Her pain, his pleasure

Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted but closed back. She was taking several deep breaths now. I resisted the urge to laugh.

Torturing Emily was going to be so much fun. I couldn’t wait for her to break more rules.

It took too much control not to buck when her hands touched the band of my briefs by my groin. She just had to touch there, although she avoided any contact with my dick.

She could run but she couldn’t hide.

Her eyes slip shut as she slip the brief down and my cock sprang free. I loved that her eyes were closed, I could release that smile that had been tempting to escape.

I wanted to pull her by the hair and force my cock into her mouth, but this wasn't for my pleasure, it was to teach Emily a lesson.

“Touch it, Emily.” I snarled, teetering at the edge of control. She must have felt the anger in my voice because her fingers came up in a jump, but her eyes didn’t open.

I smiled, she shouldn’t be so shy, this wouldn’t be her first time sucking someone’s cock. Her finger came around me that perfect way.

I needed something to grip. Fuck!

“Now open your eyes and do something useful with those lips.” I snarled. Fuck! “Lick me, Emily.”

Her whole body trembled as she opened her mouth, parting those lush lips and bringing out her tongue.

When that pink tiny tip of her tongue came in contact with the tip of my cock, I lost all control.

My fingers fastened around her for a second for her to lick me before I pushed in.

“Suck Emily.”

Her mouth was so small, so warm, pushing deeper into a woman’s mouth had never been so satisfying.

I could feel the little tongue sliding, she hadn’t taken half of me when it seemed like she couldn’t take anymore. I knew I was bigger than most men in that aspect, but what kind of dicks had she been sucking if she couldn’t take in this much.

“More Emily. I’m sure you can make space in that little mouth of yours.” I murmured, the heat in her mouth was drugging me, the pleasure that small soft mouth was delivering was maddening. I gripped her hair tighter. I was King. I was in control.

I eased off her mouth a little, giving her a little space to breathe and letting her hear my next words. “Your punishment won’t be over with this if I’m unsatisfied.”

I thrust into her mouth again to push the words I had spoken, this time she took in more of me, it seemed like I had caught her off guard the first time but now she was ready. She fucking sucked me. Now it wasn’t just me pushing in, it was also her sucking me in. Nothing could have helped me to keep in the groan that escaped my throat at her assault.

I couldn’t keep still, she had opened the beast in me, I thrust into her harder, loving her sweet wet mouth, fighting the need to surrender to her, tugging for control.

My groan sounded foreign in my ears when a woman made me so mad. Anger coursed through my veins as I admitted that she had won this instead of me, I had been brought low like any common man.

I grabbed her head with both hands as I pushed in one last thrust, pushing deeper than I knew she could handle, choking her as I spilled my seeds on the base of her neck.

I had to win at the end. Losing control of a woman would never be an option for me. Not one drop of my seed would fall to the ground.

When I finally let go and eased out of her mouth, she fell to the ground, staying still for a moment before finally gasping for breath.

I would take things slow and steady, but I could take it one step forward by asking her to come back and put my pants in place. As she finally raised her head, there were beads of tears around her eyes.

She was crying. My sex high became liquified in seconds.

This wasn’t satisfaction.

I avoided her eyes as I put my clothes back in place, I shrugged the guilt off my shoulders. She deserved it. This was for her good. Yet deep down in my heart, I couldn’t wait for her next offense, my brain already weaving means to wring out pleasures from her.

I wouldn’t fuck her until she was willing, but I’d fuck with her whenever she deserved it.

“Get ready, we’ll be going out in 30 minutes,” I commanded before making my way out of the suite.

It was a good thing I had an office here, I couldn’t take two separate rooms for us because it would raise unpleasant rumors so in times like this, I’d have to resort to my office.

My phone rang, shifting my thoughts off Emily.

“Baxter,” I called his name as soon as I picked up the call. Baxter would always be my most trusted man. He was faithful as well as loyal. He owed me everything he had today and he was grateful for it, including his life.

“We have figured out where the fire started from but there is nothing about what started it.” He said, his voice remorseful.

“How many causalities in total?” I asked.

“We lost four lives, but there are twelve in the hospital. Three would lose their legs, one would lose an arm, but the rest should be fine, broken bones but nothing that can’t be fixed. We would have to rebuild more than half of the factory and work might have to stop for now.” Baxter summaries.

“Give everyone a week’s break but work continues immediately after. If this is an intentional arson find who is behind it!” I commanded. No one messed with what belonged to me and survived. “Make sure the press doesn’t carry the incident.”

“Everyone's eyes are on you and your new bride. I saw pictures too. I think she’s doing better than I expected. Just give the press something to write about. I’ll take care of things from this end.” he concluded.

I remembered my plan to set up every available social media account for Emily; the real publicity was about to begin.

While I waited for her, I began to create the accounts. Then I realized I had no picture of her. I decided to go through all our wedding pictures displayed on the internet.

One caught my eye. It was of Emily and Hannah standing together, both of them smiling, but Emily did look breathtaking in that picture.

What had Hannah said that made her smile so widely?

She had never smiled at me.

Anger rose in my chest. She was mine. I brought her out of misery. I gave her father comfort. She was going to smile for me today. I was going to make sure it happened!