Page 60 of Coercion

She hesitates for a second and then she complies, those years of conditioning obviously kicking in, telling her to behave, to do as she’s told.

I toss the lube at her and it bounces off her thigh. “Get yourself nice and wet, it’ll feel better.”

She gulps, picking up the bottle and again, does exactly as instructed, squeezing a good amount onto her fingers before she runs them between her lips. Beside her, the toy is quietly vibrating, I know there are enough fancy options, but if this is a lesson, then my wife is going to learn my way, through repetition.

Practice makes perfect after all.

“Run it over yourself, you need to explore to start with,” I instruct.

She looks dubious, she looks more than a little unsettled but she does it, she runs the tip up and she jolts as the vibrator hits her clit. “Oh god.”

My lips curl at the tone of her voice. “That feels good, doesn’t it, Ruby?”

“Yes,” She sounds almost afraid, as if she’s regretting putting herself in this situation but it’s too late for remorse now. I’m not backing and down, and she’s not going anywhere until she performs.

“I’m going to watch as you fuck yourself.” I state.

She balks, shaking her head a little.

“You want to play games, Ruby, then we’ll play on my terms.”

“But,” She whimpers, staring once more at my groin with that hungry look in her eyes. “I wanted you…”

“You can’t have me, not right now.” I growl, feeling all the frustration of those words. “But you are going to do this, you’re going to give your husband what he wants, because you’re a good girl, aren’t you, Ruby?”

She nods again, so reluctantly, but I watch as she lifts the toy, as she adjusts it and as she slowly slides it into herself.

Her cunt sucks it in greedily, she moans, though I’m not sure if it’s in pleasure or something else.

Once it’s fully inside, she leaves it there, staring back at me like she’s unsure how to deal with the sensation of it.

“Slide it out,” I say, not giving her the reprieve she’s so desperately begging for with those beautiful, innocent looking eyes.

“Preston…”

I shake my head, not caring that I’m crossing a line, not caring that I’m meant to be a spectator in this, and I reach forward, taking the toy and yank it out.

She shudders, heaves, no doubt thinking that it’s done with, but I’m not even close to being done.

I push it back in, one hand holding her right thigh wide, forcing her to take it again.

She moans, arching her back, trying to find a comfortable angle but I’m too lost to care, this is my moment now, mine. I gave her a chance, I gave her the opportunity to take the easier route and yet all she did was keep begging for me like she expected any other outcome.

I start pumping it in and out, upping the speed, practically punishing her pussy. And all the while I’m staring down at her, seeing how wet she’s getting, seeing how red she’s turning, seeing the way her cunt keeps expanding around to meet the silicone.

My free hand reaches up, without thinking I slap her breast, making her yelp. If it were me inside her right now, I’d be devouring those breasts, letting her realise exactly who I am.

But I’m not meant to touch, am I? Not meant to taste.

Ruby is off limits to me, so fine, I’ll get her off the only way I can.

I pick up speed, fucking her pussy more mercilessly and she’s moaning, crying, responding in a way that tells me she’s enjoying it, even though on some level it hurts.

“That’s my good little wife,” I taunt, “Look at you, taking what I give you, enjoying it like you were made for me,”

She shudders, rocking her hips, and I can tell she’s getting close. Her cunt is so red, it’s practically pulsating.

“Preston,” She cries, digging her hands into the sheets like she needs some sort of anchor, “Preston, I…” Her words turn into a scream as she topples over and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever heard.