2
Crow
I had every right to be pissed, and no one would change my mind about that. I loved my brother and would give my life to save his. But I’d never forget how blue Pearl was when I found her bleeding on the floor. I hadn’t been there to protect her, and Cane took it upon himself to beat her within an inch of her life. This woman was my wife now, and it was my responsibility to keep her safe.
I took the job seriously.
She’d been raped by a psychopath. She’d been beaten by an asshole. And she’d been assaulted again by the same psychopath. Now it was the honeymoon phase, a time when both of us would be happy.
I came home at my usual time and was greeted by Lars.
“Hello, sir. Dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Make it two hours.” I loosened my tie as I approached the stairs. Button better be ready for me when I walked into that bedroom. That mouth was about to be fucked until I hit her gag reflex. “And I apologize for my behavior earlier. I was being an ass.” I didn’t feel guilty for treating Cane like shit because he deserved it. But Lars had been nothing but loyal since he started working for my family decades ago. He didn’t deserve anything but my respect.
“Nonsense, sir.” Lars would say that even if I were wrong. He cared more about making me feel better than accepting an apology he deserved. “But I appreciate your saying it anyway.”
I patted his shoulder then walked upstairs. “Don’t disturb us. We’ll come down when we’re ready.”
“Of course, Your Grace.” Lars knew exactly what it meant when I said I didn’t want to be disturbed. I wanted to fuck my wife in peace without having the rest of the staff overhear us.
I reached the third floor and unbuttoned my shirt as I went. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind she would follow my orders. She was stubborn and argumentative, choosing to defy me out of principle.
I opened the door, and just as I expected, she was there.
Buck naked.
Ass in the air.
Goddamn perfect.
I kicked the door shut behind me and undressed, dropping my suit jacket, tie, and collared shirt. I slowly approached her as I undid my belt and let my cock loose. He was hard and red at the tip from all the blood that rushed through my length. I stripped off everything and stood in front of her, feeling like a king in front of my queen.
She had the nicest ass, and at this angle, I could see the steep curve in her back. She was all woman, smooth skin and gorgeous curves. Her wedding ring was on her left hand, exactly where she left it every single day. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and gently yanked her back, forcing her eyes upward and onto my face.
I dominated her as every husband should dominate his wife. We might be married, but I still owned her. She wore the last button I never gave her, so she would always be in my debt. She would always be my willing prisoner.
I grabbed the base of my cock and rubbed my tip across her lips, smearing the drop of lubricant that formed at my head across her beautiful mouth. Her mouth was slightly open, and I could see her small teeth behind her lips.
“Wider.”
She opened her jaw wide and flattened her tongue.
I inserted my cock into her mouth just the way I would enter her pussy. I felt the tightness of her throat as I moved deep inside. Her tongue acted as a cushion, rough and soft at the same time. I felt her saliva surround me, lubricating my thick length as I fucked her in the mouth.
I kept one hand tight in her hair as I thrust my hips and moved in and out. Saliva fell from her lips and dripped to the floor. Tears formed in her eyes as she resisted her gag reflex. I loved seeing those, the tears from my enormous cock.
I was pissed at her for defying my wishes by spending time with Cane. But I couldn’t tell her what to do. This woman would never listen to a command I issued—unless it involved sex. So I would get my way now, relieve my frustration by ruling over her.
I wanted to come, but I still had two other places to visit. I pulled my cock out of her mouth then wiped away her tears with the pad of my thumb. “Turn around, Button.”
She did as I asked and positioned her ass at the edge of the bed. Her wet sex was gleaming with arousal, and I knew she enjoyed giving that blow job as much as I enjoyed receiving it.
I shoved myself inside her and felt her walls constrict around me at the intrusion. Her arousal slickened my entrance and allowed me to squeeze through her tight channel. She felt unbelievable, just as good as every other time I fucked her. “Hands behind your back.”