She oozed with wetness around the toy he had stuffed in her pussy. The thick extraordinary length of his cock continued to inch its way inside her asshole.
“Fuck,” he roared behind then leaning over he removed her binds and curled his arm around her waist, pressing her body to his, and shoving more of his cock inside her once virgin ass.
She was frantic, hysterical. Would have crumbled to the floor if it weren’t for Silas holding her upright.
“Can you feel me inside your tight little asshole, Arabelle? Can you feel my cock tearing down your barrier until you take every part of me? Answer me,” he growled. He had taken a hold of her hair and pulled her head to the side. He bit into the side of her neck, hard enough that he would leave his teeth marks there for anyone to see.
“Yes,” she answered, rattled and misplaced. Every part of her ached. Her pussy, her ass, her scalp where he pulled, where he had bitten her and nothing had felt more sublime.
“Tell me you want the whole of my cock. Tell me you want me to put the rest of my cock inside of you, Arabelle.” He released her hair and taking one of her hands, he made her reach behind, and forced her to curl her hand around the length of his cock that was still outside her body.
It was too much. She was already overloaded. He was going to kill her.
“Please,” she said instead and Silas issued another low fierce growl in her ear before he penetrated her fully. He didn’t do it in stages. He didn’t prepare her with butt plugs as she knew was a common thing to do. He wanted the first thing in her ass to be his cock.
Writhing in his arms, Silas crushed her body to his and forced her to accept him, all of him.
“There will be no divorce between us. That ring never comes off your finger until I’m dead. You’re mine for now and for eternity. I fucking own you,” he roared. “You’re my wife.” But when he said those words, his voice dropped and her heart exploded. “My wife.”
She didn’t know what happened but somehow Silas pressed a button and the toy in her pussy started to vibrate with such violence she crashed into a tsunami of an orgasm. Every part of her squeezed shut then released and it was at that moment, that Silas, pulled her closer still, his nose in her hair, as he came deep inside her asshole.
“Have I made myself clear, girl?” he asked, his cock still pulsing inside her. Her pussy still spasming from the most incredible orgasm she had ever had.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
He pulled out of her but didn’t release her yet.
Arabelle’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief when Silas then slipped a butt plug into her ass, the flared base snug against her cheeks.
He fully released her then and soothed her dress over her ass.
“I’ll give you a minute to freshen up. We have dinner guests downstairs.
“What?” Sure she was misunderstanding him.
“You heard me,” he said repairing his clothes, putting on his jacket and his tie. He brushed his hair back with his fingers and then stared her down.
“Or I take you as you are.”
“But—”
“Did you think that was your punishment for uttering the word divorce again? No. This is your punishment, Arabelle. And now that Massimo is not there anymore…” He let that hang.
Arabelle staggered backward and clutched onto the table as the toy inside her pussy buzzed silently. She glared at him and knew he had the remote in his pocket.
“Don’t.”
“Thirty seconds.”
Arabelle quickly tried to neaten her hair. She tried to pull her dress further down than it could go. She was a hot mess and anyone looking at her would know that.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Where he had bitten her was now a red bruise. She ran her fingers through her hair and prayed no one would know what was happening under her clothes. That to teach her to obey him, her husband who she had been so dead set on leaving, had spanked her with his belt. That he had punished her too for wanting to leave him by claiming her virgin asshole.
Not only that, but he had also come inside her with the most brilliant sensations she could have ever experienced and then he propped her with a butt plug to keep his cum inside her while taking her downstairs to a dinner party she had gate crashed out of jealousy. She also had a hickey on the side of her neck and a toy in her pussy that Silas controlled.
When he reached for her hand, she took it with a desperation that seemed to bloom since the moment she had set eyes on him.
She clung to him and he let her.
Arabelle never left his side. She clutched his hand, or his jacket as if her life depended on it. Her movements were slow, her smile shy and throughout the whole evening, Silas protected her like a bear.
He showed her off. He made it known so subtly, so dangerously he would kill anyone and their family who threatened his wife. Every so often he would fiddle with the toy inside her. Setting it on the lowest settings that would have her clinging to him in desperation again. But it was just a reminder of what he had done to her. What he could do to her.
She didn’t know where she stood with him anymore.
Would she ever know the real reason he had married her?