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ARIANA
I watched Enzo breathing heavily. He tried to close his eyes but it didn't work for him. He probably would have had images of me, showing him my pussy. He opened his eyes again and growled in frustration. “You are playing with fire, my wife. If you don't want to get hurt, I would suggest you come to me, on your knees and beg me to give you what you want.” Enzo tried to threaten me. As if he could manipulate me that easily.
I could see his cock throbbing in his tight jeans he was wearing. He was constantly trying to readjust that thing but it looked like he ran out of space. I knew that one last push would get him on his knees. I rested my head and my back against the pillow wall. I was still in the sitting position.
I opened my legs as wide as I could. “Like I can't see your cock trying to rip it's way out of your pants. I am not the one who will be begging on her knees. It will be you.” I replied to him while smirking at him. I knew I was winning against him.
With that, I started playing with myself. He had told me that I was not allowed to touch myself. According to him, my pussy, my ass, my breasts, my whole body belonged to him. And only he could touch me. Even I was not allowed to touch myself.
I knew he was angry when I started touching myself. He walked toward the bed slowly. I watched him take his clothes off of his body. I was deliberately moaning louder as I touched myself. Although, my touch was not as sensual as Enzo's. I still had to put up a show to make him weaker.
Arching my back, I was about to push my middle finger inside my pussy when he grabbed my hand. I gasped when he pulled my hand away from my pussy. He pushed my fingers inside his mouth and sucked my juice off of it. Once he had cleaned my fingers, he grabbed my hands and pinned them both above my head.
I was so busy enjoying the warmth of his body that was warming me up as well, I didn't notice when he tied my hands up against the bed post. “You have been very naughty. Disobeying me constantly. Touching something that was mine. You kicked me out of our bedroom. Now it's time for your punishment.” There was something about his deep and husky voice that made me shiver. It was a sensual feeling.
He forced my knees apart. He licked all four of his fingers. He was holding my legs apart, one with his body weight and the other one with his hand. With his free hand, he started slapping my pussy. And he was slapping very hard. And he didn't stop until my pussy was crimson. I was breathing heavily. He stopped right before I was near.
As I calmed down a little, he started flicking my clitoris. The pain and pleasure mixed together. And as I got closer to my release, he pulled away again. I kicked his ass when he was about to get off of the bed and he fell on the ground.
He looked at me in disbelief. “If you keep on doing this, I will make sure to never let you have a piece of me for the rest of my life. Make me cum or else.” I growled at him angrily. I was frustrated to the point that I didn't care if anyone would have heard me, literally demanding my husband to let me have my orgasm.
He chuckled as he stood up. “Yes, ma'am!” He replied huskily, crawling back on the bed. He laid on top of me, burying his face in the crock of my neck. With one hand, he was punching my nipple while he pushed the middle finger of his free hand inside my pussy. I gasped as I realized that he had a kind of small vibrator on his fingers. His fingers were pushing against my sweet spot while the vibrator was doing it's magic on my clitoris.
I was breathing heavily, my body was shaking and I could feel the storm brewing in the pit of my stomach. He added another finger in and he bit onto my neck. I arched my back and let go of the storm I had been holding inside me for too long.
I watched him literally bathing in my juice. He didn't stop. He was constantly rubbing my clitoris until I couldn't cum anymore. Breathing heavily, I fell on the pillow, satisfied with his attention. “Oh, we're not done just yet.” He growled in my ear. Before I could understand what he was doing, he pushed his rock hard cock inside me.
He made it slow, sensual and painful in a sexual way. He pushed his cock inside me inch by inch while I wanted him to fill me up in a thrust. “You belong to me.” He whispered the same words in my ear as he did when he was fucking me for the first time. Back then, he said it out of anger. But now, I only heard possession and love in his voice.