Page 34 of Deliria

“Tell me.” I snap.

She nods, turning her face away as her cheeks flame. “I need it.” She whispers.

Yeah, she does. She’s practically an addict now, I made sure of that. Between the medication and our little soirees, this wife of mine can’t get enough cock if she tried. I’ve trained her, conditioned her. It’s why she responded the way she did last night. Why her body still enjoyed being fucked, even though her mind wasn’t present for it.

I push myself into her, feeling how her cunt expands. As usual she’s wet. Soaking.

She lets out a moan, arching her back, proving that those words were not just that. She’s a greedy little whore, desperate for her next fix.

“Don’t worry.” I taunt as I start thrusting. “I’ll make sure you get it good.”

She grasps at the sheets as if she’s torn between fighting me off or not.

I grab her legs, yanking her until she’s half off the bed and slam into her harder and harder, all the while her cunt squelches, welcoming me in.

“You like this, don’t you?” I state as her face grows more flushed. “You like being used. You like being treated this way.”

I shove two fingers into her mouth, and she instantly gags. Whatever words she says are lost as her throat constricts.

My balls tighten, my own release takes me and I pour into her, filling her up.

She sags as if she thinks that’ll be the end. As if I’d stop there.

She likes degradation, and that’s what she’ll get.

I pull out, my cock already softening, and I drop to my knees, seeing my come leaking down her bruised red lips.

“You’ve had so much cock you can’t even keep your own husband’s seed in for a minute.” I sneer.

She sniffs, trying to move, and a quick slap to her cheek tells her to stay put.

I scoop some up, smearing it over her labia. She’s beautifully landscaped down there. I have the maids shave her on a near daily basis while she lies there, unconscious and oblivious. It’s not the most shaming thing to happen to her and for hygiene reasons, it is necessary.

“You haven’t come yet, wife.” I murmur. “It’s bad manners not to perform for your husband.”

“Alex…”

Her cry dies as I push three fingers into her, pushing my come back in.

Her legs jerk and she clenches her fists, but we both know she wants this. She always wants this.

“Little wife.” I taunt, stretching her, widening her. She may never give me an actual child, but I love the idea of her being full of my seed all the same. If this were a different life, if this had a different outcome, I would breed her. I’d pump her full of my offspring.

And what beautiful offspring we would have.

But it’s not to be. Not part of the plan.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask.

She nods, meeting my gaze, and her eyes are more than teary.

We both know I like the tears too. I like the way she cries, how she begs. She’s in so many ways the perfect wife. It’s a shame she won’t be mine forever. It’s a shame we won’t be given that.

“Beg for it.” I say. “Beg for your husband to finish you off.”

She arches her back, spreading her pale legs wider. “Please, please Alex. Please give me this.”

My lips curl into a half-smirk, half-smile. She’s so damn desperate, it’s adorable.

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