Page 16 of Darkest Craving

WOLFGANG

W hen my wife brings her hand to her back and unzips her dress willingly, a hum of satisfaction leaves my throat.

Satisfaction, and no surprise. Because I understood from the moment I laid eyes on her that there was more to Victoria than she let on.

Under her feisty demeanor, her submission keeps trying to come out. It calls out to the darkest parts of me, begging to be taken, used, and stripped of control.

I was never going to leave her alone on our wedding night.

All I did was lay the choice in front of her and watch as her body betrayed her.

A little disappointment. A little longing.

She wanted me to stay, even if she wasn’t ready to say it.

I wasn’t sure, but after this… I know. And I fucking love it.

I help her stand, and with her delicate, trembling hands, she slides the straps off her shoulders, the dress pooling at our feet beneath her half-naked body.

When I look down at her, her round breasts and pink, pointy nipples stare back.

I can only imagine how her shaved pussy throbs behind the soaked layer of her panties.

My cock hardens at the sight of my wife, at the breathy sound of her nervousness.

It’s practically painful at this point, and there’s no way in hell I’m not spending the night hearing her moan in my ear while I fuck her raw.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” she confesses.

I trail my knuckles down her abdomen, raking my eyes over everything that’s mine. Goosebumps pebble her skin in the wake of my touch, showing me how much it affects her.

“All you have to do, love, is listen to my voice and do as I say. Can you do that for me?”

She nods softly, and I step in toward her, making her instinctively retreat. Then another step, and another, until the backs of her thighs collide with the edge of the bed.

A subtle frown confirms the small conflict inside her. She wants this, but she’s hellbent on hating me at the same time. Fair enough. Though it will be hard to hate me when I’m caressing her sweet little cunt.

Still, she takes a seat, her gaze never leaving mine. She’s on my sheets now, stretching herself back like a cat as I lean above her. She’s the only pale thing in the mass of dark colors, and she looks soft, and warm, and inviting.

More importantly, she looks like she’s mine.

“What will you do to me?” Her voice is timid, void of her usual bite.

I fondle her clit through her panties. “Whatever I want.”

Her lips part as if to say something, but a breathy moan slips past them instead. Her eyelids fall closed, and a rosy color blooms on her cheeks. I love how easy to read she is—I can see it all over her pretty face.

Hooking my fingers behind the seam of her panties, I pull them to the side, revealing a glistening pussy. Christ . She’s drenched, and I barely even touched her. My mouth waters.

I press my thumb to her slit, gliding it up and down without applying much pressure. Her back arches, and she mewls, chasing the high I’m denying her. More and more of her arousal coats my skin, making a wet, ticking sound as I smear it all over her soft flesh.

My middle finger slides down to her entrance, entering her easily to the first knuckle.

I hold her there, wrapped around me, feeling her pulse and warmth in her tight channel.

She writhes, slowly and subtly, but nonetheless, she writhes, rubbing herself on me as best she can.

I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it.

“Wolf…”

“I know, love, I know…”

I pull my finger out with more of her arousal, dragging her panties down her thighs until she’s naked before me. Then I simply pry her pussy open with my palms and stoop to rake my tongue over her engorged clit.

The moan she lets out can only be described as ravenous. It makes me growl between her legs. Her sweet taste spreads like wildfire in my mouth. A mistake. How the fuck am I going to crave anything else from now?

Pain pulls at my scalp when her fingers rush through my hair, tugging as she keeps arching, taking my tongue strokes like the good girl she is.

My cock twitches, begging to be freed and buried inside her cunt.

So I hurry, licking her faster, until her moaning intensifies, and her body tenses as she comes undone.

Her cum drips on my tongue as she contorts, and I make sure not to waste it. I lick her through it, causing her legs to spasm and her eyes to roll back. When she comes down from her high, I stand upright and unbuckle my belt from my slacks.

“I’m going to take it easy on you, love. But only because this is your first time.”

She nods, but I’m not sure she realizes I’m about to fuck her.

Not make love to her, like she might be thinking.

But use her. Praise her. Degrade her.

Show her what it means to be owned.

VICTORIA

The sound of his belt hitting the floor makes my pulse hike.

My gaze is fixed on his crotch, on the way his skilled fingers unbutton his slacks, then pull out his hard, veiny cock. Jesus . How the hell is that going to fit inside me? But my throbbing pussy answers for me, and she’s telling me to shut up.

Because my God, the thing he did with his tongue? I’ve never realized just how much I missed out on for never having a sex life. And right now, I want more of it.

My eyes flick up to meet his when he leans above me. He’s not going to get undressed. Of course he isn’t.

This is just another way for him to assert his dominance. That I’m his possession, and all he needs to do is take his cock out. But all my thoughts die when his hand takes mine and guides it to my pussy.

“Use your hands to open up your pussy. This will hurt.”

“You said you’ll be gentle,” I say, feeling my wetness with my fingertips.

“It’s still going to hurt. Your pussy is very tight. Just do it, love.”

Sucking in a breath, I part my legs wider for him and do as instructed, opening my pussy with my palms. The air in the room is cooler than my body temperature, and it caresses my entrance, intensifying the throbbing.

There’s something deeply erotic about being exposed before him. It turns me on, and I know I could have another orgasm just by listening to his voice.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, supporting his weight on the mattress next to me with one arm, the other guiding his cock to my pussy. And then… I feel him.

The smooth skin on his crown. The pre-cum mixing with my own arousal.

He pushes past my entrance, past my open palms, and my body shivers with pleasure.

It’s just like what he did with his fingers, but better.

Much, much better this time. My pussy tightens around him, and I bring my hands up to rest them on his shoulders.

“Oh…”

“Fuck, Victoria.” He groans, pushing himself deeper into me. “Goddamn.”

Another inch is all it takes for my eyes to snap open and for my entire body to tense. Pain like I’ve never known rips through me as if I’m being pulled apart. Something drips out of me, but I’m not sure it’s my arousal this time. I’m not turned on anymore. It hurts like hell.

I dig my nails into his muscles, yelping under his weight.

Another inch or two spear me.

“That’s it, love. Take my cock like a good, obedient wife. Ah, fuck, you’re so tight…”

And another few.

“W-Wolf—”

My words halt with his last thrust that rips through whatever was left of my innocence. He’s buried inside me to the hilt now, and tears run down my chin. I can’t help it. My lip trembles and I bury my mouth into his shirt, sobbing quietly as my pussy burns.

“I-It hurts…”

“You’re doing so well. Look at you, bleeding all over my cock.”

He pulls out a little, and my body sags, thinking this was it.

Then he slams into me again, and I let out a scream so loud I don’t care who hears it. I push into his hard chest, wanting to stop the pain.

But when he pulls out again, the burning feeling subsidizes, giving me a much needed break. He waits with me, as if he knows I need it. Until I find myself moaning at the new sensation settling deep inside me.

“There you are,” he coos, pressing his lips to my exposed neck. “There’s my good girl.”

I writhe, feeling my pussy tighten around his cock, timidly chasing more friction. And he grants it to me. Our bodies slap together as his hips rock into me in long, fluid motions. His hand cups my breast, squeezing it lightly before bringing his mouth to it, sucking my nipple between his lips.

Fuck.

New tears form at the corners of my eyes. Only this time, they’re from pleasure. And all I can do is lie here and take it. Take all he’s giving my body like I’m exactly what he said—a good, obedient wife.

All I can think of is him, all I know is him, and it feels right, even though I know it’s all a lie.

Pulling away fully this time, his cock—long and hard—stands straight up between us, my blood smeared all over it. He strokes it slowly a few times as his eyes rake over me like I’m some sort of meal.

I’m all splayed out on his sheets, with the proof of his claim on me smearing my thighs. Shame washes through me, but I don’t think he cares. Because his eyes darken further, and he’s leaning back down to use me some more. I swallow hard, struggling to catch my breath.

My husband’s powerful arms round my hips. He flips me over like I weigh nothing, my face buried in his sheets, ass up in the air. His low hum of agreement sounds above me. A hand fists in my hair, pushing my head deeper into the mattress. Then his cock is shoved back between my shaky legs.

I yelp, the sound muffled by the sheets. I’m running out of oxygen. He must know that, because my head is yanked back, and I’m bent like a pretzel for him to fuck from behind.

“Wolf—Oh, God…”

“How does it feel, love? Having my cock in your cunt.”

I breathe in and out, trying to block out the pain of the position he has me in.

“Answer me.”

“Go-od… it feels good,” I mumble. “Please…”

“Begging me already, love? So sweet.” He lowers his head to my ear. “Do it again.”

His cock thrusts inside me, filling me up, a mix of pleasure and pain rocking my body up and down, rumpling the sheets beneath me. He fucks me fast and hard, and moans explode out of me. It hurts, then it doesn’t. It’s an array of feelings I’ve never experienced before.

“Please. Please ,” I say between shattered breaths, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for. My pussy clenches around him, feeling every stroke, every vein gliding against my walls.

Every spark of pleasure creeping into my core. And when he brings a finger to my untouched hole, my eyes widen in shock at the rush of arousal coursing through me out of nowhere.

“Come for me, Victoria. Let me see this pussy come all over my cock.”

He doesn’t have to say it twice. Because as soon as he pushes that finger against my ass, I shatter right there and then, whimpering, writhing.

Spasming while he fucks me through it. My eyes roll back, meeting his hungry stare from upside down.

And the orgasm washes out of me in waves so powerful they take my breath away.

“That’s it. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart,” he praises, thrusting.

For a moment, I keep silent, feeling as if I’ve passed out, and this is my spirit looking down on me from above. I only come back to my senses when his thrusts stop, and something warm pulses into my pussy. My husband groans, coming inside me.

He pulls out and flips me over, and I’m forced to meet his gaze in a clearer state now. My scalp hurts from where he pulled my hair. And my pussy feels like it’s on fire. Only his cum soothes the soreness a little bit.

The spell is almost broken.

Almost… because I can’t believe what just happened between us.

“Victoria.”

“Y-yes?”

“I asked if you could walk.”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

He smiles and drags me into his body.

“Come here, love.” He lifts me up in his arms and takes me into the en-suite bathroom. Placing me down on the shower bench, he turns on the water while I stare at his blood-covered clothes. My blood.

This time, he undresses, peeling each layer off him as he exposes himself to me.

He grips the hem of his shirt with one hand, the slow drag of fabric revealing taut, sculpted abs, each ridge defined, some adorned with veins, especially on his tattooed arms. I don’t know what they mean. They’re just intricate patterns with some foreign words scribbled really small.

When he takes off his slacks and leans a bit to the side, I get a glimpse of the cuts and scars on his back, along with the one where I stabbed him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, stepping into the shower with me.

“I wasn’t,” I lie.

He helps me stand, and the stream of hot water flows down on our bodies, washing away the blood and tears. I watch it go down the drain, but he lifts my gaze back up, bringing his knuckle under my chin.

“Remember what you said the last time I made you come? That it changed nothing?”

I nod.

“It changes something now. Because this pussy,” he says, bringing his finger against my slit. “Is mine. And I’m going to use it a lot, Victoria. Your cunt, ass, and throat will know every inch of me. And in time, you’ll learn to beg and crawl for my cock. Because why?”

I swallow hard, trying my best to keep a backbone right now, but the words come out behind a shy gaze. “Because you own me?”

He smiles. “Because I own you, love. And to reward you for taking my cock so well for the first time, I’m going to make you come on my tongue again.” He jerks his head toward the shower bench. “Sit down and spread your legs.”