by Stasia Black
“That’s enough,” he barked, putting a knee on the bed and grabbing her wrists, wrenching them above her head and slamming them into the bed. “Stop this right now.”
“That’s right,” she breathed out, big, innocent blue eyes blinking up at him. “Punish me, Daddy. Punish your bad girl.”
For fuck’s sake.
“I’ll tie you to this bed if that’s what it takes,” he growled, “but you will tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“I need you. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. I need it all. Fuck all my holes. Marcus, please—” Her body writhed under his, her knee rubbing against his rock-hard cock. Like yesterday, but this time, he knew she had every intention of seeing her promise through.
He wanted to give in, to plunder her depths, to fuck her so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, to mark her as his—
But then her eyes flashed with a different fire. “If you don’t give it to me, I swear I will walk out this door, naked, and jump the first guy I see. But I will get a cock, any cock, in this cunt, within the hour.”
Raw fury and terror scrambled over one another in his guts. It was not something he’d ever felt before.
Marcus forced himself to let go of her and step back from the bed. She scrambled up as well, eyes flicking to the door like she might make good on her threat.
He casually moved in front of it as he slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. She tried to dart around him but his hand shot out, slamming the door shut.
“No, sweetheart.” He gave her a cruel smile. “You came to me. We do this my way.”
He grabbed her by the waist and felt her body melt into his touch. Which only pissed him the fuck off. Would she melt the same way if he was any other man? Would she squeal so good for a fucking stranger?
He forced her face-down on the bed and smacked her ass. She pushed her bottom up higher, inviting his touch.
“You’re a bad girl? You need discipline.”
“Yes, yes, please, Marcus—”
“Enough. I think you’ve said quite enough. Now keep your hands on the bed.” Marcus yanked his belt out of his slacks and doubled it up. He slid the leather across his palm.
Cora took a peek over her shoulder and he watched her eyes widen in excitement. I’ll die without it, she’d said. For whatever reason, she needed this. So much so, she’d take any fucking cock and lie to him about wanting him, trying to manipulate him into—
Leather cracked against her ass. He’d teach her a lesson, that was for sure. He’d teach her a lesson and they’d be done with this. But as soon as the blow landed, her back arched, followed by a little mewl of pleasure.
She sobbed out a sigh and snarled when Marcus paused too long. “Again! Give it to me again.”
Marcus paused. He’d been careful with his force, no matter how angry he was. But he hadn’t taken it easy on her, either. He swung again. The belt bit her bottom once, twice, a third time.
Cora tensed and melted into the bed with each strike momentarily before rising back up on her haunches and waving that lovely, now bright pink ass at him again.
When she next turned to look over her shoulder at him, tear tracks marked her cheeks and her brows were furrowed in need. “Please. Marcus. Can’t you see how much I need you?”
She looked helpless. Desperate. His beautiful wife. Literally on her knees.
Whatever was happening to her, she’d come to him. She’d been in need and come to her husband for help. As it should be.
A thud sounded as Marcus threw away the belt, dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her pussy.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He sounded awestruck because he was. He gripped her wriggling hips, forcing her to remain still as he dived in and began making a meal of her.
He’d never in all their time together seen her so drenched. Her wetness was sloppy on his five o’clock shadow. He could barely slurp down one mouthful before more of her juice spurted forth.
Cora raked the sheets, sobbing his name, “Marcus, Marcus,” her legs shaking on either side of his head as if an earthquake had struck, it’s epicenter at her pussy.
“No, no, it’s too much,” she moaned, writhing and thrusting against his mouth in contradiction of her words. “I can’t.”
“You will,” he growled. “You belong to me. You said so. You admitted it.” He didn’t care about the circumstances, he was fucking holding her to her admission. “So when I say cum, you cum. Now do it. Cum.”
She writhed, her climax hitting again and again, an unstoppable tide. It was fucking incredible to witness. Each crest seemed to bring her higher and higher. Her cries became higher and higher pitched until finally she was gasping out little high-pitched whimpers.
And Marcus’s cock had never been harder in his entire fucking life.
Marcus flipped her over and she grabbed his shoulders. He withdrew her hands and pinned her to the bed.
“You don’t touch me, not without permission.” At this point he wanted, no, needed her, with an insane vehemence that might even match her own. But he would remain in control. No matter the fact that his thighs shook with the need to thrust inside her.
More tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Marcus, please.”
Shifting forward, he thumbed away her tears. He couldn’t stop himself from tasting them. Her breasts arched outward as if that was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
“Bellissima,” he whispered, body tense with restraint. “If this is what you want...”
“It is. I need it. I need you. Now, Marcus, you have to—”
“Shh, Cora, cara, calm down. Let me be gentle—”
“I don’t want you to be gentle,” she shrieked. “I need it now, please, gods, please, Marcus. I need you now.”
His hand shot out and collared her neck. At the same time he shifted, angled his hips and slammed into her.
Cora’s eyes lit with ecstasy, her body seizing around him in orgasm.
“Is this what you want?” Marcus snapped his hips, forcing his cock deeper. She was tight, so fucking tight, but so wet that he slid right in. Made so perfectly for him. He hitched her legs up over his shoulders and bent her in half, hammering savagely.
“Marcus, yes. Fuck me harder.” She closed her eyes. Her cunt milked him, sucking him deeper as he groaned above her. “Harder, Marcus.”
It was good she kept saying his name. The thought that she might have gone and shared this with some other man—
He pulled out and thrust in again, hard. But as soon as he was rooted deep in her, his heart calmed.
“Cora. Mi amore. Ho bisogno di te.” My love. I need you. Could she not see what she did to him? How the two months apart had been hell on him?
“Marcus,” she whispered as shockwaves flowed through her. Gods, the way her pussy kept clamping on his cock—she was cumming non-stop, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Her hands scrabbled against the hard wall of his chest, fighting to bring him closer.
He let himself lay flush against her, coarse hair scratching her oversensitive nipples. “I’m here. I’m here. Baciami. Abbraciami.” Kiss me. Hold me.
His cock nudged deeper, sliding against her sensitive walls, and as his lips touched hers, the largest climax yet detonated. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Cora? Cora?”
After a moment of silence, she blinked again, mouth open and eyes wide like she’d seen a holy fucking vision or something.
“Cora,” he called again, cupping her cheek, smoothing her hair, almost frantic. “Cora?”
“I’m here,” she panted. Her gaze connected with his and she giggled. “I think I came so hard I passed out for a second.”
She reached up and dragged his head down, nuzzling his forehead against hers. She sounded a little more like herself. He was still inside her, filling her, and she clenched around him with a low groan.
He didn’t know whether to laugh, cum, or spank her ass again. This woman would be the death
of him. But he didn’t fucking care. He buried his hands in the back of her hair and kissed her hard. Their tongues tangled, Cora clawing at him.
“Will you take my ass now? Please, Marcus? I need to feel you everywhere.”
Marcus shook his head. Cumming so hard she passed out wasn’t fucking enough? “You were unconscious.” He sat up and pulled out of her.
She reached for him but he grabbed her wrists again to stop her. “Please, Marcus. Please fuck my ass.”
“And if I don’t, you’ll go get any random bastard off the street to assfuck you, is that right?” He’d never been so horny and so angry at the same time before.
She winced. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I took some sleeping medication and I think it’s making me act weird— But please, Marcus. I’m so empty.”
Sleeping medication? Marcus supposed he’d heard of people sleepwalking on sleep meds and maybe getting up in the middle of the night to eat a pint of ice cream. But this?
“I know it’s a lot to ask.” Cora looked pained. “But please, will you fuck my ass? Fill me up?”
Tears poured down her face. She was more herself but her need wasn’t any less. Her nipples were beaded so tight they looked like they could cut glass. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life. He knew the merest brush would set her off.
And she wanted him in her ass. His beautiful wife was begging for him to claim her completely.
He’d vowed he’d always see to her every need. He inhaled deeply. Her scent was thick in the air and his cock twitched, still wet with her juices.
In one swift movement, Marcus tumbled her over his hard thighs.
“You will never,” he punctuated his words with sharp smacks to her already pink rear, “ever, ever, touch another man ever again.”
He shoved his fingers into her pussy, making her buck. Her spine seized with another jaw-breaking climax before he slid his hand out and spread her ample slick over her asshole. He probed her ass, invading the tight ring of muscle with one, two, three fingers.
“You want my cock in your ass?” he demanded.
“Yes.” Her reply was muffled by the bed. Not good enough. He spanked her so hard she gasped.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” she shouted. “I want your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass, Marcus, please. Fuck my ass!”
For all his rough discipline, when he lined his cock up and started to invade her ass, he was exceedingly gentle.
His cock breached her tight hole in stages as she moaned into the comforter. This time Marcus was afraid his eyes would roll back in his head.
So. Tight.
So fucking tight. They’d done this only once before, the night before she’d left and he’d lived off those memories for so many lonely nights—
She flexed, clenching on him and he lost his damn breath. He was trying to keep in control, he really was. But gods, she was testing him. Having his perfect, innocent little wife whimpering and thrusting her hips against the bed, searching for friction while he fucked her all-but-virgin ass—he almost came right there on the spot.
But no. Fuck no. He was gonna draw this out. She might have demanded it, but he was gonna make sure they squeezed every pleasurable drop out of this claiming.
Once he was fully seated, the hair on his chest brushed her back and he wrapped a strong arm around her middle.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, barely managing to keep his voice measured.
“This is what I wanted.” She reached down and caressed his thigh, and looked back at him over her shoulder. “You’re so strong. All that power, sometimes I can feel it, you know? How you’re barely keeping it inside. Barely keeping it on a leash.” She squeezed his thigh, a line appearing between her brows. “But you don’t have to. Not with me.”
“I’m yours, Marcus.” Her blue eyes were crystal clear as she admitted the truth. “I always will be. You know it and I know it. So claim what’s yours and don’t hold back.”
Her words flipped a switch. She was his. She was his and she trusted him completely. He propped himself up with his fists on either side of her hips. With a roar, he did as she asked. He stopped holding back.
He thrust his hips forward, pounding her into the sheets, filling her. When her knees buckled, he wrapped an arm around her waist, fingers seeking her clit. She screamed and bucked back against him, mouth slack as her entire body—including her ass—clenched and spasmed with her orgasm.
Oh gods, so tight. His wife. His. Fucking his. Forever. Electricity rolled down his spine, but still he drove into her, his thrusts growing harder and wilder. His weight drove her hips into the bed, her raw pussy stuttering orgasm after orgasm until she was sobbing and writhing on the bed.
“Mia moglie. Sono pazzo di te.” My wife. I’m crazy for you. Gentle words as his body was anything but.
He’d never known passion like this in his life. Never knew it could exist. Never knew he could love anyone or anything so much. So fucking much.
He held her body cemented to his as his hips thrust more violently than ever, her sweat and his and her slick all mixed up together and soaking the bed.
“Cum,” he shouted. “One last time. Cum with me.”
His huge palm massaged her swollen pussy, fingers sawing in and out of her as he filled her up from behind. She screamed out as Marcus’s orgasm tore through him.
His cum filled her, dripping from her ass as he pulled out, joining the already wet sheets.
His gorgeous wife had never been more perfect than when she smiled up at him, a blissful grin on her face, finally satiated.
“Thank you,” she rolled to her side, reaching blindly for him. He collapsed beside her.
Her fingers traced his face, his jaw, the blade of his nose, his eyebrows, up to his forehead. She smoothed the lines there. He sighed and let his cheek rest in her palm.
“I’ve missed this.” She stole the words right out of his mouth.
But before he could ask her why she left or demand any answers, her eyes had fallen closed and she was gently snoring.
Sixteen
Cora woke up to a splitting headache. Ugh. She clutched her head with both hands and moaned.
Gods, what was that racket? She fumbled around on the nightstand and frowned, really opening her eyes this time.
What the—? She wasn’t in her apartment.
She knifed up into a sitting position. Ow! She grabbed her head again. Okay, okay, no sharp movements. Got it. But what the hell? She’d never gotten migraines before.
She looked around. Where the hell was she?
Then it all came rushing back. The dream.
Because that’s all it had been, right? That’s all it ever was. Dreams. She shifted and winced at the soreness in her…in her bum.
Shit! Not a dream.
That meant— Cora swiveled, looking this way and that. She was in a bedroom, decorated in cool, masculine tones.
No, no, no.
She got to her feet, wincing again, and walked slightly bowlegged to the door. She pushed it open and peeked her head out.
“Hello?” she called.
No response but the noise that had woken her up sounded again. Her cell phone ringing. She all but jumped out of her skin at the noise. “Crap!” She shrieked, hand to her chest as she made her way back towards the nightstand by the bed.
She frowned as she picked up her phone. According to her muddy recollection, she’d shown up at Marcus’s door in nothing more than a sheet. So how did her cell phone get here?
She touched the button to answer the call. “Hello?”
“You up, sleeping beauty?”
Marcus’s voice. He sounded like he was smiling. Cora sank back down onto the bed. She missed the sound of Marcus when he was happy.
“Yeah,” she said tentatively.
“Good,” he said. “You feeling okay?”
Cora blinked, a thousand thoughts shooting through her head. No, I have a headache from hell and for some reason I
can’t explain, I think I sorta came by your place last night accidently and screwed your brains out, had about a gazillion orgasms and begged you to fuck my backside, but ya know, apart from that…
“Yeah,” she said instead. “Feeling good. A little tired.”
Marcus chuckled and her toes curled hearing the noise. Why did he always have to sound so damn sexy?
“I bet.”
Cora felt her cheeks heat to about a thousand degrees. “Is there a reason you’re calling?”
“As a matter-of-fact, there is,” he said, continuing to sound amused. But then he sobered. “The mayor’s schedule has been reshuffled due to a ribbon-cutting of some sort, but he can still see you. The meeting has been moved to 9:30 instead of 11:00.”
Cora’s eyes shot to the clock on the nightstand. “It’s already a quarter after eight!” she shrieked, jumping to her feet. She had no idea what she looked like, but considering last night’s activities, she didn’t even want to imagine.
“That’s why I’m calling. I had to step out to deal with some unresolved business—” he definitely sounded less than pleased about the fact “—but I’ll be by in half an hour to pick you up. We’ll debrief in the car on the way.”
“Half an hour?” she squeaked. “But I have to go shower. I have to do my hair. And makeup. And— Shit!”
“Calm down, baby. We got this. Now hop to it, see you in 30.”
“Right.” She reminded herself that she’d offered to help, convinced him to accept her help. She couldn’t start bitching about it now.
“Oh, and put on some clothes before you leave the bedroom.” With that he hung up the phone.
And Cora commenced freaking out about how in the world she would be able to get ready in time. She was meeting with the mayor. The mayor. He was in Marcus’s pocket, or at least he used to be, but still, he was one of the most powerful men in the city.
Cora threw on one of Marcus’s shirts and hurried out of his apartment. Rushing, she threw open the door to hers, and stopped short with a scream when she saw a man in all black sitting on her couch.