Page 49 of Stealing His Cupcake (Stockholm Syndrome for the Win #2)

Wyatt

As I gently kiss Amy, I wait for any sign that she didn’t like what we’ve done, but she’s perfectly relaxed under me, her eyes half-lidded with sated lust like she’s the one who just had a mind-boggling orgasm.

I can’t imagine having your throat pounded into is very arousing, so I’m surprised to find juices coating her inner thighs when I cup her pussy.

Moaning, Amy arches into the touch. I’m tempted to get her off with my tongue like I did so many times this past week but she said she wanted to be dominated.

She wanted it rough. Fuck, she got this wet just from me fucking her mouth like a savage!

I’ve been tiptoeing around her, not eager to repeat the absolute terror from when I first tried to eat her out, but perhaps it was the wrong choice.

Hell, it certainly was the wrong choice if it made her think I don’t want her touch!

That ends today. If Amy wants to submit during sex, I won’t deny her.

Teasing her by circling her clit a few times, I think through my options, a grin splitting my face in half as I decide on the perfect one. “You want to come, cupcake?” I murmur into her ear.

“Yes. Please! ”

She rocks against my hand, whimpering when I pull it away.

“Good. Scoot back and spread your legs.” Amy eagerly obeys, her brow furrowing as she watches me get off the bed.

Entering the closet, it doesn’t take me long to find the small package Amy begrudgingly packed back at her apartment at my insistence.

Her mouth falls open as she recognizes it.

When she moves to snatch it away from me, I give her a stern look. “Don’t move or I won’t let you come.”

“But— That’s personal!”

“You’re my wife. What is mine is yours and what is yours is mine, including your sex toys. Now, let’s see what Amy Hudges used to get off before she got married.”

The toys are wrapped in an old T-shirt. I assume it’s less for their protection and more an attempt to hide them from me.

Too bad it was never going to work. “Hmm, interesting,” I muse as I unpack the dreadfully small collection.

A decently sized dildo, a rabbit vibrator, and one of those rose-shaped clit stimulators.

Curious, I turn it on and hold it to my pinkie finger, grinning at the sucking sensation.

I briefly wonder what it would feel like on my cock, but push that thought away for later.

“No magic wand?” I shake my head. “Cupcake, every woman needs to own a magic wand. That’s basically the law.

I’m ordering one for you the second we’re done here. ”

“What’s a magic wand?”

“Oh, my sweet, innocent girl.” Has she really not tried it before? I grin. It’s going to be a delight to introduce it to her. “You’ll see, don’t worry. No anal toys?”

Amy’s expression falls and shakes her head. “I don’t like it,” she admits quietly. “It really hurts.”

Fucking Craig Denver. I bet he pushed her into doing anal without any proper prep, and now she’s terrified of it. “It doesn’t have to hurt when it’s done properly and trust me, having a toy in your ass during sex is a game changer for both partners. ”

“God, this is so embarrassing,” Amy groans. Curling up on her side, she pulls the blanket over her head in a halfhearted attempt to hide from me.

Yanking the blanket away, I cage Amy under my body and force her to look at me. “It’s sex, Amy. Sex is great. There’s nothing embarrassing about it. Earlier today, I thought that you wanted to fuck my ass. Was I embarrassed about it?”

“W-what?!” Amy gawks at me with unbridled horror. “F-fuck your— What? How would I even— People actually do that? I didn’t want to do that. I don’t want to do that!”

“And that’s fine, but if you did, I’d be up for trying it and I wouldn’t be one bit embarrassed.

Sex is supposed to be fun, not something you have to worry or agonize over.

Now, get back into position. Since you moved, I won’t make you come.

But,” I continue over her protests, “I’ll let you get off yourself. ”

“You’ll— What?” Since I’m still holding onto the blanket, Amy hides her face behind her hands instead. “I can’t do that in front of you.”

Grinning, I pin her hands above her head.

Nowhere to hide now. “Masturbate? Yes, you can. And you will, if you want to come today. And you want to come, don’t you?

You’re all wet and needy, your cunt desperate to clench around something.

Don’t even try closing your eyes! Keep looking at me.

See what you do to me?” Grinding my hips against her, I direct her attention to my cock which is valiantly filling in blood again despite the explosive orgasm from earlier.

“You make me feral, Amy. Desperate for you. It’s only fair that I repay the favor and enjoy seeing you a little desperate for a change, wouldn’t you agree? ”

“Um. No?”

“Too bad.” Retreating to the foot of the bed, I settle down for the show. “Spread your legs, Amy. Touch yourself. Show me how you make yourself come.”

I watch the conflicting emotions war over Amy’s expression.

I’m sure she’s aroused and excited but while it seems for a moment that her excitement might win, doubt and nervousness creep in.

“I-I’m not sure I can, Wyatt,” she whispers, once again avoiding my look.

“If you sit there and watch, I-I can’t— I can’t—”

“Ssh. That’s okay.” I’m not entirely ready to give up on the idea, but I also don’t want to push her too hard.

Moving behind her, I pull her between my spread legs, her back resting against my chest. Amy immediately relaxes as I wrap my arms around her and gently knead her breasts.

“How about we do it like this?” I whisper against her neck.

It didn’t take me long to notice how sensitive she is here.

Her skin prickles under my breath and when I kiss the spot, she arches into me.

Handing her the rose, I wrap my fingers around hers and guide the toy down to the apex of her thighs.

“Spread your legs, Amy. Good girl,” I praise her when she shakily obeys.

Guiding her hand, we slide the rose around her pussy, gathering wetness.

“I love how wet you get for me. It’s such a fucking turn-on. ”

Amy’s voice trembles. “It is?”

“Do you not feel my cock poking your ass, cupcake? I just came less than ten minutes ago and I’m already hard as a rock. All thanks to you. You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.” I’m not normally this chatty during sex, but Amy needs all the reassurances I can give her.

“You’re just saying that because—”

“Because what? I don’t say things I don’t mean to, and I have no reason to make things up.

It’s not like I’m in a bar, trying to charm you into coming home with me.

You’re already mine. My wife, my everything.

When I tell you that you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, I mean every single word. ”

Still holding Amy’s hand, I make sure that the rose is positioned on top of her clit and that everything is nice and slick before letting go. “Keep it there. Turn it on,” I instruct her, letting an edge of darkness seep into my words.

Shuddering, Amy makes an incoherent noise as the toy whirs to life. She moves it around, her body arching when she finds the right spot. “Wyatt. Please,” she whimpers, desperation coloring her voice. “I can’t— ”

I cut her off with a sharp nip on the side of her neck.

“Yes, you can. Keep it there. I want to feel you fall apart in my arms.” I’ve made her come so many times already but this is different.

Somehow, it’s more intimate than when I’m between her legs and my tongue or cock is buried deep inside of her.

Amy feels it too and I understand that showing such vulnerability scares her, but I also intend to possess every part of her, including this one, so I don’t relent.

“There you go,” I praise as she jerks when the rose hits an exceptionally sensitive spot.

“You’re close, aren’t you? Will you come for me, cupcake? ”

Kissing her neck, I tug on her nipples until Amy whimpers. Her legs twitch, her moans growing louder. She’s close, but not quite there yet. Intent on giving her that final push, I reach for the dildo and spit on it. Not that Amy needs any extra lubrication at this point.

“Wyatt, w-what—” The rest of her question is cut off by a cry when I push the dildo into her pussy in one rather forceful thrust. Amy immediately topples over the edge, her body convulsing as if hit by the electric current, jerking each time another wave crests.

I hold her through it, lazily fucking her with the dildo to make sure her hungry cunt has something to clench on.

I don’t even wish it was my cock because then I’d be busy fighting off the urge to come.

Now, I can simply watch my cupcake shatter and feel every tremor that runs through her body.

Amy dropped the toy when she started coming, but continues lightly massaging her clit with her fingers even after the intensity of her orgasm ebbs. “Jesus,” she breathes out, hoarse and winded.

Driving the dildo roughly inside of her, I growl, “You know, most men don’t like it when women call out another man’s name during sex.”

Chuckling breathlessly, Amy shakes her head. “That’s such a you thing to say. Thank you. This was—”

“My pleasure,” I interrupt her, a little displeased that she still feels the need to thank me for an orgasm.

I mean, what the fuck? It’s like the most natural thing ever, especially with the woman I lo—married.

Especially with the woman I married. “It’s always my pleasure, Amy.

Any time. Seriously. I’d even suggest we do this again right now but you have your therapy session in like,” I glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand, grinning, “five minutes.”

Amy shrieks. “What?! Oh my god! I can’t talk to my freaking therapist looking like I just fucked someone!”

“You look amazing, cupcake.” And she does. Her hair is tousled, her cheeks glow with warmth, and there’s a sheen of sweat on her forehead, but the happiness shining in her eyes outweighs all that. “And technically, we didn’t fuck,” I add just to tease her.

Shooting me a murderous look, Amy slides the dildo out of her pussy and scrambles off the bed. “I should really wash these,” she gestures at the toys, “but—”

I wave her off. “Go ahead. I’ll take care of it.”

She gives me a dubious look. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm. “I was the one to make you use them, anyway. Go talk to your therapist. I’ll take care of your toys.” After personally exploring them, of course. I’m really curious about that damned rose.