“Spread your legs.”
She gulps loudly at my words and she spreads them a little.
“Wider.”
Closing her eyes, she does what I say. Her pussy is glisten with wetness. I lean down between her legs, wrapping them around my shoulders. I want to get a little taste. Ever since I ate her pussy on our wedding night, it’s all I think about. I can’t get her sweet moans out of my head. She’s like a siren, calling to me.
“Look down at me,” I order. “Do not take your eyes off me.”
She nods and her nipples are hard, and her body is flush. I place my lips on her clit and I use my tongue to lick in circles.
“D-Devious. Please stop.”
She places her hands on my shoulders, tries to push. Grabbing her hand, I twist it away.
“You can hate me all you want, but your pussy tastes good no matter how you feel about me.”
“I don’t want you touching me.” She moans her words and she moves her hips face fucking me. Her back arches and her juices wet my chin.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she says, then she tightens her legs around my shoulders as she cums all over my tongue.
“Your mind doesn’t want me owning you, but your body does. You hate I get your pussy wet, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear and her face turns pale as a sheet of paper. I lick my lips as I unzip my pants.
“Are you thirsty?” I ask, unbuckling my belt and dropping my underwear and pants.
She doesn’t respond but stares at my engorged dick.
“It’s either a yes sir or no sir.” Her arousal is still on my lips.
She shakes her head. “No sir.”
“To fucking bad, because you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum.”
“I do—”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ve been wanting to test drive this sexy mouth of yours.” I rub my fingers along her pink plump lips.
I grip my dick, pressing the tip against her soft lips. Shaking her head, she snaps her eyes shut. “Open your fucking mouth, Roselyn. You bite my dick and I’ll snap your neck.” Tears spring in her eyes. That’s right baby, cry me a bucket of tears. She does what I say as I grab the back of her head and push hard. She chokes and gags on my dick, but I don’t care. I won’t stop until she swallows every drop of my cum. She digs her nails into my thigh, trying to push away, but I hold the back of her head as my hips move forwards. Her wet tongue feels good and her throat is so tight. Spit dribbles down her chin and the head of my dick tingles as I shoot my cum down her throat. Sliding my dick out of her mouth, she coughs loud and sobs uncontrollably. Her tears don’t do shit to me, but get my dick hard.
“Keep crying and I’ll fuck your tight pussy.”
I slide my pants over my hips, zipping my pants, looping my belt. I toss the cotton black shirt and a pair of sweatpants at her. If I decide to keep her as my pet, I’m going to make her wear all the expensive clothes Marla picked out for her.
Shame clogs her face and she glares at me like I’m a monster. Good, if she fears me then I can control and manipulate her.
My assault should teach her a lesson not to betray her husband.
We head back to the dungeon and she walks into the cell and I turn on my heels. Dried up tears clings to her puffy face.
“Are you going to kill me?” Worry strikes her soft voice.
“Maybe, I will or maybe I won’t.” I shrug. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Her bottom lips tremble at my words and I close the glass door, heading to the elevator.
Devious
A WEEK GOES BY AND I haven’t seen Roselyn since I face fucked her. I figured I’ll leave her in the cell, so she’ll think about not betraying me again.
A guard opens up the steel door, and Matteo stands up from the glass desk. He offers his hand and I shake it, patting him on the back.
“Devious. Sit,” he says. There is a hint of an Italian accent in his voice. I sit in the metal chair and glance around the office. The last time I was here, he didn’t have pictures of his wife, Jasmine, or his daughter, Luna, on his desk. The office is industrial style, clean and neat, with a wet bar sitting next to the window overlooking the empty dance floor.
“What brings you to my side of the fence?” He opens a leather case of expensive cigars, then offers me one, and I shake my head.
“First thing first. Congratulations on the newborn. How is Jasmine?” I cross my leg over my thigh.
They got married last year, and he’s been with her for three years.
“She’s good, thanks to you. Her health is doing a lot better. She can’t thank you enough for the heart.” His smile is genuine. Matteo asked me to find Jasmine a heart on the black market. She almost died two years ago from heart failure. To end the feud between both our famiglias, I bought the heart for him. “You want a glass of whiskey?”
I nod. “Bourbon.”
He gets up from the desk, strolls to the mini bar and grabs two crystal glasses. The sound of the whiskey being poured fills the silence. He gives me my drink, and I down the brown liquor, letting the beverage burn my throat.
“Congratulations on the wedding,” he murmurs, crossing his right foot over his left before sipping his drink. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Jasmine was in the hospital giving birth to Luna.”
“Thank you,” I tell him. “I understand.”
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