Page 66 of Good As Hell

She shifts, sneaking her hands between her legs. I watch her through the fringe of my lashes. Slowly inching her hand down, she pauses here and there to make sure my breathing hasn’t changed.

Patient as a cobra, I wait until she reaches her prize. I even let her play for a few seconds.

“Aht, aht.” She stiffens as my lips brush her ear lobe. Tugging the soft flesh into my mouth, I nip, making her startle then suck, causing delicious little shivers to wrack her body.

Pressing my length into the crevice of her ass, I tsk, “You know you are forbidden from playing with my pussy.”

“Please,” she begs so prettily.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You haven’t learned not to defy me yet, songbird.”

Rising from the bed, I leave her going to the bag I brought the items to carry out her discipline.

“What are you doing?” Gasping, she tries to grab the silken rope I use tying her to the bedpost.

“Punishing you. Now be a good little wife for me and lay back and take what you’re owed like a good girl.” I screw her with a look of promised cruelty.

“What are you going to do?” she asks instead of demanding or telling me to stop.

“Do you trust me?” Sitting back on my hunches, I wait for her answer.

She’s already nodding.

“Your actions said otherwise. So this will be your first lesson.” Smoothing my hands down her silken legs, I watch her expression closely for signs of distress. “I know you’ve only had yourself in private matters. Now you have me. You need to learn there is no one who will have your best interests at heart more than me. You’re a kinesthetic learner. So just as in other ways, I will put trusting me into practice as often as you need in theprivacy of our bed until I drive the point home.” Rubbing up and down her legs, I soothe and comfort her. She’s a little jumpy.

“How are we doing, jameela?” Her mouth takes on a mutinous little pout at my question.

“I had no choice but to leave, you know that.”

“You had access to a phone and the internet when you got here.” Slowly shaking my head, I give her the soft reprimand.

“The argument was compelling.” The distraction of my hands stroking over her tummy and up to her breasts makes defending herself harder.

“You’ve made my point, sparrow.” Tweaking her nipples, makes her bite her lip. “What do you say when you need me to stop?”

“Rahma.” comes the soft reply.

“Good fucking girl.” Leaning forward, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. Her mouth is still sweet from brushing her teeth. She’s so quick to open for me. I love that shit. Groaning, I lose myself in the delicate kiss she gifts me. Soft sips of lips move into heavy tangles of tongues and damn if she doesn’t have me regretting my mission. Settling over her, I nestle into the heated wetness of her soft pussy. The head of my dick spills pre-cum in amounts so copious I may as well have a full nut.

Pulling back, marveling at the sight of our juices smeared together, making her fat pussy look glazed is enough to make me quit if I were a weaker man.

Still, I have a better idea.

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I leave the bed. Ignoring her anguished cry of having her climax denied, I go back to the bag.

Lyric is damn near vibrating from her need for release. “I have something special for you, wife.” I place two silver bullet vibes on her soft tummy.

Taking the lube, I slather them both. Watching her eyes round. “You will trust me to pleasure you in every space and in every way. Open for me, beautiful.”

“Hassan,” she pants with fear and eagerness. Her chest rising and falling like a hummingbird’s wings.

“Shh, I got you.” Focusing on my task, easing the vibrator into her slick pussy, I assure her.

“I know I haven’t taken your ass yet, but I need to train you for my dick first. Relax and push down.” As she presses down, I push the silver bullet in until she fully accepts it in her tight little hole.

“That motherfucker looks so pretty. Keep them open for me, sweet sparrow.”

She paints the most erotic picture with both her holes filled so beautifully. Legs trembling, she does as I ask. “You’re taking them so well.” Taking the phone I pull up the app, I move it to the second lowest setting. Her body arches as if she’s been hit by electricity for a hard second. Dropping back onto the duvet, she fucks the air, body dancing on the bed as she grinds against the sensations. Her arms strain against the binds as she uses them for leverage in her frenzy seeking bliss.

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