Page 46 of The Devil

I stalk out of the bathroom fully naked. Amal glances over her shoulder and rushes across the room and I realize my mistake in the next instant as she fumbles to release my gun from its holster, getting it free and whirling to face me, eyes wild, the gun pointed straight at my chest.

“Stay away from me, Jet! Stay the fuck away!”

Fuck. I make a mental note not to leave my gun lying around for my wife to get hold of.

“Don’t be stupid,” I say, raising my hands palms to her and creeping toward her. “Put my gun down.”

“I’m not stupid and I mean it. Stay away. I don’t want to hurt you!”

I chuckle. Can’t help it. “Sweetheart, I’m more afraid you’re going to hurt yourself.”

Her eyes narrow to slits, fury pronounced on her pretty face. “Well don’t be.” She turns the weapon to aim at the headboard with its intricate embroidery of some king or another and pulls the trigger.

To say I’m surprised to see said king with one eye less is an understatement.

I face her at the same moment she turns to me. She cocks the gun, standing steadier, more confident.

I raise my eyebrows.

“Because I’m not worried about missing my target,” she says, lowering the weapon to point it at my dick. “Now walk away from me.”

“My, my, aren’t you full of surprises?” I ask, and take a step backward, giving her a little space. Just what she’ll need to let down her guard. “You don’t want to hurt that part of my anatomy. You like it too much.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

She shifts the gun to one hand as she squats down to pick up the towel that’s pooled around her feet. She tries to get it around her as she rises and I take advantage of the moment because she may be an excellent shot but she’s inexperienced and I’m not only stronger than her, but I’m also faster. When you’ve been close enough to a bullet that it literally carved out a piece of your head, you get fast.

So, when I lunge toward her, she yelps, still holding the towel rather than shifting both hands back to my gun. I get hold of her gun hand and aim it at the ceiling. The safety’s not on and when it goes off, she cries out. I wrap my other arm around her and pull her to me, covering her head as plaster rains down on us.

She looks up at me with wide, panicked eyes. “What did I say about hurting yourself?” I ask, my voice a warning whisper as I spin her around, lifting her around the middle and carrying her to the foot of the bed where I bend her over it and relieve her of my gun.

I set one hand between her shoulder blades keeping her down as she struggles to straighten. Putting the safety on, I set the gun out of reach before turning my full attention back to my wife.

“Let me go, Jet.”

“Can’t fool me twice, Amal.” I take hold of both wrists and stretch her arms over her head, pinning them to the bed with one hand while sliding the other to her ass. My fingers move over her pussy, squeezing her clit between thumb and forefinger. She pushes her thighs together, rising up on tiptoe and letting out a whimper.

“You wanted me to make you come?” I ask, doing it again, feeling her body tense beneath mine. “Do you think pulling a gun on your husband earns you an orgasm, wife?”

I let go of her clit and slide my fingers over her damp pussy, pushing two inside her before drawing them out and rubbing her arousal over her clit.

Amal has gone completely still, and I know the moan that escapes her is one she was trying to keep quiet.

“Let me answer for you. No. That answer is a firm no. I think it very clearly falls in the category of having earned a punishment, don’t you?” I finger fuck her pussy again, slow and deep, her walls tight around my fingers and wait for her next moan before I draw out and trace the space between her pussy and her asshole, smearing her arousal all over that tight virgin hole.

Amal stiffens. She tries to wriggle her hips away. “What are you doing?”

I squeeze her wrists and spank her perfectly round little bubble butt.

She yelps, clenching. I spank again before sliding my fingers back into her pussy.

“You sure you want it to hurt?” I spank again, three times in quick succession and watch my handprint bloom on her pretty, pristine skin. I slide my fingers inside her once more to gather up all that liquid arousal before setting them over her asshole. “Because you’re still a virgin here, you know. Look at me,” I tell her, circling the tight little hole.

She shakes her head, tries to pull her wrists free.

I press my finger into her asshole. “I said look at me.”

She cranes her neck to look over her shoulder at me. Well, more like glare. But a second finger in her ass solves that problem.