Page 72 of Bound to Him
“Make me,” I whispered, wriggling my toes at him.
He grabbed my foot and turned me onto my stomach, causing me to let out anoomph. I scrabbled at the bed, but he grabbed the waistband of the pants I was wearing and tugged, dragging them over my ass and down my legs. I kicked at him, and he laughed, jumping onto the bed and the back of my knees to keep me still.
I knew the moment he saw the underwear I was wearing because his breath hitched. I’d dug them out of one of the boxes Antoine had sent without Alton even noticing, and I couldn’t wait until he’d stripped me. Now that it was happening, excitement buzzed through me, landing in my balls. The lingerie I had on was black lace that curved over my asscheeks, but there was a wide hole cut out of the back, giving him access to my ass without taking them off.
“Fuck,” he grunted out, his palm sliding over my exposed crack.
“For you, husband.” I tilted my hips toward him.
“Mm.” He flicked a finger against a piece of skin that was visible in the hole, and I moaned. “So delicious. Mine. Fuck, I’m going to destroy your ass so you’ll only think about me for the rest of your life.”
I groaned at the dirty words slipping from his mouth and yanked at my shirt, ripping it off over my head. I threw it to the side. “Please.”
The sharp sting of a slap landed on my left asscheek, and I gasped, rocking forward. He grabbed my hips, dragging me back. “I need to punish you first. You went through my private collection of lingerie. It isn’t yours until I give it to you to put on your pretty little ass.”
“No,” I whined, humping against the bed. I was so hard it hurt, my cock stretching out the flimsy material. The tennis bracelet was heavy on my wrist, the only other item I was wearing other than my underwear.
“Yes.”
Another smack came down on my ass, harder and faster than the first, and I hissed. Pleasure and pain went to war inside me and I whimpered. My balls were already so heavy, and I just needed to come with him inside me.
“Dirty boy.” Hetskedat me, and this time when his hand came down he’d pulled one cheek away first, so the blow landed right over my hole. I shuddered and gasped, rocking forward. “Stealin’ pretty underwear, too. Such a shame.”
The friction of the bed wasn’t enough. The front of my underwear was already wet from my precum, and I’d stretched and played with my ass this morning in the shower, waiting for this moment. It’d been too long, and at this point I’d gone from being a virgin before our marriage, to wanting him to fuck me sideways.
Another three smacks and I was whimpering loudly, my knees shaking. “Please, husband. I want you.”
“You should’ve thought about that before confessing your crimes.” His laughter filled the room and was as intoxicating as the woodsy smell coming from him. He spread my cheeks and tapped my hole with his finger. “Lubed already? You really are a naughty boy. Is there still enough in there, I wonder? You deserved this.”
The mattress shifted, but I didn’t dare glance at him. I couldn’t give him a reason to drag out this spanking even longer than it was. I had a feeling this wasn’t a real punishment, though, and maybe I’d get a better one later, when we weren’t so desperate to fuck.
When he touched me again it was his thigh against mine, and I realized he was naked. Joy and need snaked their way through me, making my dick twitch.
“I should make you suffer,” he murmured into my ear.
“Yes. Yes, make me suffer. Not now, though.Please. Show me you still want me.” Something clicked inside me, a desperation that had the filter on my mouth disappearing. “Please show me how much you need to fuck me. Please, husband.”
He inhaled and his palm smoothed over my back and down my spine. He grabbed the lube beside me, and I inwardly celebrated as the lid clicked open. When his dick finally speared me apart, underwear still intact, my entire body shuddered.
Yes. This was exactly what I fucking wanted.
He was wide and perfect, stretching me open to accommodate his dick in all the best ways. He wasn’t sweet about it, the fucking hard and brutal, his fingers digging into the back of my neck as he shoved me face-first into the bed and drilled into me like he wanted me to remember the feel of him. I would. When this was all over, it would be hard to forget. The fear of the inevitable divorce was smooshed by the desire for him now.
I let him ram me until he was coming, jet after jet of cum filling my hole. When he was done, he reached into my lingerie and tugged me, and all it took was two strokes and the world exploded in stars.
It was by far the best orgasm I’d ever had, and I didn’t want this to end. I wasn’t sure I could let him go when April came around.
After he’d grabbed a cloth and cleaned us, we lay on our backs exhausted, with sweat gleaming on our skin. He looked hot like this, his chest rising and falling and his arms spread out across the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare. His muscles rippled, as if he was putting on a show for me, and I chuckled.
I smoothed my hand up his abs and over his pecs. “Is this for me?”
He grinned. “Only when you’re a good husband.”
I didn’t get to ask him what he meant because he sat up in the bed, his back against the headboard, and he grabbed me, throwing me over his lap. I let out an embarrassing yell of surprise, but it wasn’t as shameful as the sounds that left my mouth when his hand came down on my ass hard. This wasn’t the kind of spanking that would lead to sexy times. This was the serious punishment he’d been hinting at.
When his hand came down on my right cheek the strike was hard, and I hissed and wriggled against him. Even though he clearly wasn’t aiming for this to lead to more fucking, my cock didn’t get the memo because it was hard again already, poking at his thigh as if sayinghello.
“Do you remember your safeword?” he grunted out with a laugh as his palm came down over my crack. I rocked forward with a muttered curse.
