Page 128 of Broken Souls

“Just open the door then, love. Let me at least watch.” My cock is so damn hard. The taste of her is still on my lips, and I’m craving my own release.

“Fuck...I’m going...to come…” she moans.

I rattle the door again.

“Let me lick your pussy while you ride the toy,” I say. I undo the button of my pants and pull down the zipper. I wrap my fingers around my cock as her breaths pick up in pitch and pace. “I could take your ass at the same time.”

My hand slides down the hard length of me. I hiss in a breath as my cock jumps; it’s too damn sensitive. I’m not going to last long at all. “Let me fill you with my cum, baby.”

“No.” Her voice is sharp, final. “If you want to fuck me tonight, you can’t come now.”

My hand stills. “What?”

“I didn’t fucking stutter.”

My teeth clench. I pump my cock in my hand one last time, then release it with great effort. “Fine. But open the door.”

“No.”

She scratches her nails into the wood, using it to brace herself as she fucks the dildo faster. I can hear her wet pussy sliding up and down it, the harshness of her breathing as it picks up. I can even sense the quick beat of her heart, and I know in another few seconds she’s going to orgasm all over something that isn’t me.

Fucking.

Hel.

I’m going to tear that godsdamn dildo to pieces as soon as she opens this door.

She isn’t trying to stay quiet now. Her cries are loud, and she’s banging on the door. I squat down and press my palm against this side of it so I can connect us at least in one way. The vibrations move through my arm as she hits it one last time, and I just know her legs are shaking.

She screams, and the only fucking relief I get is she calls out my name.

Groaning, I lean against the door as my cock throbs in pain, my own orgasm so fucking close. “Fuck, baby, let me hold you,” I rasp.

She doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her breathing hard, her head leaning on the other side of the door.

Closing my eyes, I fight the urge to reach a hand down to my cock. I want to slide inside her tonight. I want to make love to her as my wife. I just want to fucking hold her and know that we will be okay.

When the door opens, I rock back on my heels, my knees on the floor in front of me. She stands above me in her white reception dress, the wet pink dildo in her hands. Fuck, she looks every inch a goddess.Mygoddess. The one I will spend the rest of my life worshiping even if all she wants to do is smite me down.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” I rasp.

Her cheeks heat as she blinks in shy embarrassment. She shuffles from foot to foot for a second, and I know she’s trying to build courage for whatever it is she wants to do.

She had that same nervousness when she stood on stage in the karaoke bar. When she tried to buckle the collar around my neck. Its weight is suddenly prominent on me, and pink or not, utterly feminine or not, I will wear her mark with pride.

I am the property of Micha fucking Shadow.

She takes a small step forward so she’s standing right in front of me, her feet between my spread knees. Then she raises the dildo to my lips, and I open my mouth without hesitation, craving the taste of her in any way I can get it.

Her lips part as she watches me. She breathes heavily, her eyes hot with a building need. I want to reach out and grab her, to exchange the dildo in my mouth for the lips of her pussy. But I know she isn’t ready yet. She needs to have full control of the situation. She doesn’t trust me anymore.

So I will do nothing but sit here and hold her gaze while I suck the taste of her off a dildo I’m so godsdamn fucking jealous of.

“Varius…” she breathes. But then she blinks and shakes her head. Forcing a smile, she pulls the dildo from my lips and waves it around awkwardly. “You know, you bought a lot of toys, but I didn’t see a strap-on in there.”

My eyes narrow. “No.”

“Even if I –”