Page 75 of Savage Beauty

“Yes.” I sit up on my elbows. “I wanna makeyoubeg. You were such a dick to me when we were first married, trying to get me to debase myself and plead for your cock. It’s got to be my turn.” I pout, tilting my head. “C’mon. Spoil me.”

He stares at me. “Fucking right, I’ll spoil you. By the time I’m through, you’ll be ruined. Come dripping from every hole, aching, filthy.” He smirks. “But I always said I was willing to compromise. And, of course, that means my wife gets what she wants.” His hand steals under my sweater, and finding me braless, he pinches my nipple. “What do you want,zolotse?I’m at your service.”

I shiver as he tweaks my breast, sending sparks of pleasure to my core. “I don’t want to restrain you,” I say. “I want you to controlyourself. You did it before, and it was the hottest thing. Let me do what I want, and don’t touch me or move. Can you do that?”

“I can,” he replies, his voice determined. He’s undoubtedly rising to the challenge, so to speak; his paint-spattered jeans might split at the seams if he doesn’t strip soon. “But I have something for you first.”

I agree, and he reluctantly climbs off my prone body and retrieves a velvet bag from the closet. Inside is a teardrop of sea-green glass, topped off at the wide end with an ornate molding of a mermaid sitting on a rock.

“Is this fucking weird?” Sasha asks. “I bought it on a whim, but when I look at it now, it seems such an odd sentiment.”

I giggle. “We both know it’s a butt plug, Sasha. I won’t be keeping it on the mantel if that’s what you mean, but it’s beautiful.”

He grins. “Enjoy looking at it now because you won’t see it for long.” He sets the plug down beside me and reaches for my zipper. “Here’s the deal. Let me get that pussy and ass warmed up. You can enjoy your cock-teasing games until you take pity on me, or I get too fucking worked up to play nice anymore.” He tugs off my pants and underwear, throwing them on the floor. “And then I’m gonna fuck you everywhere and finish in your tight little asshole. Got it?”

He’s not really asking. I know damn well that my husband will make me pay for my teasing, andheknows that’s why I want to do it. There’s no way I’m getting out of this without being fucked ragged—that’s the whole point.

Sasha rolls me onto my front, pulling off my sweater as he does so. He strips quickly, and I look over my shoulder to watch as his thick cock springs free of its denim prison. It seems bigger than ever, dewy and glistening at the tip, and I lick my lips.

“Don’t you worry,” he says, kneeling behind me. He grabs my hips, hauling me onto all fours. “I’m happy to fuck your mouth because I know you love how I taste. But maybe another time.”

His breath is hot on my skin. In a swift movement, he licks me from clit to asshole, covering me in saliva, and I quiver with bliss. My pussy is primed for his attention, juicy, and already opening up to his touch.

“Hmm.” He slips his middle finger into my pussy, moaning with satisfaction as my inner walls squeeze it. “I think you’ve missed me. You’re so wet, and I’ve barely touched you.” He pumps his finger in and out firmly, and I push back, trying to force him deeper. He slaps my ass, then bites the flesh, making me squeal.

“Ow! Sasha, that hurts!”

He massages my stinging butt cheek. “Good. You gotta let me have these little things, my love.” He licks my asshole again, and I gasp. “It’s only because I can’t say no to you that I’m prepared to let you run the show.”

I feel the warmth of his spit as he works my tiny hole, getting it as wet as he can. “Spoiled,” he says between licks. “I spoil you too damn much. But I’ll never, ever stop.”

I’m beyond speech, my mouth a soundless void. The sensation is so intense and new. Sasha nudges the tip of his index finger into my sensitive asshole, and I drop my head and shoulders onto the bed, burying my face in my arm.

“Oh, Sasha. Go easy.”

“I’m gonna go real carefully,zolotse,” he says, his voice like velvet. “You’re doing so well. You relax now.” He begins moving both fingers, one in my ass and one in my pussy, and I roll my head, moaning.

It’s so good. I feel so full already, and he’s nowhere near done with me.

He picks up the plug with his free hand and reaches forward, brushing it against my cheek. “Open up,” he says. “Suck this. I’m dying to watch it disappear into your ass.”

I do as I’m told, and the cold glass slides smoothly over my tongue. He holds his fingers in place inside me, and I clutch at them with my strong muscles as he pushes the plug to the back of my throat. I gag, coughing, and he rewards me with a firm shove of his hand, forcing a cry from me and opening my throat wider. I heave in a breath as he wrenches the plug from my mouth, smiling with satisfaction at my streaming eyes.

“I’ll get you for that,” I gasp.

Sasha laughs and returns to his kneeling position behind me, removing his fingers from my holes. I groan in irritation, but the sound is cut off by the feel of the slick glass against my now-swollen asshole.

“Breathe out when I say so,” he commands. “This is going all the way in one push because you’re a brave girl, and you can take it.” He rubs me with the plug, teasing the tip into my smallest hole. “You’re a good girl, Josie.Mygood girl. Ready? Breathe out now.”

I blow the air out between my pursed lips and let it happen. The glass is cool and relentlessly hard, with no give at all, and it forges past the tight ring of muscle easily with Sasha’s guidance. He gives a throaty growl deep in his chest as the broadest part eases inside, and with a sudden release of tension, my asshole closes around the slim base.

Sasha is still for a moment, admiring the view of the glass mermaid peeking coyly from the valley of my butt. He slaps the plug, making it jiggle in my depths and lighting up nerves that have never been touched before.

“That’s fucking beautiful,” he says. “And now,moya zhena—a deal’s a deal. What are you gonna do to me?”

I gingerly change position, sitting on the edge of the bed. The plug is sothere, impossible to ignore, but the fullness feels incredible.

“Come and lie on your back,” I say, “with your hands under you.”

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