Page 60 of Hale's Pawn
Ainslee cries out, her skin turning a light shade of red. I lick my lips. I’m not really sure that I cared for this kind of play, but it’s turning her on, and that makes me so fucking horny. I can’t deny how charged the energy is in here.
Ainslee looks at me as I drop the crop and rip at her flimsy shorts. I dip my head down, making love to her pussy. I pull away for a second, “Fuck! How are you this wet, baby? Have you not had enough?” I taunt her as I nip at her clit.
Ainslee moans her yes, agreeing that she’s had enough, and that makes me chuckle because we’ve just gotten started. I move away from her, getting off the bed. I remove my sweats, dropping them to the floor. I rip off the mask, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and I grab the blindfold. I move back in between her legs and slip the blindfold over her face. “I want you to store my touch, my kiss, and the way I make your body go up in flames because baby, I’m so deep inside you that even when I’m not fucking you, you feel it. You feel it right now. I’m going to break you so good, you’ll wonder why you ever had walls up to begin with.” I kiss down her body, licking and sucking, leaving marks in places that are visible and not visible. I want everyone to see just how much I fuck her and fucking love to fuck her.
Ainslee shudders. I reach out for the buttplug and lube it up. I play with her puckered hole and Ainslee trusts me as I slip the butt-plug in. She relaxes. I smile when I notice that it's a vibrating one. I press the button and it hums low. “Please…” Ainslee begs.
“What are you begging me for, baby? Be clear,” I tease.
“Fuck me,” she says with that same authority she used when she first met me. It turns me the fuck on.
“No, no, no, Ains. No can do.” I grab the feather and I trace it over her body while I slip my fingers inside her wetness. Ainslee moans louder as I finger-fuck her. I move the feather down to her clit, lightly caressing her. I see the build-up and when she’s close to cumming, so, so close, I stop. I tsk. “You were so close, babe. Too close.”
“Fuck you,” Ainslee grits through her teeth.
I laugh hard. “Oh yeah?” I say and I can feel the crackle in the air. I lean in and slip inside her roughly. Ainslee sucks in so much air, I’m surprised she’s not coughing. I hold her body down, placing my hand around her throat. I fuck her as hard as she likes, not giving her any reprieve.
Throughout the night,I tease Ainslee like a man with a purpose and a mission. I let her sleep, then I get a little bit of shut eye myself. I wake up and eat her out to wake her up, just to have her crying out for that orgasm that isn’t coming. After she settles, I fuck her, denying myself an orgasm as well to build anticipation. Now that the sun is creeping up, I let her out of the cuffs as she sleeps, but her body goes super alert the moment I remove the buttplug. She hoarsely moans again. I don’t eat her out this time, instead I pull her into my arms and I lift her leg. I slip into her forever wet core and I lazily fuck her, knowing nothing can be accomplished like this. “Please, stop doing this to me,” Ainslee cries out, close to sobbing.
I chuckle, kissing her shoulder. “That’s not what I want to hear, Bug. That isn’t how lessons are learned,” I whisper as I bite her shoulder. “But I will give you one thing, something so simple, so tender, you’ll have no choice but to forgive me for this.” I flip us and she’s on her stomach as I fuck her. She can’t move because she’s basically subdued. “Have I broken you yet, Ainslee, Like I told you I would?”
Ainslee moans her ‘fuck you’ to me and I lean in, kissing her hard. Ainslee kisses me back hard, biting on my lip, wanting to inflict the pain on me of not cumming all night. After I pull away, I lean into the crook of her neck, giving her a bit of my weight. “I was going to let you cum, but I see you forgot about that attitude that I like to fuck out of you. Remember, baby, I love you,” I say and then I fuck her right back to sleep, this time so rough and hard that when she cums, she passes the fuck out. It’s a talent, truly.
I cum and collapse right beside her. I pull her close to me, her back to my front, not even bothering with properly pulling out. I drift off right after her. My wife will be the end of me. I swear.
When I come to, Ainslee is not in my arms. Instead, she’s far away from me. She’s halfway hanging off the bed while her hair is everywhere. Some of it has matted to her face while she sleeps on her stomach. Fuck. She’s beautiful. I get out of bed and go use the bathroom. I make sure to put on my boxers so there’s a barrier between us and I’ll let her rest. I come back into the room and look through Ainslee’s makeup stuff. I grab a small face towel and go wet it. I come back and move her hair out of her face. I wipe her face and give her a quick kiss on her forehead. I discard the face towel in the bathroom and climb back into bed. I reach out and I grab her ass cheek, squeezing it tight. I groan as she flinches, but nothing else. I turn and pull her close to me again. Ainslee groans, “Five more minutes.”
I smirk but then I get a little panicky because I worry I took it too far. “You okay, Bug?” I move her hair out of her face and try to move it all out of her face. “Wake up for a minute. Talk to me, Ainslee.”
Ainslee slowly opens one eye, then the next. She gives me a smile. “I love you so much.” She leans in and gives me a kiss on my lips, then my cheek, and lastly, my neck. She lazily kisses my neck a couple of times, then nips at it.
“You want more? Are you trying to die, Ainslee?” I ask genuinely out of concern.
“No, I don’t want to die,” she says as she’s falling back asleep. Sort of like she doesn’t even know what she’s saying. “I just want…” Ainslee knocks out again.
I don’t know what triggers it but I laugh so hard, yet this doesn’t wake her up at all. I feel bad for her and proud at the same time that I knocked her slick-talking self out. I reward her by moving her to lay on top of me. Ainslee groans as her body automatically moves up my body and I know what she wants to do. I grab one of her hands and slip her fingers into my hair. Her whole body relaxes and she’s definitely out. I rub her back in a circular motion and my mind thinks of a million different things because I’m definitely not going back to sleep now. There’s a knock on my door a little while later. “Come in,” I say.
Jagger strolls in, in sweatpants and a shirt. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for a run. I’ve got all this energy now and I think a run will do me some good.” He looks at Ainslee and chuckles. “So, this is how you’re tortured every night? She doesn’t even need a separate bed, you are the bed.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “I know. Anyway, yeah, I’ll join you. Let me freshen up.” I move Ainslee off me and when I sit up in bed, I feel her arms around me.
“She’s very clingy in her sleep,” Jagger says and I laugh, shaking my head.
“Yeah, she doesn’t realize that she does it, and if I brought it up when she’s awake, she’d deny it, so I just leave her be.”
“Does she do this every single time you get out of bed?” Jagger asks, amused as hell.
“Yeah, it’s funny how I’m so used to it that I slowly get out of bed. Watch,” I say and I demonstrate as I slowly remove her arm from around my waist. I kiss the palm of her hand a couple of times and it goes slack. I put her back in bed and wrap her around like a burrito, just to piss her off later. “She’s going to be so pissed when she wakes up.”
“Petty,” Jagger chuckles as he walks out, knowing I’ll be there in a bit.
I look at Ainslee one more time, I guess Mikonos won’t have to spar with her after all.
AINSLEE
I wake up in a shocked state. I roll around, trying to get out of the damn burrito that Oran has put me in. This is not the first time he’s done it. I should punch him so he will stop. I roll back and forth until I fall off the bed and finally get out of it. I groan as my body finally wakes up and lets me know that I am in a world of pure, blissful pain. I groan as I get up. That beast of a man made me shut the hell up and didn’t let me sleep. I make my way to the bathroom, not even bothering to check my phone. I’ll do that later. If there was anything important, I would have been notified by Mikos. I take a shower for a good while and wash my hair as well. Oran has managed to fuck with my hair too. It’s all over the place.
After my shower, I apply lotion and get dressed, wearing my white ribbed fleece shorts with a matching bralette, topped with one of Oran’s t-shirts. I dry my hair and it looks freaking insane. I put it in a high ponytail and honestly, I don’t bother spending time on my hair, I’m too lazy. I slowly pad out of the room and follow the noise downstairs. When I get there, I notice it must be movie night. All three are watching a movie that if I paid attention, I would know. I move over to the couch next to Oran and he slowly looks at me. “You haven’t learned to say hi to me, have you?” he says.
