Page 80 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“You know you can top from the bottom, right?” she teased me, pressing her ass against me once more.
“Not tonight,” I replied smugly. With one hand, I began to undo my belt and lowered my pants. While I stroked my cock to get it hard, there wasn’t a part of my future wife’s body that aroused me. Instead, I conjured a different mental image that quickly had me ready.
Astrid thought she still held the power, believing it was all about her. I slid my cock along her pussy, and her smilewidened. Then, I pressed it against her tight asshole, and she groaned in protest.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” she snarled at me, her playful mood vanishing.
“I thought you enjoyed playing,” I taunted, pushing inside her and causing a small scream to escape her lips. “Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“I thought we agreed that’s not how you make a baby!”
“Maybe a miracle will happen,” I retorted, using her own words against her. I continued to thrust deeper, fully aware that this was not bringing her any pleasure. I filled her roughly and without any gentleness. However, it became apparent that my future wife had experienced anal before, as she seemed to be taking it rather easily. But this was not how she had envisioned things unfolding. She had expected me to obey her and impregnate her by fucking her pussy. Not tonight. It would happen when I decided. Instead, I found my pleasure in her tight ass, thrusting in and out, hearing her start to pant, but she would not climax from this.
She attempted to control the pace a little, trying to assert some power, but I firmly gripped her hips, preventing her from moving and denying her the proper friction that would help her reach orgasm. Nor could she stimulate her clit against the edge of the table. This was about me taking from her, and I took. As her eyes filled with anger and resentment, I grew even harder, feeling the pleasure building inside me.
No words were exchanged between us. Only my groans and pants filled the room, along with the rhythmic slapping of our bodies. I was relieved not to hear her voice. It might have ruined the mood if I did. Instead, it didn’t take long before I felt the orgasm crashing over me, and I began to release my cum inside her.
She groaned in anger, pressing her forehead to the table and squirming beneath me, clearly wanting me out of her.
“What? Isn’t this how you like to play? Don’t pretend no one has ever done this with you,” I taunted.
“Don’t worry, you’re not the first,” she growled.
“But I bet it was only done when you requested it.”
“I’m always in control,” she snarled.
“Not tonight. Not between us.”
I pulled out of her, straightening my clothes as I watched some of my cum slowly trickle out of her. A wicked thought crossed my mind as I ran my finger over it and then roughly yanked her hair, forcing her head back. I didn’t give her any time to prepare as I shoved my finger deep into her mouth, making her suck me clean. She screamed and struggled against me, grabbing my arm and attempting to push my finger out of her mouth. When that didn’t work, she sank her teeth into my skin, but I simply laughed despite the pain coursing through me.
“Yes, bite harder. We both know I enjoy it,” I taunted, seeing her eyes fill with unmistakable hatred. Finally, I removed my finger, and she coughed, trying to scrape her tongue free of the taste with the back of her hand. She reached for some water to rinse her mouth, and I continued to smile as she turned to face me.
“I believe I made myself clear, didn’t I? Who is in control?” I challenged.
She narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to me as if she were ready to confront me, but to my surprise, her smile returned.
“I am,” she declared.
“Do we need to revisit what just happened?”
“I must admit, you surprised me tonight, but I know what you did to Michael.”
“Oh?”
“Hard to miss. You see, he came to me asking for the best way to get back at you,” she explained.
I felt a bit confused, my smile disappearing while Astrid maintained her confidence. She leaned in even closer to me, gripping my jacket and teasing me by sliding her hand further up.
“I told him you really like your toy.”
Her words sent a chill down my spine, and my mind struggled to deny what she was implying.
“What is she doing while we are here, getting to know each other as husband and wife should?” she teased.
I pushed Astrid away before turning around and rushing out of the room. I didn’t want to believe it was true, but as I passed by the living room, I noticed that none of Astrid’s cousins were there.
“Where is everyone?” I asked Vince, who turned to me.
