The last night. Part III

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Chapter 88. Part III. Tidying up her little head.- - - - - -

“So easy to penetrate,” he grins as I buck against his arm. I almost collapse from the table, but with his free hand he holds my tit and keeps me steady. “Like it was made just for me.”

“It was! Oh God, I was made for you, husband! Only for you!” I moan my submission to him. “I was made just for your pleasure!”

“What is?” His grin burns deep into my soul and I love it. The first time, it was shame. This time, it’s just love. "What is just for me?"

“My pussy is” I gasp when his finger moves. God, he's so good with this. He plays with me like he owns all my sensitive spots. First he spreads my pussy lips, gliding near my opening with pressure and speed, then he moves deeper, knowing the place like he lives there. "My pussy! God, it's made for you."

“For me?”

"Aha! Yes! Yes Finn! God!" He pumps into me, rubbing over my G-spot. He finds it so easily on my upper pussy wall. The tiny rough spot that drives me crazy for him. "My pussy belongs to you! All of me belongs to you, my God!"

“Your pussy?” Again and again, he corrects me. I know he forms me like he wants me to be. He makes me a better woman. His thumb, the one that was in my mouth, now drives over my throbbing clit. He brushes the little hood aside and twists my most sensitive part under his skin. “I thought…”

“Your pussy!” I scream and Mom moves over to where we are. He's so good. Even with Mom nestling her naked body around his legs, he makes me go ballistic. "It's yours! God, Finn please... hubby I beg you... I'm..." Lovely panic settles into my voice as I lose control over my body. “I’m so close husband… please… You own me... I'm yours... please let me… It's all yours...”

“What’s mine?” he asks with a mean grin that I love so much. His arms move swiftly, pumping his finger in me and making me squeal and buck against him.

"Everything! My body is yours! My pussy! It's your pussy! You own it! A-And my... god... my soul! And my... everything... God, Finn, I can't... think... I... Oh God I..."

I want to let go. The feeling of my rolling orgasm threatens to swallow me whole. It's like this every time, be it with fingers or his dick. Whenever he touches me, my body does what it is told. And now, with a slightly painful grip on my bulging tit, he pulls me up when I want to lie down and cum my brains out. He pulls me upright and his fingers move faster and faster when he places my body on the countertop without asking. He simply moves me around like a piece of furniture, deciding where I can serve my purpose best. I love being his useful set of holes.

“That’s it, wifey,” he whispers and makes my body shake on the kitchen top. “You want to cum for me?”

“Yes, please, husband!” I scream, thrashing my legs in the air and clinging to him for dear life. I feel the orgasm come closer, unstoppable, big and scary.

“You want to obey and be a good little wifey?” I want it so badly!

"The best wifey. The best for you! Please let your wifey cum, Sir! Please let me cum for you, Sir! Please. Oh please my god!" I thrash in his grip like a helpless puppet. My pussy clenches around his fingers and grips him tightly, squishing pussy juices on the counter and making my legs wet.

“Should I let my wifey cum even if she thinks she has let me down?” I feel my orgasm approaching, switching my brain off. I'm too weak to realize fast enough what is happening.

And then his hands stop.

“Why-hy-hy?” My eyes fly open, then I squeal loudly as he grabs me and flips me around. I sob but bite my tongue. He decides. I follow. And he decides to give me an order.

"Smile for me, wifey. Be happy." And it's so easy.

Of course it feels strange, lying on the table like a piece of meat for him. Spreading and opening up so he can see everything. Being vulnurable and ready to fuck. I can't think. Just feel. Just on thing in my head.

Take me, husband!

Make me useful, Sir!

Breed me... Finn...

Obeying is a reflex he trained into me. So I do. I'm a good girl. I obey.

And I smile at him.

I'm happy for him.

Too dumb to think I could mess things up with him. So lost in lust that I can't think of not being happy.

He commands my everything. I'm a woman. I consist only of hormones and feelings. And he can make me feel things.

He wants me to be happy. So I am.

So I smile at him, making him proud and just existing only for him and his dick.

Just holes and feelings and all belong to him.

"I'm so happy for you, hubby." I smile and feel it deep in my soul. "I obey, husband. And I'm so happy and wet for you." My legs wobble a bit as I lift them like a bitch in heat. In the corner of my eyes, I see Mom watching me. Her oldest daughter, spreading and begging to be fucked. She smiles, licks her lips, and her nipples are as stiff as mine.

He brings his lips near my ear, making me gasp as his massive tip brushes over my sensitive slit. My poor body is overwhelmed by all these feelings. Hot and ready and all his muscles turn me into his vessel.

“Why I stopped, you want to know?” he asks with an ice-cold voice. “Because you think this evening isn’t good enough.” I blink at him like some kind of bimbo or animal or something that isn't intelligent enough. So he grabs me tight and makes me listen as only a good man can do. He knows, in this state, he needs force to make me understand.

"Ugh..." I just moan.

“Never,” he snarls directly into my brain and his voice is chillingly dominant, his body over mine, pressing me down and holding me tight. He switches my brain to obeying mode, making a meatpuppet out of me with the sole purpose of obeying his commands. I love it. “Never in your god dam sweet life do you ever think again you have failed me just because something wasn’t just perfect enough.”

My whole body freezes under his order. I can't understand. Not because his fingers are in me again, painfully unmoving and calm, but because he speaks to me. Jasmine. Not his docile wifey.

"You are my wife, Jasmine. Not just some kind of sex toy. A woman I love. A woman I own and whom I can command like I please. And you will never think again you aren't up there with the others just because we were apart so long ago. Never again will you think you aren't enough because you made everything perfectly but one fucking thing. You will feel like a good wifey because you are my wife and I love you. I love you with all I can muster and I should be ashamed that I have a woman who is so perfectly obedient to me. So you will be proud of yourself for what you are. A fucking perfect woman to a man that loves you until the end of time.” Now he almost chokes me, making sure I will, as the darkness forms around the edges of my vision, always remember his words. "Am. I. Understood?"

Message from the author:

Next week on Friday, we will finish this chapter with Jasmine and on Saturday, it will continue with Rania. This week, I will work on extending and polishing the whole chapter and post it on one, two or even three sites for you to read in whole if you want to. I will stay at the $5 tier for starters and think of something interesting for other tiers. After that, the bonus chapter will get polished and posted on those sites while I write the next chapter with Candice. Not gonna lie, you folks make me almost giddy in writing about her but my main focus is on consistent posting so we all have a framework to work with.

Hope you had fun reading and a happy weekend for you all.