Page 61 of Coercion

My wife, my woman, screaming for me.

I know I could ease off, could let her ride out this orgasm but that’s not who I am, I’m not kind, I’m not gentle, I’m not the kind of man who buys flowers and chocolates and has romantic candlelight dinners.

I’m a monster, a beast, and I need my wife to understand that.

I want her to crave it, to crave all the dark fucked up parts of me. To love those parts, to relish them as much as I do.

So I show her no mercy, I keep fucking her, keeping shoving that vibrator so deep into her cunt as she’s writhing and trying to get away.

“You’ll take what I give.” I snap, holding her down, delighting in the way I can manipulate her body.

She’s full on sobbing but I can’t tell if that’s simply the after effects of coming so hard and still being so close to the edge.

I guess there’s only one way to find out, isn’t there…

I leave the toy where it is, buried right to the hilt and, with my spare hand, I spread her labia wide. As my thumb brushes her exposed clit, she whimpers.

“I can’t…” She pleads, trying to close her legs like that would stop me. “I can’t…”

“Oh, but you will,” I reply, smacking her thigh to force them back open. “This is a lesson, remember,” I circle her clit, starting gently enough. She’s so over-sensitised that it takes barely a second before I can see her rocking her hips, desperately seeking more, as she bites down on her lip.

Turns out my wifeisa whore for me. “That’s my good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her the best way I know.

She whimpers, she grinds, she’s so covered in sweat that beads of it are trickling down her skin, pooling between her breasts. I lean down, snaking my tongue up to lap it up, it’s not as sweet as her pussy but she still tastes divine.

When she comes again, her muscles contract so hard she pushes the vibrator out and it pops onto the sheets. God, what would it feel like to have that around my cock? To truly experience her coming like that?

I’m so tempted to do it, to pull my dick free and to just fuck her.

But that was the point of this, wasn’t it? To be able to play while not technically breaking the rules.

I palm my cock, wondering if a bullet to the head would be worth the pleasure of it, but I know Nico, if I cross this line it won’t be a quick death, it won’t be pain free.

He’ll make me pay for disobeying an order, and rightly so.

“Fuck,” I groan, feeling my dick weeping. I want to shove it down her throat so badly, I want to have her choking on me while I’m punishing her pussy but that’s an impossible dream.

A reality I’ll never be granted.

Anger flashes through me, I pinch her clit, not to be nasty, not to be mean, but it feels like I’m the one taking all the shit right now, I’m the one suffering while Ruby lays here, enjoying every second, blissfully unaware of the consequences.

She gasps, but that hit of pain seems to do something, I see it in her eyes, I see the way she likes it, my wife doesn’t want soft either, she enjoys being used, she enjoys me dominating her.

I pinch her clit again, holding my fingers together to keep the pressure. She shudders, arching her back, squirming like it’s getting her off.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I say, before I can think.

And she is, lying like this, fully splayed out for me to look my fill, with her cunt dripping and her skin flushed, she’s a literal goddess.

Her hands reach for me, she grabs hold of my dick, and she pulls it free from my boxers. Once more she’s careful of the piercings and I wonder if they intimidate her, maybe that’s something to work on, showing her how she can pleasure me, after all, that’s notmetouchingheris it?

Technically that’s within the rules too.

She’s not being shy right now, she’s not being cautious, she’s jerking me off, almost desperately panting as if she needs me to come right this very second.

I pick up the vibrator, start fucking her once more with it, matching my speed to hers like we’re now in a race, both us hurtling towards our end.

Only, she’s already come twice. She’s had her reprieve. I deserve a little attention, I deserve a little thanks for my efforts.