He clicks his tongue in mock concern. “What’s the matter, lovely? Feeling the effects of being mine? Did I forget to mention that claiming can be a bit of an aphrodisiac? It will be more intense if I bite you again.”
Suddenly, I’m ravenous for him. I need his touch everywhere. I need him to bite me all over. I need him to consume me. Lust courses through me, burning like a fever, and I arch into him.
I hate him so much, and also, I’m ready to get on my knees and beg for him to do anything he wants to me.
He draws out of me and I whimper at the emptiness. I want to cry, and also, I want to strangle him for making me so needy.
“Kneel like a good little wife,” he taunts.
My body is trembling, my limbs wrung out from running and fucking, but I force myself up to kneel before him in supplication with my tattered dress hanging from my arms.
“Beg.”
Even through the claiming haze, my defiance breaks through. “No.”
“Beg me to fuck your smart mouth or I’ll leave you aching and writhing in the dirt all night.”
“I know how to take care of myself,” I growl, sliding my hand between my legs to try to ease the ache.
“None of that unless I allow it. You’re mine and I decide when and how you get your pleasure.”
Lust rushes through me. I am so disgusted with myself and so turned on. I don’t know how he knows these dark things that I don’t even know about myself, but I have never been so aroused in my life.
“Take off those shreds of clothing and open your mouth.” His voice is low, commanding, and I rush to obey.
I slide the dress off so I’m naked before him.
“Good girl,” he chides. I hate how the affirmation sends a shiver of pleasure through my body. “Hands behind your back.”
I do as he says, and he cups my cheek and tilts my chin up. His other hand tugs on my hair. The pain is grounding, cutting through the lusty haze.
Suddenly, I feel eyes on me from all sides. I can only see shadows in the darkness, but I know they’re there, watching. That awareness sends a rush of wet heat between my thighs, and I shift, trying to get some friction.
“You’d let them watch your wife naked?” I challenge.
“They like to watch a claiming—to know how much of you I own. They like to watch you struggle when you know deep down you want tobelong to me. They like to see a proud woman humbled by need.” He grins and strokes his still-hard cock. “And so do I. Now open your mouth.”
I obey, staring at his enormous cock.
“Take a breath.”
I take a breath, and then he thrusts his cock in deep. It’s almost too big—my jaw aches from being forced so wide. I fight the urge to gag, holding his gaze as my eyes water. He holds himself in my throat.
“Divine damn me, that feels good,” he groans.
He draws out, and I sputter, then he thrusts back in again.
He fucks my mouth mercilessly, like he did my pussy. His roughness just keeps making me hotter and hotter. My skin feels too tight. I need to please him as badly as I need to be touched. My breasts ache, nipples painfully hard.
He groans, deep and guttural, and I almost come just from the sound of his satisfaction.
He thrusts again and holds himself there. My eyes burn with tears, and the urge to pull away, to draw in breath, grows more intense by the second. My vision grows spotty, but I stay where I am. He tightens his grip in my hair as if afraid I’ll draw away, but I don’t want to.
Finally, he pulls out, and I sputter and gasp for air before he thrusts back in deep.
He repeats it again and again, taunting me with his control, with my desire to please him, with the insane lust coursing through my body. He starts pumping faster and harder, his movements frenzied. Both hands come to the back of my head. He thrusts in as deep as he can go and grunts as he spills down my throat.
I swallow as much as I can. He slowly pulls back, taking a few shallow pumps as he curses and pulls my hair harder. I am right on the edge of finishing with him, but I feel too painfully empty.
