Page 42 of Dangerous Vengeance

"Tell me you want it."

"I want you to fuck me, Matty, oh god, fuck me..."

"Who are you?"

"I'm yours..."

"No one else's?"

"No one else's..." She's panting now, her eyes glazed over. I've never seen a woman cum so many times before.

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you..."

"Fuck, Natalie..." I grip her waist and keep pounding away.

"Oh, I'm coming... oh fuck... yes, now." Natalie is loud, loud enough for the entire house to hear just how badly she wants me and exactly who she is to me. I bet Brewster is in the hallway beating off to just the sound of her voice. "Oh, god... oh fuck..."

"Cum, baby..." I thrust into her again and again as she gushes around my cock, and I feel my own orgasm boiling up. I want to pull out, I want to shoot my load all over her pussy, but I can't stop fucking her. I want to fill her with my cum, I want her to know that this is my pussy, my body, my wife and I want everyone in this house to know who she belongs to.

She is panting and moaning and we're both covered in sweat. I thrust into her a few more times, feeling the head of my cock beginning to twitch, the cum rising up through my shaft.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby... Gonna fill that tight pussy with my cum..."

"Yes... Please... Fill my pussy..." I grip her hips with both hands, and I thrust one more time and feel the cum rush up and fill her, gushing out around my dick and flooding her. It drains out as I slow my thrusts. Her body calms, glistening with sweat.

I pull out and stare down at her pussy. I'm leaking cum and her juices are all over my cock and balls and my stomach. She crawls up beside me and lays down carefully, resting a hand on my stomach. Three days ago, I’d have been in excruciating pain. Today, this is just what the doctor ordered.

“I mean it, Matvey…” I love when she says my name like that. “I love you, and I will not tell a soul what I know.”

“I believe you.” I wrap an arm around her and pull her in. I have zero doubt in my mind that she will do as she says now. She saw the folly of her ways, running from me when I am the only person in the world who can hold back the fires of hell. “But if you ever run from me again, it will be my bullet that ends you.”

She doesn’t bristle at my words or even tense up. She is full herself now, at ease in my embrace and I enjoy that. “If I ever run from you again, it will be when that whip is in your hand and my pussy is dripping with your cum.” She kisses my chest and then lightly touches my bandage. “Did it hurt?”

“Yes.” There is no point in denying it. Though, I don’t know what hurt more, her running from me or that bullet. “Very much.” I sigh and grab her wrist, keeping her hand from my skin. “But I’d do it again and again if it meant that you were here in my arms with me.”

She is silent as I lay her hand on my stomach. We lay there for a few minutes like that. Brewster returns and she doesn’t even blink. Her grip on me is firm, her body glued to mine. Brewster covers us with a blanket and checks my vitals. Natalie remains in her position nestled in my side. This is the way it should be, the two of us like this. Nothing in the world will ever stop this union again.

When he leaves, I feel fatigued. I shut my eyes, and she holds me while I fall asleep, and even deep in my slumber, when she tries to move, I am there, pinning her to my body. She is mine and no one is taking her from me, not even her.

25

NATALIE

Isquirm and gasp as the whip comes down on me over and over again. Matty has been back at full strength for a month now and it’s the best it’s ever been. My arms, stretched across the table and handcuffed to the legs, ache with strain. The rubber ball in my mouth, held there with a leather strap wrapped around my head, gives me something to bite down on with each blow. My pussy drips for him.

“Mmm,” I growl, not able to actually speak. He smacks my pussy and I wince and crave more.

“You like that, Nat? Want me to smack your pussy again? You bad little vixen…” He’s so fucking hot. Ass-naked and hard as a rock, he pulls me harder toward the edge of the table until his body rests between my thighs. He grinds his dick against my entrance and then buries himself into me. Each thrust is magic, hitting my back wall in time with the slaps of his hand on my outer thigh.

I’ve already come twice, but I feel the third one building deep in my groin. I’ve never experienced such euphoria. I strain against the cuffs wishing I could claw his hips and pull him deeper, but all that manages to do is move me farther away from him and he has to pull me back. He fucks me so hard the table scoots across the marble floors, grinding and squeaking.

“Ggg, mmmm,” I groan, clenching around his girth. This is so fucking hot, and the fact that he has the video camera set up to record this so we can watch it play back later is even hotter.

His body slams into mine and I accept every inch of him. My body tenses, milking him and I shudder with a third release as he brings me to completion yet again. I’m spasming and jerking as he fills me, his hot load spewing into my body. I love it, the feeling of him filling me and draining out. I could do this every day for the rest of my life, and maybe I will. He told me last night that I was marrying him and I didn’t protest.

“Well…” Another male voice in the room startles me, but it isn’t altogether intrusive. Remembering how that vet walked in on me and Matty when he was on his sickbed arouses me. Matty finishes his thrusts and pulls out, and I feel his cum dribble out of me. I’m spread eagle on the dining room table and there is nothing I can do but lie here and turn my head to see who walked in.

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