Chapter 36

Cyrus

I studied her face because I'd never seen her this furious before. Lori was twenty-plus years my senior, and I'd never fucked a member of my employee in my life. If anything, I'd had to fire a few women who'd harassed me. My eyes dropped to her lingerie. She wore a see-through white lace bra with matching skimpy panties. I could see her dark, pebbled nipples through the lace.

"I think you'd better watch your tone of voice, Angel," I said carefully because only one of us was prone to violent outbursts.

"Have you fucked, Lori?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"Do you think I would let you anywhere near someone I've fucked? Lori is fifty-three or fifty-four years old."

Her eyes widened, and the anger vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Bend over on the bed," I said as the plane began to move and the pilot began his usual speech.

"Cyrus, I—"

"Now."

As soon as she bent over, I smirked when I saw the butt plug through the white lace. I leaned down and licked her flank until I reached her ass and bit into the soft flesh until she cried out. This wasn't how I'd intended to start our honeymoon, but there was never a dull moment with my Angel. I reached behind me to pick up my leather belt. She was damn lucky she was carrying our child.

"You might not be able to sit properly for a few days, Angel, but let this be a reminder to you that I meant every word of my vows, and I would never debase you by flaunting past flings that meant nothing to me nor will I ever cheat on you," I said trying to remain calm.

She looked at me over her shoulder and saw the belt in my hand and quickly turned away again. I put the belt on her back and tore her panties off before I flung them on the floor.

"Spread your legs," I commanded, and she quickly spread her thighs.

I stood back to admire her stuffed asshole and pretty pussy lips. The gold ball between her ass cheeks looked perfect, and I couldn't wait to fuck her asshole. The plane began its ascent, and I lifted my belt up.

I held my hand on her lower back and whipped her ass with my belt until she gasped in pain. I aimed the same spot and began to whip her ass and her upper thighs. She squirmed in pain, but she never screamed or cried out. By the tenth hit, there were pink stripes across her ass, I slid my fingers down to her pussy, and she soaked my fingers. I rubbed her pussy, and she sighed as her body relaxed.

"You weren't supposed to enjoy that, Angel," I murmured.

"Sorry," she said, but she didn't sound very sorry.

I pulled my boxers off and tossed them on top of the pile of clothes that I'd removed earlier. Since we were up in the air now I could move things along.

"Get on your knees, Angel," I said, tracing one of the belt marks that ran across her ass.

She slid down the bed and rested her weight on her legs. She winced when her ass and thighs made contact with her legs and feet as she knelt before me.

"Tie your hair in a knot and link your hands together behind your back," I said as I rubbed my dick along her cheek.

"Cyrus, I'm sorry. It was the thought of you being with someone else that made me so angry," she said as she tied her hair up.

I leisurely traced her lips with the wet tip of my dick as she put her hands behind her back.

"You took your ass whipping well, Angel. By the time we leave this plane, all will be forgotten," I said as I tilted her head back and moved forward to rest my balls on her face. "Now be a good girl and lick my balls."

Her eyes crinkled at the edges, and I knew she was smiling, which made me smile back at her. I stroked her hair as I felt her mouth open and her tongue curled around the base of my balls. I watched her shuffle around on the floor until her legs were spread out wide enough to avoid her sore ass.

I felt her open her mouth wide, and I pushed my balls into her mouth, squeezing them in carefully until her mouth was full. Her beautiful eyes were on mine, but my dick was impeding my view, so I lifted it away from her face to see her struggling to suck me with her mouth so full. I rubbed my dick while her hot wet tongue licked my balls.

Dominating Emilia satisfied both of our needs, but I always kept an eye on her to ensure she enjoyed what I did to her. She'd taken the belt with grace and dignity. I couldn't wait to explore more with her. I pulled my balls out of her mouth and bent down to gather spit in my mouth before I let it drip into her open mouth. I did that for a few moments since it was the only lube she would get. She never grimaced or flinched. She simply took what I gave her.

"Are you ready to swallow my cock, Angel?" I asked once I'd finished spitting inside her. "Keep your hands behind your back."

She mumbled something, but since I held her jaw to keep her mouth open, she couldn't speak, so she nodded. I pushed my dick down until it was inside her mouth. She eagerly began to suck on the tip until I began to rock my dick in and out of her, enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue.

"My pretty little cock sucking wife," I murmured. "You look beautiful with my dick in your mouth, Angel."

She did her makeup was still immaculate, making her dark eyes stand out and her long eyelashes fluttered. Anything that was on her lips was long gone, but they were plump and pink around my dick. I smiled before I stroked her forehead to the back of her head.

"But I need to make you choke, baby," I said as I gripped the back of her head with my hands.

I thrust myself hard down her throat while I yanked her head forward, groaning when my dick surged down her tight throat. Her hands momentarily moved to my legs, but she quickly moved them behind her again. I glanced down to see she still had several inches left to take.

"Swallow me down, Angel. I know your pussy gets wet from my sucking cock. You love being used like a dirty slut," I said as I pulled back while she blinked.

I thrust forward and continued to screw her mouth until I was balls-deep inside her throat. The hum of the plane was the only noise other than the gurgling wet sounds coming from her mouth as I fucked her hard and fast. Tears streamed down her cheeks as I ruined her make-up. Her soft, wet mouth remained open, but it was a tight squeeze each time I forced my way down her neck.

Why would I ever touch another woman when I had sheer perfection like this?