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She nods; big brown eyes sharply winged to perfect daggers. “Three… two… One.” She rasps and we pull together. She was right. He wasn’t screwed in, which I find peculiar. And he doesn’t weigh as much as I thought he would. Although Iam glad Jonas has pushed me to lift heavier with him during our workouts, and I know having Raven helping me tug this large motherfucker is making it easier but now there’s one more problem. He’s hangingoutsideof the tower, just a few inches shy of reaching the ramp. Shit.
“Raven, I don’t know if I can hold him alone.”
“Sorry!” She exclaims quickly before climbing the stone edge again and pulls him as much as she can, guiding him to the edge of the ramp as I slowly let go of the rope inch by inch, groaning at the burn of the muscles in my back, tightening my core and flexing my quads, driving my heels into the stone floors as much as I can. We get him to the slope and I’m fucking shaking when she comes back to me, grabbing a hold of the rope and we once again, slowly but surely, lower George completely into the wagon.
Panting, I slink down to my ass against the stone wall and try to catch my breath. She slinks next to me. “I… am going to… spank you… until you’re raw.” I rasp.
She leans over and places a kiss on my cheek. “Fair,” she sighs happily, chest heaving. Then, she starts giggling, laughing so hard she snorts and falls on my chest.
I look at George, tucked safely into the goddamn buggy, and groan, sputtering out a laugh. “Jesus Christ, woman. Do you know how much I love you?”
She nods; lips still spread in a cheshire-like grin and bites her bottom lip. “I love you, too.”
Our laughter subsides. “Oh, fuck,” I grunt. “How are we going to get him down the stairs?”
We hear a sigh from the archway leading to the stairs. “Mrs. Monroe.”
Raven stiffens beside me and all the color drains from her face. We face Officer Truitt; one of the campus police.
“We told you we would have the gargoyle ready for you to pick up in the morning. I was just coming up here to make sure the coast was clear before the crew came up to dismount it.”
I deadpan to my wife. “Youpurchasedhim?”
Very, very slowly, Raven nods.
Georgeis safely tucked into a rental car, this evening now turning into a full weekend stay in Boston. I had to make my own detour and stop at a shop so I can both punish and reward Raven.
Reward her for not keeping me in the dark, and for actually purchasing the goddamn gargoyle, but punish her for pranking me.
Currently, her hands are tied to her ankles, ass up, plugged, and her hide is red and hot to the touch. Although now, she has a gag in her mouth. Her sweet, puffy cunt is dripping, creaming down her trembling inner thighs as I use the vibrator on her clit. I’ve been edging her for only forty minutes but the sight of her so fucking needy and the sounds of her muffled moans are causing a type of delirium it seems only she is capable of causing.
Torment. Rut.Feast. Punish.
I gently tug the vibrating plug, deliver three more blows to her cheeks then shove my fingers into her already well lubricated hole. The one calling to me to fuck. To breed. Toclaimfrom the inside.
Rut.
There is no need for words, no need for me to ask her if she recognizes that what she did was wrong. No matter that she called it a ‘bonding-exercise'.
Well, I hope she’s enjoyingmykind of ‘bonding exercise.’
Rut.
Cock jutting out before me, so hard from the view of seeing my dark angel bound with red handprints on her ass, pink pussy puffy and creaming, hair a mess and mouth gagged. I notch myself at her sopping wet entrance and plunge every fucking centimeter of my dick into her grasping, velvet heat stretching around my girth until I hit a wall. Through clenched teeth I groan involuntarily, the sound a growl that's been ripped from my chest. I stiffen as she screams into her gag and I refuse to move.
An unbearable raw sensation courses through my body silencing everything but the beast inside.
Rut. Feast. Take. Claim.
She tries; oh, my sirentriesto move but I clamp my hands on her fleshy hips and grip so tight my nails bite into her skin so deep, her flesh dimples around it. I love her remorselessly. “No. Siren. You were already bad. Do not make this worse.” I warn her. In this position, she’s nothing more than an available hole for me to fuck. To use and abuse as I see fit. All terms she enthusiastically agreed to prior. My perfect wife.
I drag my hips back and push forward roughly until I disappear into her completely and my balls hit her clit. I keep my eyes on the view of that sensitive pink skin gripping me on every draw back, the white stripe of her cream already accumulating at the base of my shaft and fuck, fuck, fuck into her, smacking her ass with each thrust, raking my nails down her back, shoving my thumbs into the small dimples in her lower spine and
Rut. Rut. Rut.
Her cries turn into sweet, broken, breathless mews, causing shivers to race between my shoulder blades and down my spine, licking at my balls like flickering flames.
“Do you deserve to come?” I rasp.
