2 years later
“Don’t make a fucking sound,” he groaned into my ear. I gasped against his palm when it flattened across my mouth. He was holding me down, his other hand on my tummy, pressing me down onto the bed and making me struggle against his rough touch.
“I know what you want,” he told me. “I know what a dirty little bitch you are.”
I whimpered against his skin, licking the salty taste off the palm of his hand. He tasted perfect. My pussy was throbbing with need, so ready to have him plunge his cock inside and claim what had already been given to him freely. Even after all this time, he still took me this way, the way I dreamed of, the way I needed him to claim me.
“Suck my fingers,” he ordered, and I opened my mouth like a good girl, letting him in. He forced three long, thick and strong fingers deep down my throat and I moaned loudly as he started to fuck my mouth. He wouldn’t let me take a single break, not even for a split second, just fucking my mouth with his fingers as if that’s what they were made to do.
His other hand reached for my panties and tore them off while I struggled, ripped them right off my body and discarded the torn fabric by the side of the bed. My gasps were getting louder and he added another finger into my mouth to shut me up. I knew I was supposed to be quiet, a good, docile little doll for him to play with, but whenever he took me this way I had trouble holding back. I needed him. Wanted him. I wanted him to force me. I knew my orgasms would be the best that way, and from the way my pussy tightened underneath his palm, I knew this night would be no different.
He slid his palm over my skin, up to my navel and then up to my tits, fingering my nipples through the thin fabric of my white T-shirt. He grabbed both of my hands and held them down, and took the shirt off me slowly, reveling in every inch of my skin that was now exposed to his hungry eyes. I let him do it. I only struggled a little. I just wanted him to take what he wanted, take what he needed, use me the way I knew we both needed.
My body arched against his touch, so desperate to have him closer, to make him go deeper. I ached for him. Ached for every touch of his rough fingers, for every dirty word he threw in my direction. I lived for the thrill, and I only ever came for him. He was completing me. Fulfilling me. Making me the dirty slut, the perfect lover, the good girl housewife he wanted me to be. I belonged to him completely.
“Spread your fucking legs,” he said, and I eagerly opened myself up for him, my naked cunt glistening with the need I felt for him to push inside me.
He moved his hand away from my mouth and I fought back a loud moan, reminding myself I needed to be quiet.
“Please, sir,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”
“You want to be fucked?” he growled at me, his hands freeing that big beautiful cock from his pants and stroking it for me. “You want to be used? You want me to take your body and make it into my perfect little fucktoy? Just have fun with you until I can’t fuck that pussy anymore ’cause my cock no longer fits into your sore little cunt?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, yes.”
“Good fucking girl,” he breathed. “Spread yourself wider. Legs open as far as you can. Let me see my pussy get wet.”
I reached between my legs with shaky fingers, pulling back the lips of my pussy to show him what he was doing to me. A little mewl escaped me and he growled, stroking his cock in long, angry motions that told me I wasn’t going to get it gently. He was going to use me within an inch of my body, and by the time we were done, I’d be a pretty little mess for him, just like he wanted.
“Spit on me, sir,” I begged, and he grinned down at me before opening his mouth and letting his saliva dribble onto my pussy.
“Rub it in,” he ordered. “Rub that spit into your clit, my pretty little doll.”
My fingers worked to fulfill his order, and my body ached with need as I watched him stroke himself. He was pushing me again, letting me skirt the edge of my orgasm but never really letting me come, and it was driving me wild. I needed him to. I needed him to fuck me until my whole body resisted, until my pussy pushed him out because I couldn’t take another thrust. But he wasn’t letting me have any of it, not just yet, and it was driving me fucking crazy.
“You need to come, don’t you?” he asked me sweetly, and I nodded over and over again, hoping he would let me.
“Just once, sir,” I begged. “Just once, just for you. Only one time, I promise.”
“You only want to come once?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “Right now? You want it right now?”
“Yes,” I said. I needed him. I didn’t care. “Please, sir.”
“You know I won’t let you come for the rest of the night?” he asked, and I kept nodding, over and over again. “Very well, doll. Let yourself come for me and remember this is the only time you get to, so it better be good.”
“Can I touch myself?” I wanted to know, my voice breathless and my body so very close.
“No,” he replied with a wicked grin. I moaned in protest, but before I could say anything, my body pushed me over the cliff, pushed me into pleasure so intense I couldn’t say another single word. I came like I was meant to do only that, come in front of his eyes while he watched my body spasm, my pussy get wet and my eyes beg his for so much more.
“Such a loud little slut,” he told me affectionately, his palm caressing my cheek. “I love it when you’re loud for me, doll.”
And only when I was done coming, he pushed inside me, fucking my sore pussy until I screamed for him to stop. But he wouldn’t. He never did.
He just pushed past the pain I was feeling and showed me a new world of pleasure. Pleasure so restrained I couldn’t come, but edged instead until I thought I would pass out from the anticipation. He held my legs up, hooked my own hands under my knees and made me open myself up for him while he took what he wanted. He fucked me for what felt like hours. He used my body. He used me until he was satisfied, until he spurted cum all over me, pulling out once he’d filled my pussy and letting the last spurt go all over my naked stomach.
I lay back breathless, unable to stop the impending orgasm that ripped itself desperately from my body, moaning and begging so loudly for him I was sure we were making too much noise.
He pulled on my hair roughly, making me get on my knees and dripping his cum from my stomach. He forced my lips to his cock and my eyes to his, and he grinned at me, totally out of breath and as sweaty as I was.
“Clean,” he ordered, and I let my mouth go to work eagerly, desperately. I cleaned him off and he groaned as I got all of it, licked off every last bit of his cum and then smacked my lips once I was done.
We lay back on the bed, my body feeling fragile in his arms as he stroked me, his cock lying against his stomach, still semi-hard.
“You’re perfect,” he told me softly. “You’re the perfect little doll. I love you, Cleo.”
“I love you, sir,” I whispered back, but he flipped me onto my stomach, getting on top of me and binding my arms behind my back. I moaned, unable to take more of what he’d just given me.
“No,” he said roughly as I gasped into the pillow. “Not sir, not right now. My name, doll. Now.”
“F-Flynn,” I stuttered.
“Yes?” he asked roughly. “The whole sentence, Cleo, you know how it goes.”
“I love you, Flynn Masters,” I giggled, and he let me go, turning me on my back and kissing my lips, not giving a fuck that I still tasted like him.
“Good girl, doll,” he said, smoothing down my hair. “Such a good fucking girl.”
I settled into his arms, loving every second of being with him like this. They were few and far between these days.
“Think we woke her up?” I asked softly, and he looked at the baby monitor on the nightstand. The green light was on, but there was no sound.
“No,” he said. “Our baby girl’s safe and sound. Now come here so I can touch that beautiful body.”
I climbed on top of him, my eyes looking over the frames we’d filled the walls of my house with. Him, me, us, the baby. We were really a family now. He’d even given up his position at his firm, uprooted his whole life to move in with me. It was perfect, fucked up, messy and beautiful.
Just like us.
THE END