65|I Want To Apologize

~Rylee~

The rigid veins of his cock massaged my vaginal walls as he pulled out, painstakingly slow, and drove back in.

Klaus smashed his lips against mine, devouring my cries of pleasure and pain as he punctured me with his stiff rod. I coiled my arms around his body; my nails drew blood on his skin with every punishing thrust of his hips.

“Still going to defy me, wife?” He mocks, biting my lower lip, towing it.

“I… ah! I didn’t defy you, Klaus. I was protecting you,” I finished in between sobs and moans.

“Keep thinking like that, mia rosa,” he murmurs in my ears, gripping my wrist and lifting them above my head. Soon I felt another leather cuff binding my hands together.

“Klaus-“

“Shh.” He nibbled my earlobe. “Did I ask you a question?”

“N…no.” My insides were still quivering from my previous orgasm. My legs are trembling, and my walls are still too sensitive. I bit down hard on my lip, not wanting to prolong my punishment. His hips took an unforgiving speed, each thrust wilder than