EroticReverie

Victor Vos

Thirty minutes later, I'm satisfied with the belt marks left on her ass, satisfied with the way the blindfold is soaked in her tears. 

I take the blind fold off, and the ball gag, as she whimpers, trembling, my cock hard from all of the screaming and crying she did while being punished. 

I grab her hair, pulling it up. Her face streaming with tears, her eyes. red.

"Good?" I ask her. 

She nods, her nose running and sniffling and I let go of her hair, and walk around her stepping between her legs, and taking my pants down. 

I groan at the way certain slashes on her skin, prickle with little beads of blood. 

I lean down, kissing, sucking, and licking the wounds that bleed. I taste the metal on my tongue, my cock growing harder, and I hear her moan as I lick them. 

"I'm gonna fuck you first....then we'll get you cleaned up." I tell her and she nods, moaning, wiggling, still in her restraints. 

I look down and grin as I rub the head of my cock on her cunt, which is fucking dripping, her cunt is soaked and so are her thighs as I fucking love it. I love how she gets wet from the pain. 

I push my cock inside of her just a bit and grown, as the crown of my cock is met with the flooded little cunt and it's warmth. 

"Jesus" I groan and then shove myself the rest of the way in, groaning as her pussy takes me in, making me lose myself in her. 

"Baby...jesus" I grip the sides of the table and start to pound into her. Each thrust reminding her how much my cock loves her cunt. I slap her bruised and bleeding ass and then grab it in my hands as I fuck her. She screams and cries as my thumbs push into the sensitive burning flesh. 

I slap her ass with my hands on both sides then grab her fucking waist and take my dick as deep as it will go, stabbing her cunt with my cock. Over and over, as she screams and I watch her hands as she grips the ends of the little cushions her arms are strapped to, and I keep going, sweating in my suit as I give her the fucking she deserves. 

"My sick little bitch" i groan. Letting my nails digs into her ass as I scratch her skin. She screams and cries. 

I grunt and release. 

I curse as my cum finds its way into her, burying my seed in my wife, cursing as her cunt clenches around me and takes it, milking my cock for every drop and I breathe heavy and pant as I hang my head as she moans, my cock still inside her. 

After a minute I slid out and watch as I step back and my cum leaks from her. I watch it as she pushes it out, and lick my lips. 

"Fucking beautiful" I say and then walk over to the small sink, and wash my hands and my dick. 

I look over my shoulder at her, and fight the smile I want to give her when I see her just laying, strapped to the spanking bench looking at me like she wants more. 

Instead I grab the shit I need to clean her wounds, even if they aren't that deep. 

I bring over the tray on the rolling stand and carefully clean the minor cuts, smiling at the redness, the bruising that's starting to bloom. 

Next I rub some ointment on them with a cotton swab and carefully make sure each spot is covered with the ointment. 

She is silent through it all.

Mila Vos

I feel like I'm hopeless, because I feel tears prick in my eyes, at how gentle he is when he takes care of me after punishments or an exceptionally rough time in the Dark Room.  

I feel the gentle touch of his finger tips along the outside of my thighs, as he wipes the spots clean with whatever solutions he uses. The way he soothes me afterward, taking my restraints off and walking me to the large bed, and laying me down, stroking my back and kissing my shoulders, and my lips. 

Tell me you love me, I think to myself as he looks into my eyes as he strokes my hair from my face, and kisses my cheek. Don't tell me I'm beautiful, I think. Tell me, you love me. 

"You're beautiful" he whispers. My heart sinks, and I smile and just lower my eyes. Closing them. Willing myself not to cry. 

Part of me believes that he does, but just refuses to say it. Refuses to let me wield any kind of power over him. But part of be also believes I'm an idiot for thinking he does. Because if he did, why would he not want to tell me? He already knows I'm helplessly in love with him. He knows I love him, and our lifestyle. Why is he so afraid to love me?

"Do you want to sleep down here, or in our room?" he asks. 

"Our room" I answer quietly. 

He nods and lets me carefully get up and I wince as I move , my ass feeling like it's on fire. 

When I stand her finally removes the collar and cups my face, as he leans down and kisses me. I hold his forearms as I lift my chin up, allowing him better access to my mouth and he kisses me deeply and it's the moments like this that make me so sure he loves me. Because it's impossible to kiss someone the way he kisses me , to make someone feel like this, if you dont love them. 

Again the words I want to say don't come out, I hold them back. He already knows, I tell myself, and he doesn't care. So forget it. 

I let my hands drop from his arms and slide up his chest over his suit and wrap my arms around his neck, my naked body pressing against the expensive tailored suit. 

His hands slip from my face and go to my waist, resting there as he lets me command the kiss, lets me pull his his mouth to mine, lets my tongue do the searching and the licking, lets me bite his lower lip and he groans as I take his mouth again and press my body to his. I love you , you fucking fool, I think to myself as I grip his hair in my hands and pull, as I kiss him savagely. 

"baby" he murmurs. 

I shut him up with my tongue in his mouth , my body trying to crawl into his, none of it ever being enough, closer, I just need to be closer, and I can't get as close as I want to. 

I ignore the pains in backside as I force myself up on my tip toes, trying to crawl into my husbands arms. 

He groans and circles his arms around my back, and lifts me. 

I lift my legs, wrapping them around him in triumph and assault his mouth continuously as he carefully holds my thighs, instead of my ass. And I feel the stretch of the skin, probably ripping the tiny cracks of broken flesh open just a bit more, but the pain fuels my kiss

Victor walks with me, his mouth fighting with mine as I moan as pull his hair and he groans as we leave the Dark Room, closing the door behind him and gets into the elevator. 

I hiss as he pushes me against the wall I slide one hand down his back then around and grab his tie and pull, crashing his mouth harder to mine. 

Once on the floor of our bedroom he storms out with me, and to our bedroom and I moan as he sets me down, leaning over as I still kiss him, my hands fumbling to undress him. 

Pushing his suit jacket off and ripping at his shirt, I see the little smirk that leaves his lips when I break the kiss and rip his shirt open the buttons popping off. 

"Fucking hell"  he groans, cupping the back of my head and kisses me aggressively and I reach to undo his pants, my one hand getting too impatient and grabbing his cock through his pants, gripping it, he groans. 

I suck his tongue as his pants fall and I push at his briefs and then lean down, kissing down his chest and pushing them down as he steps out hurriedly.

I stand back up and again reach up to wrap my arms around him and I jump up and wrap my arms around him as he grabs onto my thighs. I hiss at the pain on my backside but, reach down with one hand, and tongue his mouth as I put him inside me. 

A loud groan comes from him as I sink down. I moan too as my legs wrap tighter as I lean back and look at him holding onto his neck as I ride him. 

"Fuck baby" he groans, watching my face, my tits, looking down to watch his cock get fucked by his wife. 

I whimper as I ride him straining to hold on, trying to ride him faster, and he grabs my waist, under my rips and lifts me slightly, helping as I bounce and I moan, throwing my head back. 

"mmmmm fuck Vic" I whine as he starts to thrust against me. 

"throw me on the bed and fuck me" I moan. 

He does. 

I'm thrown from where we stand to the bed, bouncing slightly and I wince at the pain on my backside , but Victor crawls up onto the bed like a predator, ripping my legs open and looking down at me. 

Victor Vos

I'm convinced that there's not another woman on the planet like Mila. Nobody looks like her , nobody fucks my cock like her.  Nobody makes me a fucking lunatic or drives me crazy when they're out of my sight. 

Once I spread her legs, I lean down and savor her perfect tits. Her chest heaving, panting hungrily for my cock as she squirms beneath me. 

My tongue circling her perfect nipples and flicking them, then sucking as I groan ,my one hand slipping up and down her side, savoring the feel of her, like it's the first time i'm touching her. 

The words almost slip from my mouth and I groan as I suck her nipple again to keep them from coming out and then I grab her wrists, pinning them to the bed and with her legs over mine as I knee;, her ass between my thighs , I put my cock in my wife. 

I groan and close my eyes a moment, picturing her on our wedding day, how fucking perfect she looked in her simple fucking gown. The smile on her fucking the entire time as she looked at me, neither of us able to take our eyes of each other. 

I opened my eyes and saw her smiling at me, and realized it was because I had been smiling with my eyes closed. 

I stop, slowing myself and settling my cock all the way inside her as I look at her, giving us both a second. I kiss her mouth. 

"You were smiling." she says quietly reaching up to touch my face, I turn my head, kissing her palm. 

"I was." I say. 

"About what?" she asks , turning my face back to her. 

"I was picturing your smile." I tell her, and start to thrust again. She moans and grabs my face. 

"You think about my smile when you fuck me?" she asks, looking up at me. 

"sometimes" i say, leaning down to kiss her and thrust hard into her, taking her muffled yelp into my mouth. 

"what else do you think about?" she whispers. 

"everything" I tell her. 

"every thing you do turns me on....every part of your body turns me on.... you...just....fucking you" I growl and kiss her hard as she wraps those needy legs around me and her arms around my back, 

"i never thanked you" I groan as I pump my cock in and out while watching her mouth part as she pants. 

"f-for what" she arches her back. 

"for saying yes....for being my wife" I tell her and she moans loudly. 

"Vic" she bucks her hips and I bury my face in her neck as I thrust. 

"thank you" I groan into her neck and she moans again loudly as my cock takes over her body, thrusting wildly , I fuck her without any mercy, claiming her, again and again, driving as hard as I can into her. 

"thank you" I grunt as she screams and cums on my cock as I keep going, fucking lost in her, lost here in this bed, where I fuck her every night, every morning, and sometimes all day. 

"you're welcome" she pants as her orgasms makes her entire body vibrate and her hips jerk as I groan and kiss her mouth again. 

"you're perfect" I tell her as I then cum, my jaw clenching as I bust inside her, wondering if i'll ever stop cumming so fucking hard for her, already knowing the answer is no.  

I lower myself onto her, breathing heavily letting my cock, twitch inside of her, her hands on my back as she kisses the side of my sweaty head. 

I slide out seconds later and lay my head on her chest, one arm slung around her as she slips her fingertips and fingernails through my hair slowly. 

I fall asleep to sound of her chest and her heart beating, knowing without a doubt, that it's mine. Her heart, all of her.