CHAPTER FIVE

He presses my thighs apart and I lift my spine, offering my pussy to him. But he doesn’t push into me. Instead he lowers his head, shifting down, until he’s between my legs.

Trembling, I shut my eyes, overwhelmed and wanting to focus on one thing at a time.

For a second, there’s nothing.

Then his tongue slides hot through my sex. The roughness of his beard rasps over my inner thighs. My nipples tighten. He loves the taste, I know by the soft growl in his chest as his tongue delves inside. He takes his time licking my pussy clean before pulling back.

I hear his step and know he’s standing behind me. There’s a sharp crack of pain and I yelp, spine bending as I resist the urge to look back. He’s using the crop again. My pussy clenches, and with it, I tighten around the plug. Pleasure throbs and I fight it back as my inner muscles tighten.

I can’t come without his permission.

Everything in me focuses on breathing the pleasure back. The looped end of the crop stings the right side of my ass. My fingers dig into the sheets. I hear a faint rip as the fabric gives way beneath my nails.

The crop strikes the backs of my thighs.

Again.

And again.

Until I sink onto my elbows and push my face into the bed. Tears soak the sheets. All the stress of the week spills over and flows out. When he hears my first sob, the crop clatters to the ground.

His body slides over mine. He lifts my head back, hand cupping my throat.

“Do you need to safeword me, redbird?” His voice is hoarse.

“No, sir,” I gasp. “I need you, inside me. Please.”

I can feel the ridge of his arousal, pressing against my ass. He’s so hard he’s twitching and I’m so wet it’s dripping on the bed.

“Beg,” he orders.

“Please, sir,” I pant. “Please, fuck me.”

I have no shame, not with him. My head is a dreamy, relaxed space and only he has the power to control what I feel.

His zipper hisses. I hear him spit into his hand and jerk his cock. His breath comes heavy and my pussy flutters with anticipation.

“Redbird,” he says, voice low. “Turn around and suck my cock.”

I scramble into position and he takes me by the hair and guides my face against his groin. My lips part and the thick head slips in.

Hard, hot, and far too big to fit properly.

My jaw loosens and I fall into the headspace where I can breathe through it. But he doesn’t thrust.

“Lick me, redbird,” he says. “I want to see you choke on it.”

I’m soaked from being spanked and relaxed from crying. There’s nothing in me but the driving need to do anything he asks. He fills my mouth, making my jaw ache. I push my tongue forward, trying to lick him in the little space I have.

He hums, stroking the back of my head. “Good girl, do what you can.”

I force another inch in. Saliva slips down my chin as I gag, but I don’t stop licking him. The feeling of his cock throbbing against my tongue is too addicting. Finally, his fist tightens in my hair and he pulls me off, a strand of wetness connecting my lips to his cock.

“What do you say?” His face is stone, eyes serious.

“Thank you for letting me suck your cock, sir.” My voice is a husky whisper.

He wipes my mouth with his palm. “Good girl, now turn around and put your face in the bed. Ass up, pussy spread.”

My heart thumps like a drum. He releases me and I do as he says, spreading my knees and laying my cheek against the bed.

Back arched, soaked pussy bared.

He taps the plug and turns it once. I shudder, deep in my core. Then I hear him spit again and his big fingers work the wetness over my sex.

“You’re soaked,” he rumbles.

“Yes, sir,” I moan, eyes rolling as his middle finger slips back in for a second.

The bed dips as he kneels over me. We’re in the same exact place we were the first night we fucked, except this time I’m face down, ass up. My thighs quiver as the thick, blunt head of his cock pushes against my pussy.

I gasp, unable to help myself.

The truth is, it always hurts going in. Even after all this time. He’s a big man, every part of him, and I can only take him when I’m soaked.

Even then, there’s always an adjustment period.

A flash of pain, an ebb of discomfort. Then he stretches me, and pleasure sparks. Drowning everything else out. He inches into me and I gasp, the pressure intense. It’s so much harder to take him when I’m wearing a plug.

My muscles clench around his veined length and he groans, falling over me. Lean stomach and big, warm body against mine. He’s not in all the way—he’s waiting to give me the rest. Giving me time to get used to the feeling.

“How is it, redbird?” he breathes.

“Good, sir,” I pant. “I’m…very full.”

He slides a hand up over my stomach, between my breasts, and grips my throat. Holding me steady as his hips start pumping. Pushing me little by little to take the rest of his cock.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Hush, you can take it,” he says.

I know I can, and if I can’t, I always have my safeword. But I don’t want him to stop, I want to be forced to take the rest. I want his body on mine, his strong hands guiding me until we’re fully joined.

Desperate, I push back against him. His hand slides between us and keeps me from taking the rest.

“Beg,” he whispers, his voice harsh and dark. “This time, I want you to mean it.”

“Please, sir,” I gasp. “Please, give me your cock. I’ll do anything.”

He slides in a little more. I’m so desperate and so deep in a submissive state, I really would do anything for him. His grip on my throat increases. In slow, building pulses.

“I’m begging you, sir,” I manage, my voice strangled.

All at once, he slides his cock to the hilt, until his body is fully against mine. A whimper works its way out. My pussy grips him, making my brain buzz with satisfaction.

He pumps his hips lightly, breaking me in until the pain ebbs.

“Good girl,” he rasps, leaning forward. He flips the headboard, revealing the mirrored back.

My eyes lock to his reflection. He’s bare-chested, his stomach tensed. The bull skull on his torso is heavily shadowed. He tenses his arm and pulls me up until my body is off the bed. Holding me in midair, he starts pumping his hips.

My eyes roll back, fluttering shut.

“No, eyes open,” he orders. “Watch your pretty, little cunt get ruined, you filthy whore.”

I obey, forcing myself to watch what he’s doing to me. I’m heaving, tears sliding down my face. A heavy tremor moves down to my core and I feel an orgasm spark. His cock stretches me and the head strokes against my deepest point, right where I need it to get me over the edge.

“Sir,” I gasp out, frantic.

“Yes, Redbird. Use your words.”

I’m shaking uncontrollably. “Please, sir, I can’t stop—I’m going to come.”

He goes still. “Ask permission.”

“Please, may I come, sir?” I wail.

His hips go harder, his cock rutting deep inside.

“Come,” he says, voice hoarse. “Now.”

It’s all too much—God, I’m about to shatter in his arms. His grip seizes, cutting off my air. My orgasm rips over the edge, and just as it explodes, he releases my throat. I gasp, the oxygen flooding my body. Making my orgasm soar to new heights, every pulse of pleasure ripping through like a storm.

Wave after wave.

He pumps his hips, jaw set. Eyes glittering behind me.

“Come, redbird,” he breathes. “Grip my cock with that pretty cunt, come all over it.”

I obey him, down to the letter. Pumping my pussy and feeling every veined inch of his cock as I come around it.

He sinks down on his hands and knees, my body pinned underneath. Instinctively, I arch against him. Seeking his ridged stomach, like steel over my back. He twitches and I catch my breath, waiting for his release.

I know he’s close—God, I want it, I need it.

My eyes roll back and flutter shut. This time he doesn’t correct me, he’s distracted. Hot breath burns the back of my neck as he fucks into my pussy with short, desperate strokes.

My orgasm ebbs and before it can stop, another starts. This time, I hear it. I’m so soaked it’s dripping down my thighs. I know his groin is wet from my arousal, I know he loves it.

Sometimes, I remember how dry I was with my first husband. It didn’t matter what he did. He never turned me on. But with Gerard, I swear I’m soaked the minute his mouth touches mine.

His hips slam into me. His cock is right up against my cervix, the pressure intense. His thrusts are short and desperate. His hand leaves my throat and he pushes me down, until my cheek is against the bed. From this angle, he’s so deep it hurts.

But in the best way—God, he makes me feel like heaven.

His broad body shudders. His breath catches.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Take my cum, redbird.”

I feel him against my deepest point. He twitches, warmth blossoms.

I didn’t take my pill today.

And he’s pumping his cum into me. Hard lurches of his body, again and again. Until I’m full.

We both go quiet, breathless. I wince as his cock drags from my battered pussy and he falls onto his back beside me. His hands flip me easily, pulling me into his thick arms. Brushing my sweaty hair from my face.

His lips touch my forehead. His hand is firm on my upper back. My heart pounds. My legs are jelly as I nestle into his chest. Soaking in his warmth.

“Good girl,” he soothes. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper.

We lie together for a while. I’m completely spent and ready to fall asleep. He gets up and I simmer in a sleepy haze in the dark room as he moves about in the bathroom. Then he’s back, taking the plug out and wiping between my thighs with a warm washcloth. He carries me to the bathroom so I can finish cleaning up. Then he bends me over the sink and rubs lotion over the heated skin of my ass and upper thighs.

He tucks me into bed. I listen while he showers, fighting to keep my eyes open.

Then his warm body is under the sheets. Against mine.

We both sleep soundly through the night.