I hooked my thumbs in them and slid them down my thighs before stepping out of them, kicking them aside as well. I was now bare in front of him, my nipples hardened to tiny little points on my chest, ready for his touch and his mouth.
“Kneel.”
My eyes widened in surprise, and I swallowed thickly. Jaxon took a step closer to me, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Kneel,” he growled again.
Drawing in a deep breath, I quickly dropped to my knees on command. He stroked his cock a little faster. “I want you to get yourself off, baby girl. Eyes on me as you do.” I trembled, unsure if I wanted to do this anymore. I was so new to all of this.
“Inessa,” he rasped. I locked my eyes on him. “This is a safe space,” he assured me, relaxing me with his words. “Get yourself off, baby girl. I’ll reward you if you do.”
A reward.
My entire body erupted in tingles.
I slid my hand between my legs, moaning as I watched him jack himself off. “That’s it, baby. Think of me. Think of my cock sliding inside your tight, wet cunt.”
I moaned, licking my lips when I saw precum bead on the tip of his cock. I wanted to lick it so bad, but I also wanted to please him. I rubbed my clit harder with the heel of my hand, sliding two fingers into my pussy.
A growl rumbled from Jaxon’s chest, and it spurred me on. My breaths panted out of me, my chest heaving as I struggled to fill my lungs. Everything ceased to exist except for us in this moment.
Our moans filled the closet until I came, and Jaxon came on my chest shortly after. His cum slid down my breasts, dripping off my nipples. It ran in the valley between my tits, sliding over my belly button and running down to my cunt.
I barely had time to regulate my breathing before my husband yanked me off the floor, shoved aside my clothes, and settled me on my dresser. “Hands above your head,” he ordered.
I grasped the metal bar above my head, and Jaxon slid inside of me, fucking me.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his eyes locked on mine.
“Yours,” I panted, completely in agreement. I pressed my lips to his. “Fuck me—please.” I needed his savagery, not his gentleness.
He spread my thighs as far as they would go and proceeded to fuck me just as I’d begged him to all while his cum continued to run down my body, lubricating his cock so I was a wet, slippery mess.
He crushed my body to his, his lips working with mine as he slid in and out of me, his cock bruising my cervix with each hit, but I didn’t care. I craved the pain he caused me because I knew when it really came down to it, even in his most angered moments, my husband would never harm me.
I was safe with him.
And with that knowledge, I gave my husband complete control over my body and my mind, allowing him to own me completely.
“Jaxon,” I whimpered, my back arching, my body ready to explode. I needed it. I needed to come so bad.
“Not yet,” he rasped. He rubbed my clit. My walls fluttered around him. “Don’t you come yet, Inessa.”
Sobs wracked my chest. “Jaxon, please,” I begged. I tightened my hands around the bar, trying to move away from his skilled fingers, but his other arm wrapped around me, crushing me against him. I screamed, my arms shaking.
“You’re doing good,” he praised. “Keep holding on for me, baby girl. I promise it’ll feel so much better if you hold on for me, little wife.”
“I need it,” I cried. Tears were running down my cheeks. It was taking everything in me not to come all over his cock.
“Little longer,” he rumbled against my lips. “God, you’re so wet, Inessa. So wet and so fucking sweet and warm.”
“Jax—”
“Now,” he growled. “Come now, little wife.”
I screamed his name, my hands falling. He tightened his arms around me, his seed filling me up all while he held me as my body shook and convulsed in his arms, my lungs momentarily not working.
He was right. It had felt so much better.