“Yes, my queen.”
“And what’s the safe word?”
“Voorhees.” I picked the new safe word after a Halloween party Chase threw. I also told him to retire the costume for something new since he’d been the same thing for five years.
“Relax and let me take this out first.” He drops his head to the pillow, groaning like a feral beast as I pull the plug from his ass and tossing it aside. “Are you ready, or do you need a minute?”
“I’m ready.”
Smack.
“That was too light. One.”
Smack.
“Better, my queen. Two.”
“Harder?”
“Uhm.” He adjusts his legs and takes a deep breath. “Please, my queen.” I still don’t go full force, but I give him what he asks for. He almost shoots off the bed. “OH FUCK! THREE! JESUS FUCKING CHRI?—”
“Color?”
“Green, baby. Fuck!” he howls, and bites down on the pillow before turning back to look at me. It’s pitiful, and I want to remember this look on his face for the rest of my life. “Ren, I’m gonna come if you do that much more. I’m sorry. I’m?—”
“New. You’re new, Puppy, and all this stimulation isn’t something you’re used to.” I rub the warm spot on his ass cheek that’s turning a red, and he nods. “Okay. Do you think you can take one more?”
“Yes, my perfect wife.”
“Atta boy.”
CRACK!
“FOUR! Holy shit, Ren! Please! Please, my goddess, my beautiful wife, please?”
I give him a bottle of water and make him drink it through his whines and whimpers; fuck, I love the noises this pretty boy makes. When he’s finished the bottle, I stand in front of him, brushing his hair back. He presses his head against my hand, begging me with his eyes. I lean in, nibbling on his ear while I tease his cock.
“What do you want?”
“You, my queen.”
“You want my pussy, you little whore? Beg for it.”
“My greedy cock needs to be inside of your incredible pussy, my queen. To fill you until you can’t breathe and our cum drips from your beautiful cunt.”
“Someone’s been practicing new lines,” I smirk, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. I reach over his head, pulling the straps over his wrists, but don’t tighten them. He’s free to let go of them when he wants. I reach down between my legs as he watches me move my panties to the side, hunger in his eyes. He’s so ready, he drips down my fingers as I rub his cock through my slit.
“Please, Renate. Use me like your toys. I promise not to come until you tell me.”
His words have me so wet, I slide him into me with ease as our moans echo around us. He pulls on the straps, threatening to rip them off the bedposts as I ride his cock, bouncing the way we both like. He licks his lips, watching me, craving me as I throw my head back and say his name. I can feel his eyes watching me as I run my hands over the lace dress I’m wearing—the one he wants to rip off of me.
“I have a job for you, Puppy,” I say in a breathy voice, looking down at him.
“W-what? What do you want, my queen?”
“I want you to be a good boy, and fuck a baby into me. Right. Now.”
I’ve asked him to do that in every city, every hotel room, every chance we have, and each time he gets bolder and it gets better. The transition from curious and worried he’d hurt me into this wild man beneath me has been like poetry in motion. And the way he fucks me now—with equal parts passion and primal desire—is too perfect to be heavenly. Chase isn’t my sweet angel anymore; He’s my ideal devil.
