Page 38 of The Wraith & Her Killer

She needs her breath taken away.

In the weeks since I found her again, I’ve come to realize that while Odessa is fully here with me, wanting to live forme, it hasn’t stopped her from craving riding the edge of life and death. It’s something that’s been ingrained into her very essence, and instead of letting her feel ashamed for the way she craves it, I’ve found a way to help her satiate that side of her.

Breath play during sex has quickly become her vice when she gets that desire to feel adrift. It forces her into a state of bliss and if it brings her happiness while I also get to bury myself inside of her one way or another, I’ll always oblige.

Gripping each side of her jaw gently with both hands, I lock onto her deep mocha eyes, making sure she’s actually seeing and hearing me.

“Deep breath,” I command, and she obeys, sucking in a sharp inhale through her nose. I swipe at the tears now rolling down her cheeks from choking on my cock and quickly suck them from each digit before cupping her face again. “That’s a good littlewife,” I croon, incapable of wiping the sadistic grin from my face, “because that’s the last one you’ll get until I’m ready to release you.”

I surge forward, pressing my cock so deep into her throat that I feel the moment it fully suppresses her tongue and takes her breath away. I don’t let up when I take over, fucking into her mouth at a punishing pace, remembering that she’d tried to take her own pleasure into her own hands, without me. With Rune and Calix under the same roof, hearing her moans.

I watch her closely as I fuck her face, tears falling uncontrollably and saliva running down her chin and coating her perky tits. Her face is reddening and I know she’s struggling for air by the way her nails are biting into my thighs hard enough to draw blood. She humsaround me, and I groan at the vibration as it shoots pleasure directly down my spine and settles deep in my balls.

I hiss the moment I feel her break the skin on my thighs. My cock pulses inside of her mouth at the shot of pain that mixes with pleasure, threatening to make me spill all that I am inside of her.

While I quite enjoy using her like this, I’ve developed a new addiction, and oftentimes I find that I don’t want to come down her throat. Not all the time, at least. I fucking love watching every drop of my seed leak from her swollen, sated pussy, only to fuck it right back inside of her. The feral beast within me roars with the knowledge that she’ll be walking around with a part of me still very much buried inside of her.

Especially for the little surprise I have for her later.

I thrust deep into her mouth again, her tongue twitching against the bottom of my cock in hunger, and I watch and wait, biting my fucking cheek to stave off the desire to come down her throat from the messy, erotic sight of her body trembling beneath me.

Just before she starts to turn a deeper shade of red and her muscles start to relax, I release myself from the confines of her throat and pull all the way out. She coughs and sputters before inhaling a deep breath, and her head hangs down for a moment but I won’t let her relax.

I bend down and lift her up from under her arms until she’s standing on wobbly legs. I leave her there for only a moment while I ditch my bloody jeans and shirt.

“No time to rest,wife,” I say, bending down to her level to place a tender kiss to her lips before biting the lower one hard enough to make her wince. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I pull her into the closet and dress her in my favorite outfit. One of my black button downs and no panties beneath. I can tell she’s fucking frustrated because neither of us has come yet, but that’ll be remedied shortly.

“Adris,” she snips when I grab her by the wrist and quickly escort us through the halls until we reach a room on the far side of thehouse, the door a thick steel. The only way in is through a code and fingerprint scanner. “What the hell is this? It’s not exactly how I imagined welcoming you home,” she mutters under her breath. It has me turning back to her with a smug look that I’m sure she’d love to just slap right off of my face.

“So you imagined how you’d welcome me home, Wraith?”

Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of crimson and she chews on the inside of her cheek, looking suddenly shy. “Maybe,” she mutters. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Mm,” I hum, bending down to nip at her lip when she turns to glare at me again. “Hold onto whatever that warm welcome was. You can do whatever the fuck you had planned after I show you your suprise.”

“Surprise?” Her brows furrow when she sees my grin morph from something playful to full-blown evil. “Your surprises can induce fucking heart attacks, Adris.”

“I think you’ll like this one. Turn around for me, and bend over against the door,” I murmur, and instantly, she obeys.

“How so?” she asks over her shoulder, watching as I produce a toy from my pocket. I pull it from the packaging and press it to her entrance. She jumps at the touch of the cool silicone.

“Adris, what?—”

Her argument dies in her lips when I swat her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Stay still.”

She’s so fucking wet for me already, so I’m able to slide the internal vibrator into her with zero resistance. She whimpers when it settles into place, and I make sure that the stimulator on the outside is pressed firmly against her clit.

“What is that?” Her question is breathy when she looks at me over her shoulder, dark eyes full of curiosity.

I give her my sadistic grin, ignoring her question and gesturing to the door when the red light on the panel turns green and a heavy lock clicks. “You’ll see. Shall we?”

PART TWO

What the fuck?

I ignore the object he just placed inside of my pussy and turn to my psychotichusband, who’s just grinning like a kid in a candy store. He looks so fucking proud right now and I’m just gobsmacked.

---