Page 36 of Poisoned Vows

The bathroom door clicks open, and I realize how long I’ve been lying here, stroking my cock while fantasizing about taking my new bride away. It should set off a ping of alarm—I’ve never focused so much on any woman for so long—but that thought isn’t anywhere near the forefront of my mind right now. Whatison my mind is the gorgeous picture of my new bride stepping out of the bathroom, a thick robe belted tightly around her—and the way her eyes go wide when she sees me jerking off.

“What are you doing?” Her voice isn’t as snappish as before, but she sounds shocked. “What the fuck—”

“You’re too sore to take my cock again.” Something about the sentence sends another jolt through me, and my hand spasms around the stiff length. “But I’m hard, and I need to come. So either come over here and put your pretty mouth on it, or let me finish.”

Her lips part, but I know it’s not to come over here and suck my cock. She won’t willingly do that yet.

“I could order you to do it.” I slide my hand up, squeezing the head as she stares at me. Her shocked gaze watching me stroke myself, increases the pleasure, and I grit my teeth, suddenly wanting to last longer. “I could tell you to come kneel between my legs and use those pretty lips to get me off and swallow my cum. But you were such a good girl tonight—”

I run my hand slowly down the straining length, letting her see it. “You took my cock so well. So I’ll have some mercy on you and finish like this instead.”

She swallows hard. I see her throat move, andgod,I want to be fucking buried inside of it. I reach down, cupping my balls, showing off for her a little—and she starts to turn to flee back into the bathroom.

“Oh no, you don’t.” The words come out a little more strangled than I’d like them to. I’m close to the edge, pre-cum sliding down my cock as I stroke, and I’m battling back the climax until I’m ready for it. “Come here,krolik.”

“You said—”

“I’m not going to fuck you or make you suck me. But you’re going to watch.” I pat the bed next to me, my hand sliding down to the base of my shaft and holding myself there stiffly. “You’re going to see exactly what you do to me.”

She hesitates, and I narrow my eyes at her. “Now, Lilliana,” I growl, and something about the use of her name propels her forward.

She doesn’t take off the robe as she climbs into bed next to me, and I’d known she wouldn’t. My hand slides over my length again, and I know I’m not going to make it much longer.

I roll over, getting up on my knees as I reach for the tie of her robe. Her lips part to argue with me, and I shake my head.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” I repeat. “But I’m going to look at what’s mine.”

She wants me to think she hates me. Maybe she does. Maybe she justbelievesshe does. But I see the fine tremor that goes through her when I say that.

My hand moves over my cock, quick and fast, driving me towards the climax that I can’t hold back any longer. I spread her robe open, looking at the pale expanse of her perfect body in front of me. I rock forward on my knees, my cockhead flaring as my balls tighten, and I feel myself about to come.

“Nikolai, no—” she exclaims as she realizes what I’m about to do, but there’s no stopping it now.

I groan, a deep, pleasurable sound as cum spurts from my cock, landing hotly across her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs. My hand jerks and stutters over it, my breath coming in sharp gasps as I paint her skin with my cum. As the last drops pearl from the tip, I lean over her, nudging the head between her folds and against her clit as I rub my cock clean on her pussy.

“You fucking—” She’s trembling with rage now; I can see it in her face. “I just fucking showered!”

She starts to get up again, but this time when I pin her arm to the bed, I mean it. There’s something about her that’s awakened a raw possessiveness in me that I’ve never felt before, and I know what I want right now.

She’s not going to tell me no.

“You’re going to stay right here,” I tell her, my voice low and dark. “You’re going to sleep covered in my cum, little rabbit. My pretty wife, next to me, with my cum marking her skin. You can shower in the morning—if you’re a good girl.”

The look in her eyes is murderous once again. But I think she knows just how serious I am—or doesn’t want to test the limits of what happens if she defies me—because she swallows hard and doesn’t move.

I slide back in bed next to her, feeling as if I can finally fall asleep as I switch off the light. “Good night,krolik,” I murmur as I lay back next to her, but she doesn’t make a sound, nor does she move.

The shape of her name is on my lips as I fall asleep.

Lilliana

Iwake up to a knock at the door and the sound of a voice calling out that there’s room service waiting.

My entire body feels stiff and sore, the ache between my thighs magnified. My skin feels taut and sticky, and I don’t realize why at first, until the last events of the evening before come rushing back to me, and I clutch the sheet to my chest, realizing someone is about to come into the room while I’m still naked in bed, covered in my new husband’s cum.

That new husband is getting up, reaching for his boxers as he walks casually in front of me, nude and rock-hard. His cock tents the fabric as he slips them on, and I stare at him, horrified.

“You’re going to answer the door like that?”

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