Page 88 of Coercion

I nod quickly, even though I want to argue more.

It might not matter to him, it might not seem of importance, but this was my family’s legacy, my inheritance by all accounts, and it’s being stolen. Again.

He picks me up and I squeal as he carries me back up the stairs.

In the bathroom, he turns the shower on, before he practically tears my clothes from my body and shoves me inside.

The water is freezing, it makes me physically shiver as it hits me but within seconds it warms up enough that I don’t mind.Besides, my nipples are now seriously hard and I like the way Preston is staring at them.

“I’m dirty.” He comments. “Clean me, wife, and if you do a good job I’ll reward that pretty mouth of yours.”

Preston

Icould tell her. I know I could.

But in my head it seems more logical to keep things as they are. Besides, I won’t get her hopes up and then see them dashed.

She’s too fragile for that, she’s too broken.

I want to do this the right way, I want to tell her when it’s complete, when we’ve won. I want to take her hand and see the joy in her eyes when she realises all of her inheritance is being returned, that every wrong that was done has been punished.

So I keep my mouth shut, keep my thoughts to myself and enjoy as my wife starts scrubbing my skin, worshipping mewith such devotion and for the first time, I have no conflicting thoughts, no fear that anyone will take her from me.

She is finally mine, and soon, I’m going to make her a queen.

She sinks to her knees, her wide, begging eyes staring up at me, and though I’ve imagined this moment over and over, nothing prepares me for the beauty of it as she parts her lips, and slowly, delicately, she slides me over her tongue.

My hands find her hair. I don’t mean to grip so hard but I know it’s hurting as I start driving myself further and further down her perfect little throat, desperately seeking my climax. I can hear her gagging. I can see her tears streaming down her cheeks, mingling with the spray of the shower but I don’t give a fuck.

She isn’t actually fighting me, she isn’t giving any signals that she wants me to stop.

And besides, from what I can tell, Ruby has never had a cock in her mouth before so I’m going to teach her exactly how to take me, exactly how I like it.

I pin her in, one hand pressed against the tiles, forcing her to arch her back as I pick up my pace.

She looks so damn good on her knees. Too good. Now that I’ve had her like this, I’ll want her like this all the time.

She gasps, grabbing hold of my arse to try and anchor herself.

“You can take it.” I growl, still giving no mercy. She will take it, she will take every thrust, every gag, she will swallow me down and choke like the good little wife I’m making of her.

When I finally come, I roar out, pouring my come down her throat and like the good girl that she is she swallows it. Not that I give her much of a choice.

She slumps back, her tits heaving as she stares up at me but I don’t let her get her breath before I yank her up, wrap her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs.

“Oh fuck, Preston,” She shrieks.

I can’t reply. I can’t say anything, and nor do I want to. I’m too busy eating the life out of her cunt, devouring her. It takes barely a minute before she starts writhing, gasping, falling apart for me.

With one hand, I reach up, grabbing her by the throat, and I hold her in place as I force her to come.

She screams out. Her legs tighten around my own neck, and she rides my face as she seeks more pleasure.

When I put her down, she’s so unsteady I have to hold her to me so that her legs don’t collapse.

“Preston,” She breathes. Her nails dig into my skin, her head is resting against my chest.

I hold her still, but my hand wraps around her stomach, and though I should let her have a moment, I can’t wait, I just can’t.

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