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  “Give it to me,” he demands, and I do.

  I cum harder than the last time and chant out his name as he wrings it out of me. He softly licks me a few more times before finally pulling back. My whole body is lax, and I don’t think I can move.

  “I love you so damn much, baby.” He crawls over me, and I look up at him with heavy eyes.

  I feel his big cock slip inside me and then I’m wide awake. I watch his jaw clench, and I wish I could touch him there.

  “I love you, too,” I tell him.

  He takes a deep breath before pushing further inside me.

  “Be still. Let me make love to you.”

  I want to tell him to fuck me. I open my mouth to say so, but I hesitate for a moment because I don’t think I’ve ever even said the word fuck before.

  Just when I’m about to, he kisses me again, leaving me breathless. I taste myself on him as he moves slowly and softly in and out of me. I try to meet his thrusts, but one of his hands goes to my hips, pinning me down.

  “Be a good girl and let me.”

  I don't want to be a good girl. I want to be bad. I want to be used by him. The thought has me clamping down on his cock.

  “You like being my good girl?” he asks.

  “I do,” I admit, but I like being other things with him, too. I want to be everything.

  He picks up his speed a little as his grunts fill the room.

  “Never get enough of you. My little precious girl.” His sweet words send me over. I moan out his name as his warm release fills me. He buries his face in my neck and I feel his teeth lock down on my shoulder. I lean my head back, giving him all the room he might need, but he doesn't bite down.

  Moments later he kisses the spot, then unwraps my wrists and rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him. His cock is still hard inside me. I wiggle, trying to sit up, excited because I’ve never been on top before. But he sees my plan and wraps one arm around me so I can’t move. The other strokes my back.

  “Sleep, baby. Let your pussy rest. I don’t want to hurt you.” I roll my eyes but keep my face buried in his neck. After a few moments, his breathing evens out and I snuggle into him. The strap from the bed catches the corner of my eye and I smile, hatching a plan.

  It’s time to take my own turn with my King. Tomorrow.

  Chapter Four

  King

  I wake up with the feel of my Mina on top of me. I must have been so tired last night that I passed out right after we made love. It’s Saturday and we get to be lazy this morning. Maybe I can surprise her with breakfast in bed, then we can go to that little antique place she’s been talking about. But before any of that happens, I need to taste her pussy. I can’t start my day unless I get to kiss her between her legs and show her how special she is to me.

  My cock aches and I stretch, ready to roll her over and wake her up slowly. As I flex my arms, my eyes pop open and panic takes hold.

  “Mina?” I ask as I pull on my arms and feel the wraps tighten around my wrists. I tug at my legs and they’re wrapped as well. “Mina, what did you do?”

  I feel her hands trace the planes of my chest as she sits up and looks into my eyes. “You know how much I love you, don’t you, King?”

  “Mina, untie me. Right now,” I say, being firm but trying not to get angry. “This was a cute little joke, but undo them so I can kiss you.”

  “My King. You are the love of my life.” She leans down and kisses me softly on my chest. She trails her lips from one nipple to the next, leaving a streak of fire as she goes. “I know that you think I’m delicate—”

  “You are!” I snap, then take a breath. I need to calm down. I can probably break free if I try.

  “I know you think you’re going to hurt me.” I start to say something, but she places a finger over my mouth to silence me. “But you’re not. You’re holding back when we make love and I don’t like it. I want you all in when we’re intimate. I want you to make love to me.” She leans down so her lips are next to my ear. “And I want you to fuck me, too.”

  I squeeze my eyes closed as my cock throbs. Her dirty words send lightning all the way down to my dick. I pull at the restraints and this time I try harder to break them, but they don’t give.

  She kisses my chest again and I look at her. She doesn’t break eye contact as she moves down my naked body, her intent clear.

  “Don’t do that. Stop it, Mina.” I tug the restraints so hard the bed shakes.

  She giggles as she kisses my lower stomach, right next to where my rock-hard cock is lying. “It’s my turn to enjoy you, King.”

  “That’s my job,” I tell her and clench my teeth.

  “You’ve never let me taste you. Not even once. I was an untouched virgin when I met you, and I want to know what it tastes like. What my husband’s cum tastes like.”

  I slam my head back on the pillow and grunt at her filthy words. Never did I expect my sweet, innocent angel to be so hot and nasty. Goddamn it, she’s torturing me, and I’m getting off on it.

  “I think it’s time I learned how to give a blow job.”

  I cry out at the first tease of her tongue across the tip. It’s made worse when she moans around it as she sucks up the cum I can’t stop leaking.

  “Mina, stop, I won’t be able to hold back,” I gasp as she takes more of me into her mouth.

  She pops off and giggles, rubbing her hands up and down the shaft. “That’s the idea, baby. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

  My hips thrust up involuntarily as she goes back down on my dick. I try to hold them down on the mattress, but my legs are so tense the muscles are shaking. “Fuck!” I shout when I hit the back of her throat and she swallows. Her tongue skates down my shaft and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as I try everything I can to keep from cumming, but it won’t stop. “I’m cumming,” I choke out as I try to pull away from her mouth. But she only follows my movements.

  God help me, I look down to see her swallowing all that I give her. My little virgin drinking down every drop, eager for more. I see her hand between her legs and her fingers working her pussy as she does it.

  “Goddamn,” I whisper, hearing how wet she is as she sucks me off. “Untie me, baby. Let me taste how wet you are.”

  “I’m not finished yet,” she says as she kisses her way up my stomach and chest.

  When she sits up, I feel how slick she is as she rubs her pussy on my cock. She raises her hands and slides them down her body before playing with her nipples. Her soaked pussy rubs up and down my hard length, teasing me. My entire body is wired and I know I’m going to break the frame of this bed before she’s done with me.

  “I’ve never been on top either,” she says as she sits up and holds my cock at her opening. “I want you to take me rough, King. That night on the couch when you came home, that was hot. I’m not saying it was the best, because every time with you is the best. But I’m saying I want you to lose control and stop treating me like I’m so fragile.”

  She slowly lowers herself down on my cock and I watch as each inch sinks into her. She moans and hisses as she adjusts to the size, until she’s seated all the way down. Once she’s there, I groan and she begins to move her hips. She leans forward and presses her hands on my chest as her hips work up and down my length.

  My knuckles are white as I clench my fists and my legs ache from pulling at the restraints. But the feel of her riding me is heaven and hell mixed together. Heaven because she’s touching me, but hell because I can’t touch her.

  “Now you know what it feels like,” she says, reading my thoughts. “To love the way it feels but not be able to do what you want. To have that intimacy taken away and to only receive pleasure.”

  She squeezes her walls so tight and cries out as she climaxes on my cock. I growl as I do the same, unable to control myself. I cum inside her, but I’m still hard, still unable to get exactly what I want.

  There’s a caged animal inside me begging to be set free and I don’t know how much longer I can hold him back.

  “I want it all, Kingsley,” she says, her voice breathy. “I want you to leave marks on me and make me ache. I want every ounce of your passion.”

  “Be careful what you wish for,” I say, before the bedframe snaps.

  Chapter Five

  King

  Mina squeals as my hands go to her hips and I start bouncing her up and down on my cock. I don’t pay any attention to the broken frame or the fact that I’ve still got the restraints around my wrists. All I care about right this second is fucking my wife.

  I growl as she moans, her head falling back in ecstasy. I grip her hips so tight I know I’m going to give her the marks she was begging for. I’m rough with her as I move her up and down and jack off my cock with her little cunt. But the heat between us has been building since the first time and I’ve been trying to put a cap on it.

  “Yes, baby. More!” she cries as her body bends to my will.

  “You asked for rough. You asked me to not hold back,” I say as her body tightens. She’s about to cum again, and this time I’m not going to ease her over the edge. I’m going to throw her.

  “King!” she shouts as I reach between us and rub her clit hard and fast.

  She goes over the edge and I don’t let up. She keeps cumming as I pull out and flip her over onto her knees. I slide back inside while her pussy is still pulsing and thrust in and out. I grip her hair with one hand and her hip with the other.

  I lean down and kiss her shoulder before I give her a love bite. She shudders under me, and I feel her body move with mine, loving my treatment.

  I sit up and smack her ass, leaving a little pink on her cheek. She purrs and then pushes her ass back, wiggling it for more. I smack it again and feel her clench my cock when I do it, and I nearly cum inside her. Fuck, she’s always so virgin tight.

  “I need the smell of your pussy on my face,” I say before I pull out and grab her ass with both hands.

  I lean down and cover her cunt with my mouth, tasting the two of us combined. Her cries of pleasure are muffled by the pillow as I eat her out from behind. I suck on her clit as I sneak my pinky up to her tight little ass. I rub her there as I lick her clit and she pushes against my hand. I’ve never done this with her before, but the more I push against it, the wetter she gets. This dark need inside me to possess every inch of her…I didn’t think I could ever take her there. But now the possibility is taking hold and I want to own that part of her, too. I want to claim her ass just like I claimed her pussy, but not right this second. Right now, I want to fuck her until her legs don’t work and she needs to use my dick as a wheelchair.

  I suck on her clit until her pussy pops and gives me all her honey. Then I pull back and slide my cock inside while she’s clenching for more. I ride her hard and grip her hips with an unbreakable hold. She keeps wanting it harder and tighter, ordering me, and I’m her slave. All my control is out the window and I’m overdosing on pleasure.

  She cums three more times before her legs give out and she falls flat on the mattress. I still manage to fuck her like that, lying down on top of her and sliding in and out as I whisper filthy words into her ear.

  When I finally let myself cum for the final time, it takes everything out of me. Wave after wave of pleasure is pulled from me and I can’t stop. Nothing is in my power right now, and everything is complete chaos. My body isn’t listening to me. Instead it’s just going on its base desires. My Mina did this to me. She made me insane with lust for her and I broke all of my carefully constructed rules.

  I manage to roll off without crushing her, and fall down on the bed beside her. I’m covered in sweat, claw marks, and her sweet pussy juice. I lie there gasping for air, but I manage to pull her next to me so I can hold her.

  “I love you,” she says, her voice soft like she’s about to pass out.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, needing to make sure I didn’t hurt her.

  “I’ve never felt better,” she says, placing a kiss on my chest.

  My heart feels like it’s going to explode, but I’m suddenly exhausted.

  “I love you, too,” I answer just before sleep takes me over the edge.

  Chapter Six

  Mina

  I walk through the warehouse. I have no idea what I’m doing. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I know what I’m pretending to do, but my main goal is to poke at my husband, who’s driving me crazy. He has been since we woke up Saturday afternoon.

  I see a clipboard lying on one of the worktables. Picking it up, I pretend to be busy because I know my husband is going to be exploding from his office. As if my thoughts conjure him, I hear my name bellowed from across the warehouse.

  I look over to see Gabe, who’s in his early sixties, looking at me and smiling before shaking his head. I roll my eyes and keep moving.

  I snuck out on King when he’d taken a phone call about the new warehouse. I was super excited about it. It slipped my mind for a moment when I woke up alone in the early afternoon in bed and went in search of my husband.

  I found him in the kitchen making us something to eat. He came right to me and picked me up. He sat me on the kitchen counter, then pulled his oversized shirt I’d been wearing off me. I thought he was going to take me right there on the kitchen counter. I was wrong.

  He looked over my body from head to toe, staring at every mark he’d left on my skin. I loved them. Seeing them made me wet between my thighs because I wanted more of it. My King didn't feel the same. I could see the remorse written all over his face. No matter how much I tried to tell him I loved it, I couldn't make the cloud in his eyes go away. Stupid, unnecessary guilt was riding him.

  He spent the rest of the weekend being soft and sweet with me, telling me about the big deal he made. He made me dinner, and we didn't have sex again. Every time I tried he’d fall to his knees and eat my pussy until I passed out. I needed to break through to him.

  I turn when I hear his heavy steps getting closer to me and bite my lip to keep from smiling. After I tied King to the bed something shifted a little inside me. I feel bolder and it’s fun poking at his control. But I hate the guilt that eats him up. He has to see how much I love all the different ways we make love. I don’t want him to ever hold anything back from me. I want him to be himself in whatever way that comes out. I know I’ll love every one of them.

  His longs legs stride towards me, his jeans tight on his thighs. His plain white shirt has a few grease smudges on it from when he worked on one of the trucks first thing this morning. His five o'clock shadow is already showing and it’s not even noon. My core clenches when I see the look on his face.

  His eyes go to my legs, which are bare because I’m in a dress. When we left the house I had leggings on under it but took them off before coming down to the warehouse floor. This place is usually sweltering, no matter how hard we blast the air conditioning.

  “What are you doing?” he bursts out, and I shrug.

  “Whatever I want,” I say, turning and giving him my back. I start to walk away, pretending to work, but then suddenly strong arms grip my hips and spin me back around to face him. I look up into his blue eyes and my breath catches.

  “Someone isn't being a good girl,” he growls, so low only I can hear him.

  My breathing picks up at his words. He slips the clipboard from my hand, tossing it off to the side. It hits the concrete floor with a loud thud.

  “What are you going to do about it?” I ask, and his eyes flare.

  He leans down and I feel his breath on my lips. “Don’t push it. That dirty mouth you’ve picked up while I was out of town is going to get your little ass in trouble.”

  I lick my lips and he doesn’t miss the slow slide of my tongue across my lips. He sucks in a breath, no doubt thinking of the last time he had his cock there.

  “I’d love to show you again how dirty my mouth can be.” I slide a hand up his chest and I have to stand on my tiptoes to run it up the back of his neck. “You could take me to your office. Make me suck your cock to work off all this tension. Though I’m not sure that would be punishment for me being a bad girl since I love your cock in my mouth.”

  Before I can blink, I’m flying through the air and landing over King’s shoulder.

  “Get back to work!” he shouts as he moves through the warehouse faster than I thought possible. I blush. In all the fun I was having, I forgot that people were working in the warehouse. I’d gotten lost in the moment with King. His eyes always do that to me. Hell, all of him does that to me.

  He takes the stairs up to his office two at a time. The big glass window in his office overlooks the whole place. When he enters the room he slams the door behind us. He walks over to the sofa and drops me onto it, then strides over to the window and jerks on the cord to close the blinds, blocking everyone's view. Finally he goes to the door and flips the lock.

  My heart starts to pound. We’ve never had sex in his office before. I’ve tried to bait him, but every time, he’d grab me and we’d leave. He’d take me home and make love to me there. This feels dirty.

  With his back to me, he places his hand on the door and takes a few heavy breaths. He’s trying to get it together. I slip my hands under my dress and pull off my underwear. I toss them onto the floor in front of me before hiking my dress up and leaning back. I slide my hands between my legs and spread my lips.

  “King. I need you,” I moan.

  Slowly he turns and his body goes rock solid at the sight of me. I know I’ve got him once again.

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