Page 119 of Captured Fantasy

Late that night, we left the mansion still full of drunk and disorderly partygoers. I drove her to the outskirts of the city, my hand tangled in hers in the dark car, and pulled up outside a rental house by the river. When I helped her out, she exhaled with relief. I stood back by the car and watched her walk across the yard, mist rising from the river, looking like a siren in her dress.

“Cosimo, come on,” she urged.

I shook my head, beckoning her.

She obeyed, looking up at me with perfect trust in her burning eyes. “What is it that you want, husband?”

“You told me you wanted anal the night I edged you and I denied you,” I said. “But tonight, if you still want it, I’ll give it to you.”

There was a long silence and she stepped closer, moonlight glinting off her face. Her hands came up, cradling my face, pulling me down to her mouth. She tasted like pure intoxication and it went right up my spine to my brain.

“I want you to take me,” she breathed. “In every way you can.”

“Tell me your colors.”

“Red.”

“What for?”

“For stop.”

“Yellow?”

“I’m reaching my limit.”

“Green?”

She smiled. “Fuck me harder, daddy.”

I picked her up and strode down the walkway and into the house. She clung to me, her slender arms wrapped around my neck, as I carried her up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor. The door was open and our bags were already laid out. The lights were turned down low and there was a fake fire glittering in the hearth.

I laid her down on the bed and climbed atop her, taking in my wife. It had taken us far too long to get to this moment and I wasn’t about to stand on ceremony. Especially after she’d denied me for weeks on end.

“How much do you want this dress?” I murmured into her throat.

Her breath caught as my fingers traced the neckline. “You’re in charge,” she whispered.

I took both sides of the V into my fists and she gasped as I tore it easily down her torso, revealing her perfect body. Her breasts heaved beneath the transparent lace, her pink and brown nipples tightening into hard, little buds.

I bent, running my tongue over the edge of her bra, sucking her nipple into my mouth through the thin fabric. Her naked hips arced, grinding up against my leg.

I slid my hand between us, finding the plug. I worked it slowly inside her and she moaned, whimpering between her teeth.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Mrs. Barone,” I told her. “Then I’ll clean you up and fuck your pussy. Come inside you and finish the ceremony from today.”

Her pupils dilated. “Does fucking my ass not count as consummation?”

“I’ll fuck all three of your holes tonight, just to cover my bases.”

Before she could respond, I flipped her onto her stomach and pulled the remnants of her dress from her body. She gave a sharp cry as my palm contacted her ass. I watched, entranced as she worked her perfect pussy against the bed, desperate for some friction between her thighs. Then I put a stop to it because she had no business trying to get herself off—that was my job.

Her bra was tied with a white ribbon instead of a clasp. I put my knees on either side of her and attempted to untie it, but it held fast. A little shiver went through her body as I tore it in two. She was limp and compliant as I lifted her just enough to slide the ruined garment from her breasts.

I kneaded her ass and lower back, my other hand buried in her hair, keeping her flat on her stomach. She moaned, deep in her throat, and the plug twitched as she pulsed. Fuck, that was where my cock should be right now.

My God, she had me jealous of a toy.

I parted her thighs, lifting her onto her knees, and pressing soft kisses onto her inner thighs. She shivered with each contact as I moved up. I couldn’t help myself and I swiped my tongue over her pussy, growling as her taste blossomed on my tongue. I took the end of the plug in my teeth and she gasped, her spine going straight. Working slowly, I pulled it from her and spat it to the side.

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