Your Kinky Boifriend

A wonderful follower recently sent me copies of the original versions of my stories, which I wrote almost a decade ago. I'm posting them here, unedited, for folks to enjoy.

Chapter One

“Hey there,” Gio kissed me on the cheek, “You still glad you married me?”

I smiled at him as he sat next to me in the limousine. We sped away from our wedding reception, and it was all I could do to keep my hands off him.

“Mr. and Mr. Giovanni Marino,” I absentmindedly played with the wedding band around my finger. “I couldn’t be happier!”

He grinned, “And my family wasn’t too scary?”

I had to admit, getting to know his extended family was a bit intimidating. It seemed like everyone at the reception was his uncle or cousin. His relatives outnumbered mine four to one!

“Your mother pulled me aside and gave me some very… interesting advice about our wedding night.” I teased him, “Something about Marino men being tigers on the street and kittens in the sheets.”

His embarrassed groan made me laugh, “That sounds like her. I’m 32 and she’ll never stop embarrassing me!” He took my hand, beaming a husbandly grin, “Besides, you’ve been in the sheets with me. I think you know what to expect.”

We listened to the sounds of the road go by, holding hands and enjoying the post-party quiet. I loved how easy it was to be still around him. Silence was something I often felt the need to fill, but with him I was content. With him I didn’t need small talk.

He broke the silence first, “What’re you thinking about?”

I lost myself in his eyes, not quite sure how to respond. He clasped my chin with his right hand, his wedding band glinting in the light from a passing car. We were married.

“Kiss me,” I reached out, running my fingers through his thick hair.

He leaned in closer, “Always.”

I lost myself in the taste of his lips. His kisses bordered on brutal, the salty smell of his aftershave heady and inviting. He loved to run his tongue across my lower lip, occasionally thrusting it forward to tease my own, less skillful, organ. As our kiss built in intensity I felt him begin to fiddle with the buckle on my suit pants. I needed to catch my breath.

“Wait,” I pulled back, a difficult task in his strong hands, “Not here… We’re almost at the hotel.”

He carried me across the threshold of our bridal suite, and set me down on a large leather couch. The moment I was situated he began ripping off his tuxedo, depositing the garments haphazardly on the floor.

“Open your mouth,” He pleaded, releasing his uncut length from it nests in his boxers.

I swirled my tongue around his tip – It was salty from a full day of festivities, his musk a powerful aphrodisiac. I looked up at him, gagging for the first time on my husband’s cock. It had never tasted sweeter.

“The boys were right.” He clasped either side of my face, “Head feels better when you get it from the wife.”

I gagged again as he said the word. Wife. We agreed that he could say it in private, a little kinky secret for just the two of us to know. Hearing it for the first time set of fireworks in my belly.

I pulled back for some air, “Mmm… say it again.”

“Wife,” he guided my eager mouth back to his cock. “A good wife takes care of all her husband’s needs.”

I couldn’t tell which was hotter - him finally calling me his wife or the cool metal of his wedding band as it rested against my face. I was completely hard, the thought of married life with him driving me wild with need. I sucked him deep, cupping his balls with my hand just how he likes.

“That’s my boi,” he bucked his hips, enjoying my attention, “Gonna build a family with you,” his pubes tickled my nose with each down stroke. “You’re mine now.”

My strong gag reflex had always prevented me from swallowing all of him. He’d been so patient as I learned to relax my throat, but tonight was special. Tonight I would go all the way. My gagging intensified as he thrust further into my throat. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, but looked up at him – aching for approval.

“Fuck, yeah.” He held me down, my lips wrapped around his base. “You earned this.”

Several short, breathless thrusts later and he began to fill me. I felt like I was turning blue, but the look of sheer bliss on his face made me stay where I was. I focused on swallowing, on sucking out every last drop of pleasure from Gio.

After what seemed like an eternity, he released me. As I coughed and sputtered for air he quickly knelt down, “Breath, baby…” he wiped the tears from my eyes, pulling me into a deep bear hug. “That was amazing,” he whispered, still breathless, “You’re the perfect wife.”

My dizziness slowly faded as I rested my head on his shoulder, “It was g-good?”

He held me tenderly, “Of course it was!”

I felt a small surge of pride, “Gio?” I felt so weak next to him, “S-say it again….”

He hugged me closer, his beard scratching my cheek, “You’re my perfect wife.”

I leaned back on the couch, thick ropes of Gio’s cum clinging to the back of my throat. My own cock was hard, trapped behind my white briefs and the constant flavor of my new husband made me shiver with delight.

Gio stepped into the other room, leaving me alone in the main room of our suite. I took off my suit without standing up, massaging my tired feet. The couch was so cozy, I felt myself drifting down – tired from the noise of our wedding…

“Hey there beautiful,” Gio crouched next to me, gently stroking my cheek.

I rubbed my eyes, “D-did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “Did one lil’ blowjob tire you out, baby?”

“Don’t be a prick,” I yawned, “Wait… I take that back, do be a prick. I like the taste of pricks.”

He flashed his winning smile, the one that always made me bubble inside. I would do anything to earn it, “Come here, sweetness.” He pulled me toward the edge of the couch, lifting me into his arms. It felt warm… it felt right.

My eyes caught the time, 1:30 AM, “Oh shit, baby. I slept for almost 3 hours… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” His fingers traced along my spine, “I had to go in to work for a bit, things are busy with the new merger.” His smile was gone; it was always gone when he spoke about work.

“Work on your wedding night?” I tried to change the mood, “I guess that means I need to start the nagging right away too!”

He flexed his swarthy muscles, picking me up off the couch “We can’t have that,” he held me aloft, love pouring out of his kind eyes. “May I take you to bed, Mr. Marino?”

“Oh, Mr. Marino,” I closed my eyes, nodding, “Nothing would make me happier.”

I moaned, desperately wanting to drift back asleep, but someone was trying to wake me. I tried to roll away, and tuck myself back under the covers. It slowly dawned on me that I was in bed with Gio… that his hands were caressing me in the dark.

“G-gio…? I’m so tired…” maybe he’d let me sleep a while longer.

“I know, baby,” he pulled me over to his side of the bed, “But you were so cute over there asleep. I just had to give you kisses.”

I whimpered as his fingers moved lower, circling ever closer to my hole. He’d taken me earlier in the night, bedding his new wife in accordance with family tradition. His sticky orgasm was still trickling out of me, a reminder of my husband’s insatiable lust. I felt my thighs involuntarily squeeze together as one of his digits found its target.

“Ut-oh,” his breath burned my neck, his fingers swirling and pressing against m-my…“This cunny feels empty… what kind of husband would I be if I it full…?”

I was sleepy, but very much aroused “P-please don’t tease me, Gio.”

He reached around with his other hand and fondled my cock, “Say it again baby. Say my name.”

“G-gio…?” I loved when he made me feel good. I wiggled in his arms, eager for him to stimulate more of me.

“Are you my wife?” He demanded.

I was practically panting, “Always.”

His hands manipulated my tender spots, but he slowed his pace, “I want to try something special with you… on our wedding night.”

Even if he wasn’t making me squirm with delight I would have said yes. I wanted to see him smile…

He released me so I could turn myself to face him, “Of course, baby. Anything you want.” I cooed, “Isn’t that my duty?”

He flashed me that beautiful smile. “I think you’re gonna like this.”

He pulled me over to the edge of the bed, getting out so he could kneel down on the floor. He grabbed my legs and pulled my pelvis to face him.

Grinning, he pulled my legs wide open, “Remember to thank your Husband when he does something special for you.”

I almost screamed! He’d lowered his head down and sucked my cock into his mouth. H-he’d never done that before… no one had! All the men I’d ever been with loved to play with my pussy, but ignored my member – If I was going to cum, it had to be from serving them. I whimpered as his powerful suction toyed with my senses in a way I’d never hoped to experience.

“G-gio…” I arched my back, squeezing the sheets above my head into my fists. “Thank you, baby! Oh god it f-feels so good…”

He grunted, slurping and suckling my boi-hood. His eyes locked mine with a passionate stare. My husband wanted me to cum… my husband was going to m-make me…

“Y-yesss…” I trembled meekly as my orgasm began. I never came like he did – puffing out his chest like some kind of mad beast. I always curled up smaller, my bliss making me feel weak and helpless.

I laid back on our bed, thoroughly spent, and Gio pulled himself on top of me. He cuped my chin, kissing me passionately. As his tongue opened my lips I realize that he was feeding me my own seed. I greedily kissed back, the heady smell of my nut on his tongue proving too irresistible.

After several moments he pulled back, “Did you like it…? You were so quick to cum.”

“No wonder you like head so much…” I brushed his cheek with the back of my knuckles, “Thank you, honey.”

His chest swelled with pride, “You are so pretty, you know that?”

All I could do was beam up at him, “Y-you make me feel pretty… Don’t ever stop.”

His smile was better than any orgasm. He pulled off of me so that I could re-position myself in bed, returning to the far side. Nestling in behind, his slow breathing indicated that he was ready to fall back asleep.

I must be the luckiest bride in the world.

Chapter Two

“Please don’t…” I whimpered pitifully. His once hard cock was beginning to soften inside me and I felt him begin to move away, “I-I’m still so shaky.”

Hot lips traced the nape of my neck as he pushed back into me. Our room smelt of seed and sweat; My load drying on where it spurt out uselessly on the sheets and his seeping ever deeper into my gut. I felt so small after an orgasm, and he was always there to hold me.

After a few more moments he pulled himself out of me, his cock exiting with a slick pop. He caressed my face before jumping out of bed to go relieve himself. I admired his powerful thighs as he entered the bathroom.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he spoke up so his voice would carry, “So don’t fall asleep.”

I’d been so tired since we’d gotten hitched. Sometimes I had to call out from work because I couldn’t get out of bed, and Gio had been so attentive. In the past month he’d hired a housekeeper, done most of the shopping, even helping me get dressed on my bad mornings. It’d only been a month, but I’d needed his help almost every day.

“Hey,” Gio was suddenly next to me in bed, “Don’t fall asleep, I still want to talk to you.”

I hadn’t even realized that I’d been dozing. Small tears began to form at the edges of my eyes, “I-I’m so sorry… I don’t know why this is happening.”

He snuggled in behind me, taking his place as big spoon. “Shh…” He whispered, “My love… don’t cry…”

“Maybe I should go see a Doctor?” I wiped the tears from my eyes, “I just want to feel like myself again.”

“You don’t need to see a Doctor,” he reached around, groping my soft cocklet, “I’ll make you feel better.”

I shuddered in his arms, too tired to resist or join in on the fun. “Gio, please… I need to sleep.”

“Okay,” he chuckled, “You can’t blame a husband for trying.”

“What did you want to talk to me about last night?” We were sitting at the breakfast table enjoying our lazy Saturday.

“Well…” he began spreading jam onto his toast, “I was wondering about your job.”

I picked at my bowl of fruit, “What about it?”

He didn’t make eye contact with me, “What would you think about quitting?”

“Quit?” I dropped my shoulders, “Why do you – “

“You could focus on getting better,” he interrupted, “I think you should be home where I’ll know you’re safe.” he put down his toast and cupped my cheek, “I worry about you.”

I looked up into his kind eyes, “But I haven’t even been to see a doctor yet, and I like my job…”

His free hand squeezed my thigh, “I told you, you don’t need a Doctor, you just need me.”

“B-but…” This time I couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“Besides,” he pulled us both to our feet, “None of the other wives in my family have jobs… you don’t need it.”

I blushed as he pulled me into a bear hug, comforting and confusing me with his nearness. I felt myself slowly becoming dizzy, becoming drowsy – maybe he’s right…? “I-if I can’t make it in to work on Monday… I’ll call my boss.”

He squeezed me tighter, “I know this is the right choice, baby.”

“It’s only if I can’t go in,” I pulled back and looked up at him, “And it’ll only be until I’m back on my feet.”

He just smiled, “Okay, until you get better…” he took one of my hands, a hungry look filling his eyes as he led it to his cock. “Now, I think it’s time you took your medicine.”

“I thought you said I didn’t need to see a doctor,” I playfully tickled his member from outside his pajama pants, “You know I’m afraid of injections.”

“I won’t lie,” He looked solemn, “The needle is pretty large, you should probably sit down.”

I sat back down in my chair whimpering with a false fear, “Can’t I take my medication orally?”

“Oh you sweet thing, we can try…” He gripped my head, “But there’s so much medicine.”

Bit by bit I was learning about his intimate and tender spots. His cock was thick and bulbous; his foreskin a nectar filled home for my tongue. I licked his slit, blushing from the headiness of my husband’s scent.

He exhaled slowly, “That’s the spot, kiss that spot baby.”

With my wet lips wrapped tightly around his tip, I pushed back his foreskin rhythmically. His crown leaked constantly; eager to provide, eager to fill.

“This is where you belong,” He grunted, “Home, safe; doing your duties.” He puffed out his chest, “Are you my good wife?”

I nodded, eager to please.

“Show me,” He guided himself further in, “Kiss the tip with your tonsils.”

He got off on being in control. It was a side of him that I was slowly discovering as he became more and more primal in the bedroom. The weaker I got, the stronger his response. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little scared, but he had never hurt me – and always stopped the minute I said ‘no.’

“Fuck baby,” He thrust deep and fast, close to his nut.

I coughed and sputtered as he burst in my throat, his gooey sperm shooting straight down into my gut. It was rough, and I knew my throat would be sore later.

“You’re so beautiful,” He cooed, removing himself from my mouth, “Thank you baby.”

It felt… nice. As he slowly revealed more and more of his dominant, carnal side I was discovering my capacity to submit. I lost control, sure, but it was exciting; it felt like our marriage was growing and solidifying. It felt like we could show all of ourselves, down to the darker, less savory desires.

“I have to go in to work soon,” Gio tucked his cock back into his pajamas, “So I’m gonna go hit the head and take a shower. Can you clean up breakfast?”

“Of course, honey,” I grinned, “A wife’s duties never end.”

“I love you, dear.” He picked up one of my hands, kissing it like a gentleman, “I hate to shoot and run, but I promise to take care of you tonight.”

“Be safe out there,” I smiled.

He turned a pale shade of white, “What do you mean, baby?”

I winced as he squeezed my hand, “Gio, it’s raining.” I pulled my hand back, “What did you think I meant?”

Color slowly returned to his face, “Nothing, babe, just got a lot on my mind.” He grabbed a piece of fruit from my plate, “To the shower!”

I picked around at my plate for another few moments before cleaning up, “That man,” I muttered to myself, “He is so distractible.”

Chapter Three

“Gio,” I shouted down the hall, “I hope you and your ‘good ol boys’ aren’t destroying my living room!”

It was his turn to host poker night for the guys, and I was doing my small part as host. The guys had always known Gio was gay, and didn’t seem troubled by our marriage, despite their outwardly frat-boyish demeanor. Most of them were his direct relatives, and all of them worked together at the firm downtown.

“Marco just finished off the beer, babe,” Gio yelled back at me, “He’s got a hot date tonight.”

I shook my head as a chorus of manly cheering poured echoed from the gathering. Despite my chromosomes, I’ve never figured out what makes a group of well dressed, polite men break down into middle school-ers the minute they get together.

“I’m going upstairs,” I called back, “Don’t have too much fun down here.”

In the past couple of weeks my condition seemed to be improving. I had quit my job down at the local theatre and was giving the whole ‘stay at home’ concept a try. We’d canceled our cleaning services and I was taking care of pretty much everything around the house.

Home cooked meals were sitting well with me, and in spite of my chronic fatigue I seemed to be slimming down. I had never been particularly heavy, but had always managed to hold onto 20 or so extra pounds.

“Lookin’ good Michael,” I grinned at my reflection, “Not bad for an old married thing.”

“Sweet heart,” Gio fumbled about in the dark, “You awake?”

I rubbed sleep from my eyes, “What is it?”

“Get up,” His speech slurred ever so slightly, “I wanna show you somethin’”

I pulled on a night shirt and a pair of long underwear before shuffling out of the bedroom and following him downstairs. Much to my surprise, all of the dishes were already done and the living room looked immaculate.

“Baby,” I snuggled up to him as he pulled on his boots, “You didn’t have to clean. Did you have fun with the guys?”

“We have fun,” He grinned, clearly still a bit sloshed, “But I know they still make you a bit uncomfortable.”

“Macho men always do.” I yawned.

“Not all macho men,” he slipped an arm around my waist. “Come on, put on your shoes.”

It was a crisp, clear winter night and I huddled close to him for warmth. He took me down our shoveled drive walk and up our neighborhoods sidewalk. Soft flakes of snow crunched under our feet as we walked arm in arm to the nearby park.

One of the picnic tables had been dusted off, “Take a seat babe,” we sat together on the bench and he offered me a cup of hot tea from his thermos. “It shouldn’t be long now.”

I shivered, “Shouldn’t be long for-”

I was interrupted by a small cascade of stars. The white streaks in the sky arced overhead even as Gio leaned in for a peck on the cheek.

“Worth it?” He whispered into my ear.

I grinned and kissed him back, “Worth it.”

“Oh god Gio, it feels so good.” I practically panted as he toyed with my body, “D-don’t stop!”

My hands were bound gently to the bed posts with red satin, and a small black bandana blocked out my vision. His fingers were inside of me, milking my button as massaged my length with a vibrating sheath.

“You need it baby?” He slowed everything down, agonizing my senses with pleasure.

“Please!” My balls pulled up tight against my shaft as I prepared to shoot.

“My sweet little wife…” he removed his fingers from my hole, “How I like to watch you suffer.”

I was on the verge of tears as my pleasure plateaued just short of climax, “Please Gio,” my feet arched in blissful frustration.

Gingerly, he pulled the sheath from my aching sex, “I like you like this,” He untied my legs, parting them for easy access. “If you cum, it’ll be from your wifely chore.” His bulbous cocks-head pressed into me.

He cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples just to watch me squirm. In my heightened state, every kiss was a punch; every wound a caress. He filled me to the hilt, my every groan or whimper feeding his lusty erection.

The fuck was slow and methodical, “Let me fuck your spot, baby…” he nipped at my ear, “Give it up… let it happen…”

His intimate training was changing me, slowly. My hands were always kept out of the way; my erection softening once the fuck began. He wanted me to cum for him. He demanded it, and every night I got closer.

“Give me your flower, baby,” Sweat dripped from his brow, “I’ll fuck every petal off your bud if I have to.”

Tonight was different. The cool metal of his wedding band pressed into my cheek as he leaned in for another kiss, “Gio, something’s wrong.” My legs shuddered involuntarily, “I-I think I’m gonna pee?”

“Let it happen baby,” He groaned, close to his own nut.

Warm liquid dribbled from my piss slit as Gio pounded my spot, “I-I’m sorry,” My whole body trembled involuntarily. “I can’t stop it!”

“Fuck that’s hot, baby” He bottomed out, climaxing deep inside my unprotected hole.

I felt tears well up, “I don’t understand, Gio?”

“Shhh, it’s okay baby,” He stroked my hair affectionately, “Cunny-gasm just caught you off guard.”

My head spun in circles, “What…?”

“You came all pretty down here,” He ground his still hard length into my freshly seeded gash, “You’re so beautiful.”

He untied me, slowly massaging any stiffness from my limbs. I wrapped myself around him, trying to slow my breath to match his.

“Did it scare you?” he caressed my ear with his lips, “I’m sorry if it scared you.”

“N-no,” I lied meekly, “It just caught me off guard.”

“That’s what made it so hot,” His length began to harden again, “Can you go again?”

I pulled off my blindfold and looked deep into his eyes, “Yes,” My cunny was slick with his sperm, and his cock felt like it was already reaching deeper than ever before, “Just… hold me for a minute? I’m still shaking.”

His chest puffed out, “For as long as you need, baby.” His bush tickled my cheeks as made slow circles in my cunt, “Til death do us part.”

Chapter Four

“Mr. Marino?” The police officer looked uncomfortable, “May we come in? My partner and I have a few questions to ask you.”

“Of course, officers,” I opened the door and ushered them into the living room, “Can I get either of you something to drink? Tea?”

“Tea would be terrific,” The first officer responded, “How about you John?”

“Sure,” the second officer hadn’t taken his eyes off me since I opened the door. He looked a bit dumbstruck.

“All right,” I left the living room and made my way into the kitchen. Normally I would be more cautious about having strangers in my home, especially when Gio was away on business, but I’d seen these officers on patrol before. Using the electric kettle, I quickly whipped up a pot of Earl Grey. I made my way back into the living room and poured a cup for both of my guests, “May I ask what this is all about?”

The name on the first officer’s badge was O’Donnell, “Well, Mr. Marino-”

“Please,” I interrupted, “Michael.”

O’Donnell continued, “Well, Michael… We want to ask you some questions about your husband.”

“Oh dear,” I sighed, “Did he and the boys get drunk downtown? They have a bit too much to drink from time to time but-”

Officer John interrupted me, “Do you recognize this man?”

“Oh my god,” I turned away, my stomach reeling. In the officer’s hand was a photograph of a man who had been brutally beaten, cut, and possibly even tortured.

“I know it’s hard to look,” Officer O’Donnell’s voice was kind, “But we need to know if you recognize the man in that photo.”

Swallowing my disgust, I reexamined the photo, “There’s so much… damage.” I looked at the Officers, “I don’t recognize him.”

“Really?” Officer John remarked snidely, “He was at your wedding.”

“They had no fucking right to come here!” Gio was furious, “What the fuck were you thinking, letting them inside the house?”

I trembled where I sat on the side of our bed, unused to his anger, “I-i’m sorry.”

“Sorry?!” He paced around the bedroom, “You let pigs into our fuckin’ house!”

“G-gio,” I wiped tears away from my face, “They had so many pictures.”

“Fuck pictures,” he knelt in front of me, “What did you say to them?”

“N-nothing important,” I cringed as he grabbed my shoulders, “Wh-why were all those men at our wedding?” I closed my eyes, “Who would have h-hurt them like that?”

“Shhhh, baby,” Gio pulled me into a hug, “I don’t know, okay? You shouldn’t have let those cops into the house.”

Slowly his anger gave way to tenderness; He held me on the side of our bed, calming me the way only he could. He guided my head back for a soft kiss, lowering me down onto the sheets.

“Why did you cringe, baby?” He asked, “You cringed when I touched you.”

“I’ve never seen you angry before,” I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, “I thought y-you were going to hit me.”

“Never,” he planted kisses across my cheeks and forehead, “You’re my wife, to have and to hold.”

He pulled off my clothes, worshipping each inch of my body as it was revealed. His fingers knew where to press, his lips knew where to brush; he knew my body better than I knew myself.

I pulled back, “Not tonight, Gio.”

He looked hurt, “But I want to love you.”

“Th-they think the mob is involved,” I continued, “What if they come after us next?”

Gio lay next to me silently, a dark calm washing over his body. “Okay,” he sounded cold, detached, “I’m gonna go downstairs for a while. I’ll be back up soon.”

“You shouldn’t be down here,” Gio stepped toward me, “You were supposed to be asleep.”

I had woken up thirsty and decided to go downstairs for a glass of water. Gio’s voice had erupted from the kitchen, like he was arguing. I’d made my way towards the noise, rounding the corner just in time to see Gio bury a knife into Officer O’Donnell’s neck.

Gio took another step toward me, his hands and chest covered the officer’s lifeblood. “You were supposed to be asleep.”

Officer O’Donnell twitched and shook on the floor; sputtering wordlessly as death overcame him. He’d wanted to ask some questions about Gio, but I’d assured him my husband wasn’t involved wi-

“Th-the mob…” I stuttered, remembering the officer’s line of inquiry, “You really are in the mob…?”

“Easy, baby…” Gio was almost to me, the knife still in his hand, “He wanted to separate us, he wanted to turn you against me.”

“Please God no!” I couldn’t take my eyes off the dying officer, “You k-killed him?”

“Shh… settle down,” he took a deep calming breath, “Come here, let me make it all better.”

I felt sick. The smell of iron, blood, and betrayal was overpowering in the kitchen and I-

“Stay back,” I pleaded, “I… I’ll scream.”

He cleaned the knife against his shirt “I don’t wanna hurt you baby, but if you’re naughty I may not be able to control myself.” He gestured behind him at the dead officer, “You see what happens when I can’t control myself.”

Tears streamed down my face, “P-please don’t hurt me…” He was my husband, how had this happened?

“That’s a good boi,” he reached out a hand, “Come here.”

I looked at the knife warily, “Gio… Y-you wouldn’t…?”

“Come here!” his burst of anger was terrifying.

I took his hand, sobbing at my weakness, and he pulled me into a tight embrace, “You’re so pretty… you know that right?”

The officer’s blood made his hands slick, I thought I would retch.

“He was just a pig,” Gio cooed, “And he wanted to take me away from you.”

My knees were buckling, “This has to be a dream,” I thought, “Please God, let this be a nightmare!”

He whispered at my ear, “Just go back to sleep…”

I cried out as a needle entered my arm, my struggles useless in his powerful grasp. The world spiraled out of focus incredibly fast and the last thing I saw before it went dark was Gio’s face.

“You’re my sleeping beauty,” he mused, “and I have to keep you safe.”

Chapter Five

My lower back ached. “F-fuck,” I mewled, attempting to roll over in bed. I couldn’t.

Gio’s voice whispered out of the darkness, “Hey, baby.”

Shit, shit, shit; Gio killed a cop! My chest heaved in panic as I struggled right myself, but I was bound. My thumbs were tied together inescapably behind my back, and my ankles were bound against my upper thighs. I was free to wiggle my fingers and toes, but my limbs were otherwise useless.

“Shhh,” the familiar scruff of Gio’s beard nuzzled into my cheek as he stole a kiss. “It’s all right, Daddy’s here.”

“Y-you stabbed that cop!” I was out of control, “With a knife! You s-stabbed him!”

“You’re gonna have to calm down, baby,” he slipped his fingers down across my exposed chest, “You’re not thinking clearly.”

My imagination ran wild. He could stab me quickly, or maybe… “P-please,” I pleaded, remembering the photos the policeman had shown me, “D-don’t hurt me…”

A cold silence filled the room.

His response was gentle, “You think I want to hurt you?”

I gasped. His wandering hand teased the tip of my vulnerable sex – caressing and stimulating it wickedly.

“See,” he breathed at my neck, “It’s me, Gio.”

“Gio?” his hand played me expertly, “My back hurts…”

He nipped my earlobe, “Then I’ll have to kiss it better.”

His lips worked their way down my bound frame, planting wet kisses on all my favorite spots. He almost knew my body better than I did. Without my sight, every tease was amplified.

“Oh god,” I groaned as he took my cock into his mouth.

He cupped my smooth sack with one hand, using the other to rub circles around my hole. He was a masterful performer and I felt my whole body begin to tense with need.

As he slipped a saliva coated finger inside my gash I realized how vulnerable I was. Completely bound, all I could do was moan and beg for him to keep going. His adventurous fingers sussed out my boi-spot with ease, rounding out his complete and total domination of my body.

My whimpers jumped an octave. “I-I’m cumming…”

He caught my seed in his hand, allowing my full orgasm to finish before he spoke again.

“Sometimes the guys ask me if your cocklet gets in the way of your wifely duties,” he whispered, “And you know what I tell them?”

I shook my head feebly.

He squeezed the last few drops from my softening sex, “It’s just free lube.”

I shivered as a familiar slick sound echoed around the room. I knew he was coating his cock with my seed, making sure it was ready for conquest. After all, he was the husband.

“B-baby, please,” I started, “I need to-“

He thrust his cock into my trembling quim. Hilting me with a single, overwhelming thrust.

“Don’t you see,” he cooed over my moans, “Nothing’s changed.”

He was rutting me, powerful thighs pounding home every thrust. He didn’t ask for the fuck, he took it – and despite myself I was moaning in exhilarated pleasure.

“Do your duty,” He gripped my chin roughly, “This is your husband’s cock. Kiss it with those cunny muscles.”

Why did I want more? Bound and helpless as I was this should be terrifying, or painful. It was like Gio was inside my mind, reading every dark fantasy I’d ever had and incorporating them into the fuck.

“Thank your husband,” he ordered, “Thank him with your cunny.”

I squeezed myself around him, his slick cock rubbing that special, deep spot inside me. He was savage, brutal; he was going to make me cum!

“See?” he kissed me as my second orgasm began to blossom. “Trust this feeling.”

I practically screamed. “Please don’t stop!”

It took him a few more minutes to finish, but he was much more gentle. When he came it was a sweet thing. All kisses and caresses; a matrimonial and intimate seeding.

“Your pussy knows…” he nuzzled my lips, “Your pussy knows it can trust me.”

His cock stayed hard for a long time, and even as it softened he seemed unwilling to remove it.

He removed my blindfold and peered into my eyes, “And if your pussy trusts me, why can’t you?”

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