Page 37 of Marriage Ever After
“There’s no way that I’d think that was the end of the punishment, babe.”
Kash smiled something wicked and I stood there waiting for what he wanted to do next. Kash cocked a brow as he removed his tie first making sure that it was long enough, before he could say anything or order me to do a thing, I stretched my arms out as I waited for him to do what I knew would probably leave me sore in the best way. Kash playfully scoffed as he wrapped his light blue checkered tie around my wrist tight. I winced at the pain of it all, but I didn’t get a chance to truly relish in it because Kash wrapped a hand around my throat obscuring my airway. He narrowed his eyes as he squeezed a bit tighter and tighter seeing just when he fully had me in his full grasp. He cocked a brow; I knew that was a warning that things could get harsher if I didn’t obey him. I bit my lip for a moment challenging him but then I began breathing through my nose. If I wasn’t pregnant, then I would’ve pushed Kash as far as I could take him.
Kash got all up in my face,
“tell me, bunny… you like to push my buttons, don’t you? Lately, I’ve noticed something, you want to know what it is?”
I blinked.
“Yes, I would.”
Kash smirked.
“Hmm, earn it, slut.”
I knew that I was never the average girl, I had no problem admitting it even when it came to how Kash talked to me when he was being rude or was it called something else? I shuddered with anticipation because although I had a dirty mouth Kash’s mouth was full of words that would have him slapped by the average woman or maybe cursed out, it was Kash, he’d probably like it.
“How?”
I fluttered my brows for added measure and that smirk on his face became wicked, close to looking pure of evil intent along with the dark glint in his eyes; my baby, my everything so ready to hurt me, shame me and change life for me once more. He knew what I needed even before I needed and there’s nothing I can say to that because this was what I want.
Kash yanked me flush to his body, pulling me with such hard force that I stumbled into his body, yet he didn’t budge; my fucking hero. Before I could utter another word, Kash kissed me like he had lost his mind. He bit my lip, sucking on it causing me to feel like I was already losing my mind. The type of punishment that Kash was giving this time around was less physical and more of a mental thing. He was using my mind to break me causing me to yearn for him in such a way that I could still feel him when I straddled him and fucked him earlier in my office.
Kash and I had memories everywhere in the house but this was something else. This was a level that I was never going to want to be knocked down from. Kash let my mouth roughly go, as he let my body go much gentler than that.
“Walk,” he ordered me.
I turned on my heel walking passed everything as I made my way into our walk-in closet. I didn’t even stop for anything knowing that Kash was following me. I shuddered as I felt his hands on my waist while I put the code to our favorite place. When I entered, the room turned on glowing in dark blue instead of the neutral color that it was before. That wasn’t the only different thing, I noticed that the room, the stations, and our toys were rearranged.
“I like what you’ve done to the place,” I say to him.
“Good, now, you see that I got you a special throne for you. Take your clothes off and get situated there so I can properly remind you who the fuck I am Mila.”
Gooseflesh appeared on my body. This was the Kash that scared me at first because I thought he didn’t know when too much was too much. Now, I knew that he could not only stop himself, but he could also make it so painful, I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for a couple days, but I never hated it. I never thought him a monster, I thought of him as my savior, the only man that could ever change things for me in this world and he did.
I looked at what he called my throne. It was a special type of black leather bondage couch. The dip was just right that I didn’t need to lay down flat on it and it wouldn’t hurt our baby. I removed my dress, shoes and anything else that was getting in the way, I didn’t bother to put my hair up because in here, Kash loved pulling on it. When the last thing came off, I made my way to the couch, the blue light made the entire room seem less sinister and much more accepting as if I needed that.
I positioned myself in the chair as I was on my knees poking my ass out. Lately, Kash’s spanks hurt so much that tears came out of my eyes. He was pushing me to a new level, and I didn’t know where to go but up from here.
“I’m ready.”
“I didn’t fucking ask you now did I, my favorite whore?”
I smiled at his words. I loved how he became when we were in this room. If anyone wanted to meet the unaltered, raw version of Kash then they needed to come in here. This was Kash Emerson, the real man that I married. The one who just stepped up behind me and before I could do a thing slapped my exposed pussy so hard that I had to clutch the leather hard, my nails dug into the couch. I didn’t get a chance to say anything as Kash slid inside of me with no warning causing me to gasp crazily.
The surprise was from not knowing that he was going to do this. The crazy bit was that I was dripping wet the moment he tied my wrists together. There was no way for me to separate my hands, all I could do is hold on tight as Kash pounded into me. I felt like a rag doll, one who would be used over and over in an insane way. I felt my entire body as it shifted. There was nothing presentable about the way Kash was fucking me. He was taking me so raw that hot tears made their mark on my face. I had never felt such love from being fucked. It drove me out of my mind and the only thing I could do now was open my mouth screaming like a bitch in heat.
“Kash! Oh, fuck me! Fuck! I love you! Please, please, pleasssseeeeee,” I screamed out.
“What. Are. You. Begging. Me. For!” He pounded each word making me feel like his dick was ripping me apart.
“Cum, Kash, please fill me with your cum. I want to be your favorite whore again. Please!”
I was practically sobbing at this point for him to make my body see and feel who owns it. There was no other man’s cum but Kash’s for me. I didn’t want that, I wanted him.
“Shut the fuck up, slut. Take this dick like the good little slut that you are. Show me that you can at least take it even if you don’t deserve it. You think you deserve it? Tell me!” Kash bellowed as he speared through my entire body.
The friction of it all and the way that his magic fingers still found their way to my clit causing all types of reactions to come from me drove me wild.
