Page 21 of Diabolique


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I’m still amazed that he’d been able to hold it in for this long. It’s a testament to his love and respect for me that he was willing to withhold his true nature all this time, but I don’t want him to anymore. I want the real, raw, unabridged version of him, the side of him that I’d only gotten a glimpse of these last few weeks.

“Whatever you’ve got cooking in your head, don’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You forget I can read you like a book. You may think you want to push my buttons, but believe me; you don’t want the results. You’re not ready.”

“And I think you forgot the girl I was before I got married and had kids.”

“Brittany, behave yourself. There’s no need for you to change.”

“Like hell, I’m going back to that. I’ve made a decision. I will not stop digging until I figure out what Jessica and Jack are really up to.”

When he pushed his chair back after wiping his mouth with the silk napkin, my heart started racing in my chest. When he stood and walked over to me with that look on his face, I thought I would faint from the buildup of excitement.

“Hey!” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and even though it was obvious that he was being as careful with me as possible, it was still an undignified position to put one’s wife in.

“Too late.”

“Wait a minute.” I kicked my legs and got a slap on the ass for my trouble.

I was in too much shock from just that little interaction to retaliate, and by the time I got over it, we were in our master suite with the door locked behind us. That wasn’t the issue, the issue came into play when he walked into the closet still carrying me like a sack of potatoes and pulled two ties from the special wheel that’s made for them.

“What’re you doing with those?” He didn’t answer. I think I got a bit scared when he sat on the bed and pulled me down across his lap before pulling my arms behind me. I started struggling then and looking for a way out.

“Keep still unless you want to hurt yourself.”

My heart was knocking against my chest at this point, especially once I realized that I couldn’t move my arms at all in this position. “Why are you tying my ankles together like that?” I tried looking over my shoulder at him, but it was almost impossible, with me trussed up like a turkey.

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, and just as I started to calm down, I felt a sting. At first, it was so incongruous that I didn’t realize he’d really hit me. Then he did it again. How the hell did he find the same exact spot? And again, “Ow!” I tried rolling off his lap, but he held me in place with one arm and beat my butt red with the other.

I was crying and screaming at this point, and my behind burned like hellfire. “What did Cierra have delivered to you today? Give it to me.” Oh, so that’s your game. I shook my head. Smack, smack, smack. “Where is it?” I shook my head harder, now full-on crying.

“Brittany, I…” smack, “said…” smack, “give it…” smack, “to me.” Smack, smack, smack.

“You bastard, let me up.” Now, I’ve never cussed a day in my life, and I think it shocked him because he didn’t move for a good few seconds. I felt him raise his hand and braced myself for the blow which never came.

Instead, I felt one of his thick long fingers being eased into me. Because my limbs were tied back like that, it seemed to make my privates tighter for some reason, and his finger felt monstrous as he moved it in and out of me.

I couldn’t believe I was so turned on; I could hear the sloshing of my juices as he moved that finger in and out of me. I felt the movement of his hand after he pulled his finger out, and it seemed as if he was taking something from his pocket. That was soon followed by a feeling of coldness around my rosebud.

I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what he was doing until he forced something in there as well, and I felt like I would burst. That finger came back into me again, and with whatever he had shoved up my ass, it was an even tighter fit.

Something huge and feral was building in my chest. I could feel it coming as I tried pushing back against his hand to get even more of his finger inside me. Then he started playing a game of chicken. Each time I pushed back, he pulled it out even further until I was sobbing and begging him to fuck me with his finger.

My ass was relatively cooled by now, but he smacked me once more, right over the plug he had inserted in my ass, and that did strange things to me. I realized that he hadn’t spoken one word since I refused his order and was just sitting there looking down at my red ass stuffed with whatever foreign object he had filled it with.

I wasn’t sure which was stronger, the pleasure or the pain, but for some reason, I wanted both. So, I bit him. He didn’t even wince; he just went back to spanking me with one hand while pushing and pulling on that plug until I came all over his leg. I found myself being airlifted mid-orgasm and placed on my chest with my hands and feet still tied behind me. I thought he would raise me onto my knees, but he didn’t. Instead, he drove his cock into me that way with my legs between his, the ties keeping mine close and making my insides tighter.

“Oh, please!” I’m not sure what I was pleading for, but it was too much. There was too much newness. All of it good but overwhelming. My senses were ablaze, and at the center of it all was the fact that this was the man I loved, the man I trusted.

As soon as my mind latched onto that thought, it was as if the pain had receded. My ass still burned, and I’ll be sure to make him pay for that later, but the pain took on new meaning. The way he handled me roughly, like a woman and not a paper doll. The way he forgot to be gentle with me and the way he fucked me. This wasn’t sex, and it sure as shit wasn’t lovemaking. It was raw, unbridled passion.

He entered a place inside me that brought blinding pain, followed quickly by the most intense passion. He groaned out loud, and I felt his cock jump like a fire hose before his seed exploded in what I was sure was my womb.

CHAPTER12

“We’re not done.” Oh, dear heaven, no words have ever filled me with such joy and such angst. What more could he do to me? Something deep inside me ached like a sore tooth that you can’t help picking at, and I wanted to feel it again.

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