Page 43 of Resurrect Me

My fingers fly up to the belt and scrape at it anxiously. “What are you doing? We’ve never done…”

“Sol is dead,” he murmurs and pushes me down to the ground. “You’ll have to answer to Lazaris now.”

I slip on the plastic but manage to get into the doggy position, just as he grabs my hair in one hand and pulls backward. My neck is wrenched back, and now I don’t know if I’m having fun anymore. My entire body is screaming for Aris to take me, to be inside of me, but my mind is telling me this is getting dangerous. Do I let him choke me with his fucking belt? Does he even know what he’s doing? Tears form in the corner of my eyes and slip down my cheeks. I’m covered in baby oil, and I can hardly hold myself up on this god damn plastic. I’m scared, but so turned on, and don’t know if I want to scream or run.

Then…I forget everything I was thinking as his hard length enters me, and slowly but firmly, he buries himself to the hilt in me. So deep, I can feel his cock deep in my stomach. I whimper and then scream. But he clamps a hand over my mouth and snarls at me, “you can’t fucking scream, Tacy. They’ll hear you.”

I bite his finger hard, drawing blood, and he pulls it away and slams his hand against my ass-cheek. Sending me reeling forward and onto the floor. I’m slipping and sliding and turn around to see Aris coming towards me. He’s sliding too. I let a laugh slip out.

I back all the way against the wall behind me. The belt is still hanging from my neck. The lamp flickers on and off. On and off.Casting an eerie glow over Aris as he crawls slowly towards me. His knee slips and he nearly goes down.

“You look fucking ridiculous, you know that?” I blurt out.

“Come here, I’m not fucking done with you,” he says and grabs me by the ankles. He pulls me down, and I slip onto my back.

I’m flat against the plastic, and the cold concrete floor, when Aris climbs on top of me, slick and oily, spreading my legs wide open with his hands. He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “be a good girl and let Daddy fucking destroy you.”

Then he gets on his knees, pushing up with one hand and clutching the belt with the other.

Before I can scream, he pulls the belt ever-so-slightly and enters me again, this time slamming his cock into me full-force. I groan in pleasure, but I’m also on the brink of pain. My back is still burning from the whipping he gave me, and now my pussy is full of him. I can feel him throbbing within me.

He begins pumping into me, slowly at first, then faster and harder with each thrust. The belt tightens around my throat and a rush of adrenaline surges through me. I close my eyes and try to hold on for dear life. Everything is blurry, hot, and wet. And it’s just me and Lazaris and the entire world can fuck off.

The belt clicks one more time as Aris’s cock hits that spot in me. And I can’t tell if I’m on the edge of an orgasm, or if I’m going to faint. Something inside of me tells me this is risky. That I shouldn’t be doing this. And that Aris is completely fucking unhinged.

I open my eyes and watch this god of a man fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. Like he’s never been inside of a woman before and never will be again. He rubs my clit with his thumbbut still clutches the belt in his other hand. I’m at the mercy of his grip. And of his dick. He has control over me. Complete and utter dominance. Would the safe word even work right now, if I dared to utter it?

Finally, Aris groans and his body tenses. He lets go of the belt and I suck in a breath of air, just as a tsunami of tingles washes over me, starting at the crown of my head, rushing over my sore, oily body and down to the tips of my toes. My pussy clamps down around his cock as Aris releases into me. I moan at the same time, “Aris!”

“Fuck, Tacy,” he grunts.

I don’t know how long we laid there like that. With my resurrected husband laying on top of me, slipping ever-so-slightly in the oil, panting and catching our breath. In silence. Until…a barrage of footsteps pounds down the hallway…heading directly towards us.

The door slams open and Clyde barges in. His eyes are wide, his hair wild as if he just ran a mile, and he pays no attention to the fact that we’re both naked and slick lying on the floor together.

“We found him!” Clyde shouts as he stands in the doorway.

“Jesus, Clyde, can’t you fucking knock?” Aris complains and grabs his clothes. He sits on the chair and pulls on his jeans. “Found who?”

“Join us at the table after you see your wife off. We found the fucking mole, Boss. The mother fucker who sold us out to The Org.”

Chapter 23

Tacy

“Who’s the mole?” I ask as Aris ushers me out the back door and to my car across the street. We’re both still reeling from our rendezvous in the interrogation room. At least I got a few snuggles and atta-girls before being rushed out.

“Shhh,” Aris shushes me and leads me by my hand. “You have to keep all of this quiet, Tacy. Please, Babydoll.”

I clamp my mouth shut and squeeze his hand in return. “Come on. You know you can trust me. We’ve been through Hell together.”

We make it to my car and Aris opens the door for me. “We’ve been through Hell and now look at us. We climbed out and all the way up to fucking Heaven.”

I turn and look into his eyes. The wind whips a strand of my hair into my face, and I spit the oily lock out of my mouth. “I’ll need a shower and shampoo before I pick up the kids.” I say and laugh.

“You don’t like being sticky and red-faced in car circle?”

I throw my arms around him and bury my face in his shirt. I breathe in his scent. “I don’t feel like we’re in heaven. We’re not together. You’re here. And I’m not.”

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