Kassam runs one oil-slick hand over the shaft of the damned thing, then pours a little more oil on it and works his palm along the length. "You're such a good girl for me," he murmurs. "Even though you're trembling, you still want to do this, don't you?"
I'm trembling? I whimper a response, because I guess I am. I just need him to touch me desperately, and I'm so aroused I can't stand it. I feel like a bomb ready to go off, just waiting for my fuse to be lit. "Kassam," I plead. "Touch me. I'm so close."
"I've got you, little light," he murmurs, and teases the head of the thing around one of my gleaming nipples. I bite my lip, because it feels good, of course, but it's also exactly the wrong end of the body I want him teasing. "So pretty. I don't think I've ever seen something prettier than you like this, eager for me, my Carly." He trails the head of the dildo down my belly, to my navel. "Do you need to come?"
"Yes."
"Did you want to use your word?"
"Fuck no," I blurt out, arching my hips, my hands pulling at the restraints. "Please. Just touch me."
With a wicked grin, he trails it lower, rubbing it over my mound and then using it to part the folds of my sex. He rubs the head of it back and forth against my clit, and I cry out, so close to the edge that I can taste it, only for him to skim away once more. "I tied you up so I could play with you," Kassam says in a light voice. "Aren't you having fun?"
"Fuck you," I wheeze as he dips the head of it to the entrance of my core. It feels so good there that I arch up—only for him to tease it away again. "Kassam!"
"Ask me nicely, wife."
I want to kiss the hell out of him—or tear his head off.
When I don't comply, he tsks as if displeased, but his grin widens and I know he's loving this. Like the tormentor he is, Kassam uses the dildo on me everywhere except where I need it. He teases my clit, circles the entrance to my core but never dips in, and all the while whispers filthy, delicious things to me. He plays me like a violin, watching me from the edge of the bed with that hungry look on his face, and I know he's drinking in every whiny noise I make, every twist in the silken bonds, every time my hips jerk frantically.
"Please," I beg, finally breaking. "Please, Kassam. Please fuck me."
"I'll consider it."
"I asked nicely," I cry, nearly at tears. I'm so turned on that it's making me crazy. "Please, Kassam. I asked so nicely. Please, please."
He caresses my face with one oil-slick hand and I turn, pressing my cheek toward his touch. I'm so desperate and needy, and when his finger skims over my lip, I capture the tip in my mouth and suck on it, trying to entice him. The oil has a slightly herbal taste to it, but I don't care if it's edible or not. All that matters is Kassam.
"My pretty little wife," he murmurs, watching as I suck frantically on his finger. "I love seeing you need me as much as I need you."
Need him as much as he needs me? What—
Kassam pushes the dildo home, pumping it into me.
I make an obscene cawing noise when it finally sinks in, and my entire body quivers and spasms. A hard orgasm rips through me, because the dildo—along with the plug—makes for a tight fit, and it's sending sparks of sensation all through my body in all the right places. It feels like nothing I've experienced before, and I quake with the intensity of my climax.
Before I can catch my breath, though, Kassam is there again. He cups me by the back of my neck and hovers his mouth over mine, an intense look on his face as he works the dildo in and out of my cunt. "Can I kiss you?"
"Always," I breathe, and then his mouth is on mine, and he's kissing me hard and fast and needy, and all the while he fucks me with the dildo, the strokes quick and certain. Another orgasm rockets through me, and I clench hard around the dildo even as he drives it into my body over and over again as his lips caress me.
"Do it for me again," he whispers between kisses. "I love watching you come."
I breathe his name against his lips, arching as he changes the angle of the dildo, and then suddenly it's all pressure and tightness, stroking against that perfect spot inside me even as the plug in my ass adds to the intensity. I'm sweating as he frantically drives me up towards another climax, and this time, when I come, I scream as if I'm coming apart at the seams.
He hovers over me, drinking in my responses from inches away, his gaze moving over my face. "Mine," he finally whispers, and grazes his teeth along the line of my jaw. "My sweet little wife."
Orgasm-drunk, I sag in the bonds. I tilt my head so he can kiss my neck, but I'm too tired to do anything else. Tired, but the lower half of me is still throbbing with awareness of that enormous dildo lodged inside me, along with the plug. I shift a little as Kassam rubs his cheek to mine, like a cat in heat. Only one of us has come, I realize, and this isn't over yet. My body quivers at the realization, and I moan as Kassam reaches down between us and teases my clit, my channel clenching around the invasive shaft inside me.
"Should I make you come again?" Kassam whispers, his gaze tender as he lifts his head, watching me. "Or do you finally need your word?"
I cry out, shuddering against him as he circles my clit, everything in me tightening up again. "Can…can you die from orgasms?" I wheeze. "Because if so, I'm close."
He chuckles, moving in to kiss me again. "Remember, I like you alive."
Oh, I can't forget. Just like I can't forget the plug inside me, or the dildo that I'm even now clenching around helplessly as he rubs my clit and makes me come again. The orgasm he wrings out of me is hard and messy, and I whimper when the quaking in my body subsides and I can breathe once more.
Before I have time to process what he's doing, Kassam pulls the bigger toy free from my body and moves over me. "My wife," he says, sounding possessive as hell. "My anchor. My Carly." He sinks into me, and he feels bigger than ever, thanks to the plug still in my ass. I gasp, then lift my trembling, exhausted legs around his hips as he fucks me brutally, driving into me with a ferocious intensity that takes my breath away. "Mine alone."
And as I spiral into yet another orgasm, I'm dimly aware of how possessive Kassam is…and how much I love it. I don't think anyone expected him to be so feral and possessive when it comes to me, least of all him. Here I thought our marriage would be a sham.
I'm starting to realize that when Kassam promised forever, he meant it.
39
Sometime later, when Kassam is finished with me, the plug is removed from my backside and he releases my wrists and gives me a sponge bath. He kisses and cuddles me for a while, stroking my hair and snuggling as I drift in post-orgasmic bliss. He kisses me one last time and then tucks the blankets carefully around me before heading down to the feast in his honor. He's all energy, but I'm wrecked and exhausted. I doze off in a nest of pillows, sore but sated.
A heavy weight sitting on the edge of the bed wakes me up from deep sleep. I groan, rolling over on my side. "Back already?"
"I'm afraid not," says a voice that's not Kassam's. "He's supervising the orgy downstairs."