Chapter 37

Emilia

When he stopped moving and kept his cock buried inside my neck, I was grateful for the reprieve. He held my head against his pelvis, but he had a look of adoration on his face. The look sent a warm glow down my chest but made the ache in my pussy grew stronger. He slowly moved back until I could breathe again. He pulled himself out and helped me up as I tried to wipe my face.

"Leave it. You look perfect," he said with a grin.

He moved me towards the bed, and I was glad the pain in my ass and legs had dissipated. Picturing him with some faceless air stewardess had made me temporarily insane. I may have my father's temper. I mused to myself as he pushed me facedown on the bed.

His weight moved on top of me, and I felt his heavy dick rest on my lower back. He cupped my breasts and kissed the nape of my neck. I raised my head against him when he began to rub my nipples through the thin lace of my bra.

"I would never look at another woman inappropriately when I have such a hot slut of a wife, Angel," he said in a husky voice beside my ear. "I don't need to touch you to know your desperate cunt is aching for my cock."

"It was a moment of madness, a bit like you with Kyle."

He chuckled. "I enjoyed choking the life out of that useless fuck. Try not to choke Lori when you see her. Good staff are hard to find."

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I almost wished she was a hot stewardess now. He pulled the lace away from my breasts and began to toy with my nipples. When he began to pinch and tug them, I bit my lip, but a moan escaped from me.

"That feels so good, Cyrus," I said, reaching back to grip his hair.

"Yeah?" he asked as he moved his hand between us, and I felt him manoeuvre his dick until it touched my pussy. "How does this feel?" he asked as he teased me by rubbing himself along my pussy.

The broad head pushed between my folds, and I tried to move back on it, but his weight on me made it impossible. I pulled his hair in frustration and groaned.

"Why do you love torturing me so much?" I whimpered.

"Because it's who I am, and I love it when you're desperate for relief that only I can give you," he said as he pulled my hand away from his hair. "I have to constantly fight to control myself when I fuck you. You make me want to cum before I'm done tormenting you."

A wide smile spread across my face at his words. He always seemed to be composed, but when he did lose control, he always fucked me like a beast, and I loved it.

"Oh," I gasped when he lodged his cock inside my pussy.

"And I love how you soak my dick," he whispered as he pushed himself inside me. "Feeling your cunt spread open for me."

"Oh, God," I panted out because I loved his sweet torture. "Yes!"

He took his time and made me feel every inch of his cock inside me. My pussy clenched around him and caused my ass to tighten around the plug inside of me.

"I'm fucking obsessed with you, Angel," he said as he bit into my neck.

I winced as his teeth sunk into my flesh. He released my neck but began to suck on the flesh he'd bitten. His mouth worked on my neck as he continued to slowly fuck me. His hand tightened around my breast, and he squeezed me hard until I ached for him to move faster.

He licked my sore neck and released my breast before he placed his hands on either side of me and began to thrust deeper. I spread my legs and tried to push back on him. I began to pant and moan when his dick thrust harder, rubbing against my insides and the plug.

"Play with your pussy, baby. Cum on my dick before I fuck your ass," he said as he stood up, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until my back arched.

I quickly pushed my hand between my legs as he picked up his pace.

"I want to fucking own you, Angel," he growled at me as his hips began to slap against my ass.

His hand left my hair but snuck around my throat. He placed his other hand around me and tightened his grip as I desperately rubbed my clit. The tight grip around my neck held me in place as he began to fuck me harder. His breath came out in pants and grunts, joining my erratic breathing. My heart pounded in my chest as I gasped for air around his tight grip.

"You gonna cum? Huh?" he said, pulling my neck higher until I was upright.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped when his vicious thrusts caused his dick to bottom out in me.

I came so suddenly that it took me by surprise. I held onto his wrists as he continued to fuck me through my orgasm, making me cry out as my body shook. The surge of pleasure rocketed through me, and I felt my pussy begin to contract around his cock.

"Good fucking girl," he said as he slowed down and began to grind himself against my ass. "Only one hole left, baby."

My eyes snapped open at his reminder. He wrapped one arm around my neck and the other around my chest and held me against him.

"Thanks for helping to lube my dick up," he said as he rocked his hips back and forth.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder. "You're terrible," I croaked out.

"I know. Lie on the bed for me, Angel. I want to see your face when I fuck your last virgin hole," he said, making me groan at the thought of it.

When he pulled out of me, he released my neck. I climbed onto the bed and lay on it. I felt the silky covers. It was all very plush and luxurious, I thought as I looked around the bedroom. The thought of being in the mile-high club made me smile. I watched my naked husband throw the vibrator and tub of lube onto the bed before he reached for the handcuffs.

He was devious to have planned everything out in such detail, but it was also what made him so very good in everything he did. There was a particularly vicious look in his eyes as he snapped the set of handcuffs on me. He climbed over me, and when I glanced up, he was moving the pillows to attach the second set of handcuffs to a metal loop attached to the headboard. The trepidation began to build inside of me when I saw the one-eyed monster between my breasts.

Where was a micropenis when you needed one?