I was going to pass out. I choked on him, feeling my saliva dripping from the corners of my lips. My eyes watered and more tears leaked out despite them being closed.

“Ngh.” Gaven made a rough sound. Then a low, “Fuck.” I peeked my eyes open and found him bent over me, now both hands on the back of my head as he fucked my throat raw.

My cheeks were wet. My lips felt swollen and stretched impossibly wide to accommodate his size. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking good cock sucker, Angel. Your mouth was made for my dick,” he said between clenched teeth.

His eyes opened and locked on mine, and suddenly he stood up. A shocked noise escaped me, but it was muffled by the flesh in my mouth. Anchoring himself with both hands cupping my skull, Gaven fucked into me as he stared down into my eyes. It was wild and violent—like the man himself.

“If I find out you let another man have you,” he swore. “I’ll fucking kill him. If these pretty lips of yours touched any other cock, I’ll fucking cut it off. You’re mine. My fucking whore to use as I want. My wife.”

The more he talked, the hotter I got. He couldn’t know what those words did to me. I wasn’t even sure I wanted him to. The brutality of them. The honesty. It sank into my ears and set fire to my insides. I whimpered as he sank his cock into my throat and held me still. My nose was smashed against the light bush of hair at the base of his erection, slightly darker than the hair on his head.

With a groan, I felt him come. Hot semen washed into my mouth, filling me up, and there was no other place for it to go but down. I coughed around him, choking, but he didn’t let up.

“Swallow it, Angel,” he commanded, his gaze glittering dangerously as he stared down at me and continued to come down my throat. “Swallow my seed and remember there’s another place it belongs.” My lips tightened around him at that comment. He grinned. “That’s right, baby, before tonight is through, my seed will be coating the inside of your pussy too. You won’t leave this club tonight without a reminder of me inside of you, sloshing around in your belly the way it’s meant to.”

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GAVEN

Despite just coming down my wife’s tight throat, when I withdrew my cock from between her swollen lips, I found myself hardening all over again. Her face was wrecked. Eyes red-rimmed and watery as she sniffed and wiped a hand under her nose. Black mascara dripped down her rosy cheeks. She sucked in breath after breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

I wasn’t done. Far from it.

Tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up, I moved around her and strode towards the wall of equipment. Silently, I pulled down some of the restraints and checked them over. Brand new—and would likely either be thoroughly cleaned by the staff later or replaced entirely—the leather cuffs I held were perfect for what I had in mind. The matching leather paddle called to me, but no. I’d rather have my wife’s ass reddened by the palm of my hand than something so impersonal.

Turning back to her, my brows arched when I realized she hadn’t moved a single inch from where she’d been on her knees before me in front of the chair. I moved past her again, relishing in the way her shoulders tightened, but still, she didn’t look at me. I strode to the end of the four-poster bed and separated the leather cuffs, unclipping the metal chain holding them together so that I could anchor them to the chains embedded into the end posts.

After finishing with both cuffs, I lifted up a few of the pillows scattered on the floor and dropped them into the center of the mattress at the end. Finally, I turned back to the woman quietly sniffling and wiping the tears from her cheeks.

“Angel.” She jumped at the sound of my voice, but that was all it took. Her head turned and tilted up, chin jutting out as she narrowed her gaze on me. Such a little fighter. Fuck, that turned me on too. Watching the spark of defiance in her eyes as they met mine, it was something altogether different than anything else I’d ever had before.

She fought for what she wanted. She resisted it. But she would fall—I would make sure of it—but still, in the end, I would be there to catch her. I would be there to ensure she was never irreparably damaged and that, at the end of her fall, she would find that I was always going to be there, waiting for her. I held out my hand. “Come here,” I ordered.

Her hands landed on the carpet again and my lips twitched as she bent over on her hands and knees once again and crawled to me. Her ass swayed back and forth, stealing my attention for a brief moment before it snapped back to her face. She was sensual in her movements. Breasts hanging between her arms as she put one in front of the other. She might have been the perfect pet—if it wasn’t for her disobedience.

When she got to me, I lowered my hand down to her and she lifted up, taking it. My fingers closed around hers and I tugged. She followed my silent order and stood up, getting to her feet. My eyes snapped down to her knees, but as I predicted, there was no harsh rug burn. The carpet here had been specially chosen. Ian was not a man who missed details.

“What are you going to do now?” she asked, her hazel green eyes lifting to meet mine.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I hedged, before leading her closer to the end of the bed. “Bend over the pillows.”

Glancing back at me once, she followed and did as I commanded. Her lush, rounded ass lifted as she bent down. I took first one hand and stretched it out until I was able to cuff her to the post and then, quickly, I slipped to the other side and repeated the action. Her breathing hitched as she found herself bound to the bedposts.

Something inside of my chest eased. It seemed that only when she was bound and displayed for my pleasure that I finally found comfort. Tied like this, she couldn’t run away. She was at my mercy, and unfortunately for her, I had very little mercy to give when it came to the things I desired.

My fingers traced along the outer edges of her thong. I could practically smell her. She was wet. My dirty little girl. Lifting my palm away from her, I brought it down with a quick whoosh. She gasped and her smooth, even ivory skin flushed pink from my strike. I spanked her again on the opposite cheek and she shuddered, her spine moving as she squirmed over the pillows.

Slap. “Don’t fucking move, Angel,” I warned her, even knowing that it was an impossible demand.

But I liked that too. Giving her impossible demands, and reasons for me to punish her all over again. Control was a heady drug that I allowed myself to indulge in so often that it was my greatest weakness. My addiction. I was in charge of everything from my business, to my men, to the kill. But this woman spread out like an offering before me was different. The control I exerted over her was earned. It was difficult and that made it so much sweeter when she finally caved and bowed before me.

My cock strained against the inside of my pants, ready to go all over again. It would have to wait, though, because I had other plans for my treacherous little wife.

Hooking my fingers into the thin straps of her thong, I stripped the fabric from her cunt and left it hooked around her knees. She gasped and her thighs tightened, but I could already see what she no doubt didn’t want to show me. Her pussy was flushed pink, puffy with juice. I pressed a thick finger against her opening and thrust it inside, causing her to arch her back.

With my free hand, I delivered a fresh series of slaps to her ass that had her crying out. “I said not to move,” I reminded her.

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