"What?" I blinked, my heart thudding loudly.
"You heard me, doll." His voice was low and gravely. His fingers traced the side of my cheek. "Come on, you know you want to."
His touch lit up something inside of me. Not rage or fear. Something even hotter.
"Fine." I scoffed.
If he wanted a "good wife." I'd give him one. I'd play the part. And when he was too far gone in his own twisted pleasure, when he saw me as nothing more than an obedient toy, I'd start peeling back his layers, one calculated touch at a time.
Because once I found what he loved and feared, I'd own him in ways he could never undo.
This wasn't surrender, it was infiltration.
I gently kissed the skin above his waistband, noticed the sharp breath he tried to hide, and almost smiled.
You want control, Angelo? Keep thinking you have it.
Because one day, when your walls are down, I'll be the one standing over you.
And you won't even see it coming.
My eyes caught sight of his groin bulging out of the leather pants he had on. Slowly I reached up and unzipped his pants and his enormous cock sprung out - thick, hard, throbbing. I gasped subconsciously at the size of it.
I looked back up at him and there he was, staring down at me with that annoying smirk. For a second, I considered smacking it off his face but that would mean a death sentence.
I also felt an unfamiliar mix of emotions hitting me all at once: anger, fear, and something that felt a little too much like desire. It left me feeling all kinds of confused but I couldn't afford to be confused at this point. Everything was happening so fast.
I keep him waiting for a bit before I start to slowly slide down as much of him as I can handle with my mouth. He lets out a groan as I slowly suck a few more times before easing back up, keeping only his bulbous head in my mouth. I slide my lips back and forth over his flesh, my tongue dancing in circles. He moans and groans louder, his head jerking back from ecstasy.
"Shit, Lorraine." he hissed.
Yes, I was taking him there, exactly as I planned. For the first time that night, there was a power shift. I might've been the one on my knees but I was definitely in control and knowing that awakened something in me.
I went deeper. My tongue flattened against his shaft as I sucked him hard, building a rythym that made his breathing come uneven. His head found the back of my head and he grabbed a handful of my hair, wrapping them against his fist.
He gasped. "Jesus…. Fuck… you're gonna make me cum."
I pulled back slightly and gazed up at him, teary-eyed. His abs tightened and I could feel it coming. But before he could explode, he yanked me off him, panting like a wild animal.
"Nope. Not now." His voice was rough and feral. "I wanna see how soaked this cunt in first."
Before I knew what was happening, he bent me over and ripped the silk nightdress I had on, rough but deliberate and it lit something deep inside me. He makes way to my entrance, rubbing on my clit through my lace panties.
"Already wet huh?" He sneered.
I truly was and I hated that.
He chuckled darkly. "You act like you hate me but your pussy tells a different story."
He slid my panties to the side and eased his hands a bit lower until he found what he was looking for. A moan escapes my mouth as he dips a finger into my wet cunt. I was terrified at how my body reacted. This man-no-monster, definitely knew his way around a woman.
I moan louder as he strokes my wet, swollen cunt, his fingers playing inside me like a maestro. He takes it further and slips two fingers inside me and I immediately lose all composure.
"Fuck." I whimpered. "Angelo…."
"That's right. Say my name."
He pulls his fingers out and moves them up to circle my clit. I gasp and moan as Angelo orbits around my pussy. I grip the side of the bed frame as the tension inside me begins to build. One hand concentrates on my clit while two fingers thrust deeply inside me. His coordination is incredible.
Sounds of my moans filled the air. I was breathless, falling apart and he knew it. He watched me lose control with calm amusement.
"You like that?" He whispered hot against my ear with his fingers still curling inside me just right. "You're just a hole for me Lorraine, Made to be used. Made to beg."
My hands gripped the sheets so tight. I was close… so close. I could feel an orgasm building up deep within me.
"You want me to put it in?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied, shamelessly.
"Beg me."
"Please," I gasped, tears stinging from the corner of my eyes. "Please just fuck me. I need it. I need you inside me…. Ple…please Angelo."
"Look at you all desperate for my cock like a horny little whore. It's so easy to break you."
He grabbed his dick and placed it at my entrance. "Since you want it so bad, I'll give it to you. I'll give it to you real good."
In one smooth, long thrust, he pushes himself into me
I arch my back, gritting my teeth and panting as the pressure of being filled by such a huge, hard thing intensifies.
I held back a scream as he pushed deeper, filling me up. I cried out loud as the thick pressure split me open.
"Fuck." He groaned. "So damn tight."
His hips started to move and his thrust came faster, harder and deeper. The sound of skin slapping against each other filled the room. My legs trembled as I endured the mix of pain and pleasure I got from being pulsed, stretched and consumed by him.
He leaned down and whispered. "Yes, take this cock just like that. You hungry little horny bitch."
His words stung but I couldn't stop moaning. I couldn't pretend I wasn't enjoying being filled up by him.
I felt my insides slowly erupting into an organism and I screeched loudly as I came all over his dick.
He was close too. I could feel it.
His groans rose in pitch and his hips shuddered as he emptied his balls inside me.
"Ah, fuck!" He heaved a satisfactory sigh. "What a tight little pussy you've got Lorraine, you just might be my favorite one."
Perfect! I would be his favorite. His addiction, then his undoing.
He rolled off me, satisfied and smug. He lit a fat wad of tobacco, like this was just another night for him. Nothing more.
Oh he'd remember this night. Not just because of how good it made him feel but because it would mark the beginning of the night I started to take it all back.