Page 184 of Wicked Fantasies

He reached down and roughly pinched one of her turgid nipples.

“Ouch,” she cried.

“No questions. Remember?”

She nodded, trying to figure out why her pussy was begging her to ask him something else. The slight pain of his pinch seemed to have a direct connection to her clit. She squeezed her legs together, wishing she could use her hands to ease the need.

Troy slapped the side of her hip. “Hold still. Open your legs.”

“But—”

He slapped her other hip. “No talking.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but before she could utter a sound, he leaned down and took her lips in a crushing kiss. For a second, she feared he was bruising her lips, then he put his tongue into action and she decided she didn’t give a shit if he did. She returned his kiss, their tongues battling for dominance and he didn’t pull away until she was gasping for air.

“You’re going to be a bit tougher to train than I thought.”

A very large part of her took exception to the wordtrainuntil he reached down to cup her breasts. He brought his lips into play, sucking on her nipples until she was crying out, pleading for him to fuck her. Her clit was pulsing painfully from the neglect, the need.

“God, Troy. Please,” she yelled again, but he ignored her, intent on tormenting her at his own pace.

Finally, after a lifetime, his lips began to travel south. Kneeling between her outstretched legs, she shivered when he blew a steady stream of air on her clit. “You need to cool off.”

She threw her head against the pillow and struggled not to call her dear, beloved husband every nasty name she’d ever heard.

When he looked up and gave her a smug grin, she clenched her teeth against the steady stream of obscenities floating through her mind. He was testing her, teasing her. She knew that as well as she knew the moment he took these cuffs off her hands, all bets were off.

He ran one finger through the short hair on her pussy. “Maybe it would help if you counted to ten.”

“Maybe it would help if you kissed it better.”

He laughed at her suggestion. “Maybe it would.” He bent forward and took her clit between his teeth with a sharp nip that took her by surprise before he used his tongue to soothe away the pain.

Her eyes closed of their own volition and she felt, more than saw, the brilliant flash of white light that accompanied her immediate climax. One touch and he’d driven her over the edge.

Troy seemed unfazed by her orgasm, instead continuing his assault on her senses. Each bite he delivered was followed by a soft kiss, each pinch was soothed by a delicate rub. He used her body against her, bringing her to the brink two more times. Each time he refused to acknowledge her trembling cries, her thrashing, and instead he continued to play until she thought she’d go insane with the intensity of the pleasure.

When she thought she was completely drained, his cock brushed against her opening and her traitorous body came roaring back to life. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, his hands supporting her ass as he drove in with one hard, deep thrust.

Once seated, he held for just a moment, waiting for her at last. When her eyes met his, she saw how much this night meant to him and she felt as if she were seeing him clearly for the first time.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said simply.

She nodded.

“I can’t be gentle.”

Her voice, hoarse from yelling, betrayed her and all she could do was nod once more.

Her gesture freed him as he pounded into her body with a strength she didn’t know he possessed. She was vaguely aware of the fact she was screaming as he pushed her over into one long, painfully beautiful orgasm. The clenching contractions of her inner muscles seemed to push him into a different realm. He gripped her thighs, holding them against her chest as he opened her up for an even deeper fuck.

For a moment, she thought she saw stars and feared she’d pass out as she came one last time. He followed her into the moment, filling her with jet after jet of hot come, until he collapsed on top of her.

It wasn’t until she felt her arms being lowered that she realized she had fallen asleep. Troy had cleaned her and covered her in a blanket, yet neither act had roused her until he unlocked the cuffs and pulled her into his arms.

“Okay?” he asked.

She nodded. Her body was numb from his hard use, but she knew she’d let him do it all over again in a heartbeat if he asked her to.

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