Chapter 12

My body is on fire. The tingling started in my toes, slowly building to what is going to be a crescendo. My eyes are squeezed shut because the feeling is too much but not enough. "Open your eyes, Piccola. Open those beautiful eyes and look at me so I know you are with me."

I open them as he commands, not just because he commanded it, but because I love the flutter I get when he tells me what to do and I want him to see that. "There she is," he says before licking his way further down. He puts his head back the opening of my pussy and his tongue twirls at that sensitive spot over and over. Flashes of light threaten to blind me. The current is so strong I feel like we are on a boat, rocking through a storm.

"Larabee! I can't.." Before I can finish, he moves even further down, and he licks my rosebud. "Uh-Lar?" I manage to get out even though it is shaky and breathy. I never thought I would be a girl who likes this but damn it feels like a decadent dessert you save for the right time.

He feasts on it, licking and swirling his tongue over and over. I can feel his finger putting pressure on that bundle and I suck in a breath. It's all too much.

"Fuck baby, look at how you're gushing all over my fingers. Interesting. Seems my innocent wife is going to be a backdoor queen." That should be appalling. Why is it not? I begin to shake when his fingers begin pushing into it. His tongue moves back to my pussy while his finger pushed through the ring of fireworks. Yes I said fireworks because that is how it feels like the sky is lit up.

"Please. Please," I whine. My eyes are closed again because having them open at this point is impossible. Side to side, my head thrashes. My arms are jerking, trying to find an anchor, but also trying to center me and let me tell you, it is not working.

He pushes in further and sucks my clit into his mouth and that is it. The crescendo I was not prepared for. "LARABEE!" I scream before my body begins to convulse uncontrollably. I don't know when this is going to stop, but my husband doesn't care. He licks up the mess I made and kisses his way up the rest of my body.

Slowly, he licks up my body, taking little bites everywhere. "My marks look good on you, wife. I need everyone to know you belong to me." I wish I could respond to him, but I still can't speak. His tongue licks my nipple, flicking it back and forth before sucking it fully into his mouth like he expects something to come out of it. He moves back and forth from one to the other, over and over making the need to rebuild. My mind is telling me I can't possibly take anything else, but my body and heart are yelling that I will take what he gives me, because he will catch me when I fall.

Suddenly, I feel his cock at the opening of my pussy and his mouth is inches from mine. "I want you to know I will take care of you forever, Piccola. You are now my entire world." Tears begin to fall out of my eyes. His words hit me right in the chest. "I don't like seeing you cry baby." He licks every last salty remnant off.

"They were happy tears, Lar. I have never had anyone care for me like you do. I trust you. I know you will always protect me." His eyes close for a second before he opens them again.

"Your trust humbles me, Piccola." How is this man so sweet but so filthy and bossy? He is through talking. I feel him removing his boxers and my belly begins to twitch. He slides his tongue inside of my mouth and I moan when his cock slides up and down my pussy, hitting my clit that is so sensitive from the mind-blowing orgasm I just had. He pops it over and over with his cock, leaving traces of his cream on me. He pulls back and looks at me with so much concern. "I don't know how to make this not hurt. Forgive me." See, sweet.

"It's okay, babe. Just do it. Make me your wife in every way." That must be the right answer because his eyes turn dark and lust-filled.

"As you wish." He hikes legs up to his waist. My body is humming once again, the expectation is insurmountable, but mouthwatering. Once again he whispers, "forgive me," right before he pierces through what was left of innocence. I felt the pinch just as one would a shot with a needle, but I also feel full, stuffed, owned.

He is kissing me all over my face telling me how much I mean to him and how he will never take advantage of this gift. His words make the sting fade quickly and I begin to wiggle under him, but he has me pinned under his weight so I cannot move. "Lar, move," I beg him. His vein is pulsing inside of me and feeling it is making me feverish for him to move and show me what it feels to be fucked and loved by the man I have fallen headfirst for.

He swallows loudly, sweat covering his forehead. He looks like he is in pain trying to make it good for me, but I want it good for him too. "Fuck baby, you're tighter than a hole in a straw." he says, continuing to show restraint. "Dammit, I thought I could be a better man, but I am going to destroy your gift, angel. I feel like a monster right now."

"I am yours, Lar. You don't have to apologize for doing what you are supposed to. Take me." He begins pulling out and moving back in. Shallow thrusts, at first, but when I moan and move to try to meet his movements, he growls and looks at me, his eyes ferocious and filled with lust.

"Baby, don't look at me with so much permission when I want to obliterate you. I want to take everything light and soft and fucking demolish it with the things going through my head." His words make me moan once more and my pussy clenches.

"I'm ready," is my only response. He bends toward me and kisses me with less finesse than before and I know I have woken him up. He sucks and bites at my mouth and I am with him, reaching for him, running my nails down his back marking him as well. I feel him when he slides out again and slams back inside of me, hitting something. I yell, my back bowing off the bed. He chuckles in a sinister way before baring his teeth. "You asked for it, wife. Now take it." I did and I will.

"I feel you everywhere. I'm so full," I mewl at him, spreading my legs wider. He sits up and grips my legs, holding one in each hand. His eyes are trained on the space between us, where we are connected.

Suddenly he is moving at a frantic pace, running like someone is going to take me from him. "My fucking pussy. Mine. My dirty little breeding hole. My fuck toy." His words make me ache for him. I am pushing myself onto him as desperately as he is fucking me.

"Yours. Only yours, Larabee," I chant over and over. My head is rocking, my body is quivering. His movements are vicious and unfeeling. I can see the darkness he spoke of taking over him and I should be scared but that is far from what I feel. "Babe, it's too hard," I yell when he begins pushing past what I believe is my womb. It feels like he is trying to come through my stomach. With each thrust I am moving further and further into another plane. I can feel the wetness between us, dripping and gushing with each push. It"s dripping into the crack of my ass and that adds to the feeling.

Before I can see it coming his hand is around my throat and my instinct is to panic. I have felt that before and it was not in a pleasurable situation. I know I could tell him to stop, but he is too far gone and as much as it is giving me hesitation, I repeat over and over, he would never hurt me.

Each thrust makes his hand tighten. "I can't. I can't. It"s too much." I don"t know if it is the choking or the way his cock is obliterating everything I thought I knew about myself. I cry out, my eyes becoming heavy from the lack of oxygen, but also from the pleasurable pain. This pain is erasing the pain I endured at the hands of my captors, and I welcome it. "Please." I beg when his hand gets tighter.

"Do you want me to loosen my grip, baby?"" His nose is running up my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin at the sound of his voice. I don't recognize it. My Larabee, my husband, is no longer here, right now.

I shake my head and turn it to catch his mouth. I keen and moan, living in the rough handling of my body. His grip is undeniable, and I know it is going to leave bruises and I welcome them. Proof that I belong to him and him alone. Proof that his need for me goes beyond reason. It is imperative and finally, proof that no one else took what I didn"t want to give.

"Are you sure? Because once I cum in you and fill you with my seed, you will no longer have free will. I will have full authority over your life, Satine. Your choices will be limited to my determination. Your wants and needs will be my responsibility. I will give you the world, Piccola, but in return you will give me everything. Your autonomy, your freedom and your desires. What I give you will pale in comparison to your sacrifice, but I won"t give a shit. I am an asshole who should let you go and leave you in the sun, but I can't. Now that I have you, I can"t let you go, and I will never give anyone the chance to take you from me. NEVER!"" he growls.

Over and over he takes me bringing me to tears and unconsciousness. Then he releases his grasp, allows me air and takes it back. He kisses me back to life, biting and sucking every part of me he can reach, leaving his stamp. "I love you. I love you so much." I cry out to him before my pussy begins to clench.

He stills when I say the words, shock registers on his face and then a devious grin before he asks me one more time. "Do you want to be let free, Satine? I need the words."

"No, Lar. I need you. Show me who you are and who we will be together." I begin to buck again; my orgasm is racing towards me. I shout out with each thrust, and cry for his seed. I want to feel him cum inside of me, planting a part of him.

"You don't ever have to worry about that, Piccola. I will never let you go. Anyone who tries to take you from me, will die by my hands. The very hands that is taking air from you, only to give it back to you when I choose."" He ruts a few more times before he lets go of my neck and kisses me before putting his forehead to mine. "Let's finish together, baby."

With my hair matted to my face, we meet in the middle, our mouths moving slowly together. His finger reaches between us and flicks my clit and I scream, everything goes blurry than black. Vaguely somewhere in the distance I hear him curse and whisper, "I love you too." Then I feel him drain himself inside of me, the heat between my legs comforting, before nothing exists, but darkness. Seems he got what he wanted.