Page 25 of Toxic

She’s changed shampoos since we were together but says nothing. She’s not surprised that I have her products.

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t provide what you needed?” I answer the question she doesn’t ask. “But I’m not really that to you am I, Taylor?”

“Hisashi—” she cuts off when my hands tighten in her hair harder than they need to.

“Don’t fucking speak, little bitch.” My teeth clench so hard. My erection gets harder at her gasps. I trained her well. Easing my grip in I begin to massage her hair, washing away sweat but none of the anxiety.

“Turn around.” Tilting her head back into the spray I rinse her hair. Adding conditioner, I work it though her thick curls, allowing her tresses to drink in the emollients.

“Bathe me.” Stepping back, I give her the room to get a loofah. She lathers it with my soap. Watching as she inhales familiarizing herself with the scent she once loved on me, I tilt my head trying to figure out the emotions playing across her face. I recognize it as one as a boon companion these many years — longing. Rage gathers around my being drawing me taut. No. She doesn’t get to feel that let alone express it. Not after what she did. Broken promises. Lies. Disappearing like a wraith. Broken vows. Betrayal.

She reaches out with the loofah. I snatch her wrist watching as she winces, watching as it falls from her fingers.

“Use your hands, like a good concubine.” Nodding she swallows, stepping back briefly to pump more soap into her hand. Rising to her tiptoes, she lathers my neck, shoulders, then chest.

Refusing to move, I force her to move around me washing my back. She kneels moving to my thighs. She comes back to the front doing the front calves working her way up to my dick. She takes me in hand washing my dick in firm strokes sliding my sensitive foreskin back exposing my head dripping with precum. She steps closer circling my middle slipping her hands between my ass to clean me there.

“Fuck,” I mutter, stepping out of her reach and under the spray dismayed at how quickly she got control of the situation.

“Finish. I’ll await you in the room.” I don’t bother looking her way. If I do my plans would fall to ruin because I’d only end up fucking her. I need a moment to get myself together.

I feel like I’ve run a marathon by the time I reach the room. I moisturize my body using the time I know she’s detangling her hair to calm my raging libido.

Making sure she has everything she needs ensures she doesn’t take that long. Her curvy little body is smaller than when we met but her belly still has a sexy curve, her hips round out to support her bountiful ass in a way that has me salivating. Big breasts tip with flat nipples I can’t wait to suck to hard points sway with a natural sag.

“On the bed.” My voice is hard and my dick is no less so as it juts past my navel. Her eyes widen with fear probably recalling how much it hurt when I took her pussy all those years ago. I know she’s not had any lovers. I’ve seen to it myself.

I almost relish in telling her, how her need to fuck could have led to the untimely demise of her would be lovers if she dared to break her vows.

I’m feeling a little generous just thinking about it, so I don’t get too upset when she takes more time than necessary getting in the bed.

She lies down like a corpse which I’m not the least disturbed by as I circle the bed. Her hands are in tight little fists balled at her sides. Legs melded together like keeping them fused together will save her from me slapping her pussy the ten times I promised.

She did an amazing job making her body gleam so prettily for me, the smell of the vanilla-rose body butter creates a Pavlovian response in me. Come drips from my dick.

“Not yet. Punish the little slut first,”my monster whispers, clamoring to come forth.

Climbing onto the bed, I resist the urge to straddle her head and fuck her face. Instead, I move between her legs spreading them wide.

“Such a fat, pretty ass pussy for such a bad girl.” Reaching down I press my finger against her clit, already protruding from its hood. Slick with her nectar, it’s slippery and begging to besucked. She arches like a ballerina on pointe into my touch. She should be scared. She rides my hand instead.

“A bad disobedient, little bitch,” I snarl, drawing back slapping her pussy.

“Hisashi,” she screams, her body undulating with pain and pleasure.

“A lying, needy little slut,” I growl, adding two more swats to her plump mound.

“Ohmygoodness,” she arches away, her pussy glistening, weeping with want.

Who am I to deny her? Orhim?

“No running from me. Take your punishment like a good girl,” soothingly I urge. Smoothing the sting away. As soon as she relaxes into my touch, I give her five hard swats in succession. Tears leak from her eyes and wetness seeps from her pussy. My hand is drenched. Bringing my hand to my mouth, I slowly lick her essence from palm to fingertips. Taking my time meeting her glassy gaze, I dip each into my mouth, sucking her delectable juices from my fingers. I feel come rushing to my head. “Fuck,” I growl, biting back a groan. I missed this.

Rage comes at what she’s denied us. Reaching between her legs, I play with her pussy, making her squirm against my fingers as I ruthlessly bring her close, then closer still. She’s right on the precipice when I say cruelly, “So easy, so quick to come for a man you ran from.”

Before she can respond, I slap her pussy right on her quivering clit. Hot spurts of her girl come douse my hand. Plunging two fingers into her tight hole, I press into her G-spot finger, fucking her into another drenching orgasm.

“Ahh,” she screams unable to form words, her breath catching, her body seizing as I manipulate her into another orgasm.

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