“Y-yes.”
“Is that so?” I taunt near his ear before removing my mask and sucking and nibbling on the lobe. I bite down hard, and Cole nearly comes on the spot. “Hands behind your back.”
When he doesn’t immediately cooperate, I reach into my back pocket, pull out the cheap handcuffs I got from a sketchy website, then secure his wrists one handed. Cole struggles for the first time tonight, but it only excites me more.
The latch finally clicks into place with such finality, I’m surprised the sleeping birds don’t wake up and erupt from the branches overhead.
Cole tries to look at me over his shoulder as he wrings his wrists to escape the cuffs. It’s fruitless. While they’re cheap, I’ve already double and triple checked their durability. No scared, aroused husbands can escape these bad boys.
I lean in close to his ear again and whisper, “Now, be a good boy and open your mouth.”
This time, he obeys, and I waste no time placing the small key on his tongue. “I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Try not to swallow the key, alright? If you do, you have to explain to the paramedics how you ended up swallowing the key to the handcuffs.” My voice drops. “…with my cum dried on your face, and leaking out of your ass.”
I can feel him stiffen, and it makes me chuckle.
Reaching between our bodies, I tease his butt crack with my dick. “Such a good fucking boy, Cole, playing my twisted games. Don’t do anything stupid. If you spit the key out, I won’t let you come. Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after. Remember the last time I denied you an orgasm?”
He stays silent, unable to talk with the key to his freedom resting on his tongue. I bet his mouth is filling with saliva.
I release my dick and reach into my other back pocket to retrieve the sachet of lube. I tear it with my teeth, spit the torn corner on the ground, and squeeze a healthy dose onto myfingers. The cool liquid threatens to slide to the forest floor. I lube up his back hole, smiling to myself as he trembles from the contact.
“I didn’t let you come for two weeks. This time, I’ll leave it a month.”
Cole whimpers pitifully and shakes his head. If he didn’t have the key on his tongue, he would beg and plead for me to fuck him. If that didn’t work, he’d try to push my jealous buttons. That’s a neat little trick in his back pocket that always gets his way when we play our cat-and-mouse sexual games.
“For once,” I whisper against his pulse point, feeling it thrash beneath my lips, “I’m ahead of you.” In one quick move, I bite down hard and simultaneously ram my dick inside him.
Cole grunts at the sudden intrusion, his neck breaking out in a cold sweat, his body stiff.
“Fuck,” I breathe through clenched teeth, my forehead pressed to the sensitive area where his neck meets his shoulder. “Fucking fuck! You feel so good.”
He shudders, and I reach around to stroke his massive cock. I brush my lips up against his ear again and whisper, “Did you swallow the key?”
Shaking his head, he moves his hips, chasing an orgasm I won’t let him reach just yet. Not until I’ve fucked him so damn good, he feels me every time he sits down for the next week.
I want his ass sore next time he attends a team meeting.
“Mine,” I growl, sliding out to the tip and thrusting back in with such force, he would topple over if it weren’t for the belt around his neck—a belt I have rolled around my palm.
I pull him back, so his spine is glued to my chest, and then I pound his tight hole. My thighs quiver and burn, but even that feels good. Everything feels like heaven when Cole groans like my big dick in his ass is the best thing to happen to him.
His own length throbs in my hand, angry and impossibly swollen. I stroke him slowly, teasing him until he’s right on the edge. The moment I feel him tremble, I release his cock and force my thick fingers into his mouth. Saliva trickles from his lips, and I press down on the key on his tongue while ramming into his ass so hard, I’m surprised we’re still upright.
Cole gags, and more saliva pools in his mouth. I bite down hard on his earlobe, then soothe the sting with my tongue. “I have the best fucking husband in the world. You take my dick so well, don’t you, Cole? I’m so fucking lucky. Feel that? Feel my cock taking what belongs to it? What has always belonged to it even when you were a stubborn brat who used to push me away? I’m the only one who has fucked this ass and the only one who will ever stick my dick in you.”
Raging possessiveness courses through me the more I talk. I apply more pressure to his throbbing cock, then smirk when he groans and chokes around my fingers.
He’s close.
One more filthy, degrading word, and he’ll ejaculate all over the tree in front of us.
Now I’m jealous of nature.
I slide my fingers from his mouth and slam my hand over his mouth and nose. Cole’s eyes blow wide open.
He stands no chance with his oxygen gone, my cock tearing through his ass—pounding and fucking pounding—and his dick pulsing in my hand. Two more strokes, three, and cum squirts from his cock. A guttural groan vibrates his chest. I let go of all control, becoming more animal than man as I fuck him into next Sunday.
The moment the orgasm hits, we collapse forward and pant like we’ve raced a marathon. Cole trembles beneath me as my heart hammers against his back, and I burrow my nose in his neck to breathe in his masculine, citrusy scent.
