Page 29 of Taken By the Soldier
His expression has turned serious again. Does he desire me right now? Will he try to fuck me? Do I want him to?
I imagine him taking me from behind and my blood heats. That’s how it happened yesterday—he spanked me and then rammed into me from behind. It was a brutal joining, hard and merciless, but I’d wanted it, and I would be lying if I claimed I didn’t want it now.
The truth is, I want to feel him inside me.
Even though he just made me come, I can feel the stirrings of arousal between my thighs again, the growing wetness, the relentless ache.
He places a hand on my breast and traces my nipple, reminding me of the scolding he’d given me before ordering me to stand in the corner.
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s kissing me. Hard. He’s clutching my face and claiming my lips, delving his tongue into my mouth. I clutch the front of his shirt and kiss him back, shoving all the reasons I shouldn’t want him into the recesses of my brain.
I’ve been through hell, and so has he.
Is it so wrong if we find solace in one another?
Is it so wrong if I use him to assuage my loneliness?
When he’s holding me like this, I don’t feel that lonely anymore.
It’s nice to feel wanted, even if the person who wants me is a bossy Zasforran commander.
After a small eternity, he withdraws from the kiss and gives me a heated look that makes me melt. He pushes me off his lap and onto the bed, where he’s quick to arrange me on all fours.
My insides quiver and my pussy quakes. He plans to take me from behind again. I settle on my hands and knees and obediently part my thighs to his liking. The rustle of fabric reaches me, and I thrill at knowing he’s removing his clothes. I long to feel him close, skin to skin, as he pounds into me and claims me as his.
“Arch your back and lift that red bottom of yours even higher, wife,” he rasps out, and I’m fast to comply with the order.
The bed dips as he moves in behind me, and I glance over my shoulder just in time to see him stroking his huge, hard cock before he lines it up with my pussy. He grips my hips and I lower my head, pressing my forehead against a pillow. I grasp the covers and brace myself for the first plunge, knowing it’ll be hard and brutal. Knowing it might even hurt a bit.
Though he’s not touching my bottom hole, I still feel the phantom burn of the pressure. I can hardly fathom that he shoved a finger into my asshole, or that he wants to train me to accept his cockback there. When the time comes, will I be able to take it?
His hold on my hips tightens and he pushes his cock more firmly against my sopping wet entrance. Then he drives all the way inside, slamming into me with a force that takes my breath away.
Stars dance in my vision, and I feel increasingly lightheaded as he sets a punishing pace. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room, and his balls slap against me with every rapid plunge. I can’t move. I can barely take in enough air. All I can do is remain in place, on my hands and knees, as my strict Zasforran husband fucks me from behind.
Pleasure tightens in my core as the ecstasy builds. His balls keep hitting my clit just so, and it doesn’t take long before I’m crying out and fisting the covers as another orgasm claims me.Oh God. As the pleasure recedes in gradual waves, black spots dot my vision. I blink fast and try to look over my shoulder at Luka, but I don’t have the strength to lift my head.
He lasts longer than he did yesterday, so long that I start to feel sore. His plunges are deep and fast, and I don’t know how he’s still going at it.
Eventually, a growl rumbles from his chest and his cock pulses inside me until I feel his seed spurting into my depths. Some of his essence leaks out and spills down my thighs.
He slowly pulls out of my center and trails a hand over one of my ass cheeks. “You’re so beautiful to me right now, princess, with your red, punished bottom on display, your pussy swollen and soaking wet and well-fucked with my seed dripping out of it.”
He growls again, then boldly grasps my bottom and pulls my cheeks apart.
“And let’s not forget this adorable, puckering hole of yours, the way it clenches when you become nervous,” he says.
He brushes a finger down the seam of my buttocks, and I can’t help but tense my hole, even as I know he’s trying to provoke this response.
As he holds my cheeks wide apart, I feel the steady trickle of his seed escaping my pussy to run down my inner thighs. My face heats with shame because I can’t hide it from him. Fuck. I’m starting to feel like I can’t hide anything from him.
Does he really think I’m beautiful like this?
A minute later, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the huge, master bathroom. I lean my face against his chest as I fight to catch my breath and regain my senses. I keep waiting for my anger or frustration to reignite, but it doesn’t.
I feel strangely calm as he holds me close, at peace with myself and the world for the first time in a long time.
He starts the water and adds liquid soap, and the soothing scent of eucalyptus soon fills the bathroom. He tests the temperature of the water before placing me in the tub.
