Chapter 83

***Kenya.***

I heard when he pulled down his zipper. I felt when he bent me over, my hand at an odd angle. The pain. And when he pushed my folds apart, I felt the invasion of his large cock. I grew wet in anticipation. My sheath already succumbing to the feel of him, even before he invaded me.

Without warning, without any preamble, Levi pushed himself into me. The force, the feel of him, I cried out in pain. My hips rocked to him. And he pulled out instantly.

I whimpered.

The abruptness of his exit, shocking me. This was confusing. This was different. I was breathless. I ached from the roughness. At the same time, I relished it.

He walked down the stage. I couldn't see him but I heard him opening a drawer and ripping packets or something. Then he returned as quick as he had gone and he busied himself. My cum already rolled down my thighs. I was wet.

A bejeweled mask, its eyes sewn shut, was strapped over my face. I couldn't see a thing. I could only hear. I could only trust that he wouldn't hurt me, even though I was scared shitless.

The sound of the music, RnB, distracting. Then I felt a belt, with a hard, mildly heavy object, strapped around my waist. Sounds of metal against metal, came next. Tiny, chinking, sounds, but I heard them. My throat instantly dried. I wet my lips.

My breaths came out rapid, as I followed his every sound. I was fucking aroused at this time, from anxiety, lust. The danger.

"I am going to fuck you, Kenya, until the mention of my name, would make you as dripping as you said in your text."

The promise, the sound of his voice. And then Levi pushed inside me, roughly. At the same time, I heard a low buzzing sound around my waist. Jolting me. A gentle pressure in between my thighs, a vibration. And I think I died.

Something was nudging me in my clit. Gentle, slow, agonizing strokes. Circles. Circles. My clit was on fire; my pussy was impaled by Levi. As if that wasn't

enough, I felt my nipples, being painfully tweaked. Pressed senseless. Their skin sore. It was like the feel of a knuckle ring or something. I had no idea. I was burning. Scorched.

Levi began moving. Or was it the gentle nudge in my clit that continued to move. Enthralling me. My clit, my pussy. He was thrusting now. I was being thrusted at every angle. My legs were weak, my hands ached. My body was ignited with ecstasy that I never knew existed, amidst all the pain. I was invaded whole and there was no regret.

If this was his form of disrespect, I already liked it. Pain surged through me as my first wave of an orgasm wracked me.

"LeviPlease" I whimpered.

He didn't seem to hear me. His grunts, his growls, drowned my cry of release. I didn't even know how I could still breathe. He didn't stop. He didn't let go. The

buzzing in my clit didn't relent. My entire cum dripped down my fish stockings. I was soaked. My arms ached.

*I think I passed out. Died. I wasn't sure.*

*Could a person die from ecstasy?*

***Levi.***

I loosened her from her position. Pulled out from her and cradled her in my arms. She whimpered. Moaned again.

All my tenderness was replaced by a primal urge. I was that raw Levi again. The one that pursued his pleasures. The one that enjoyed the darkness. And right now, I was enjoying the darkness with my little, willing wife.

She trusted me. Didn't question me. She just let me lead her to wherever I wanted. I was alien to myself as I carried her.

"Where are you taking me?" She weakly asked.

I could feel her strength slipping. I could feel more desire coursing through me, as I carried her.

"To be fucked again. Until I have tasted you whole, you aren't leaving this room."

When Kenya had sent that text earlier tonight, I had doubted my eye sight. I had doubted my reading skills.

She made me doubt myself. She needed to be punished. A naughty girl. My naughty wife.

Even when I sped home to her, I hadn't still known what to expect. Because the last I checked, she was still new to all this. I had no idea that had been the reason she had asked us to go to the Ruthford mansion immediately we landed New York. I wondered what to expect as I returned to the mansion.

And in a million years, I would never have expected this from her tonight.

Bewildered at the sight of my beautiful wife, my cock had instantly jumped to life. It had ached with the thought of taking her. But I had steadied myself. Waiting for her green light. And when it had finally arrived, I had welcomed it. Obeyed her subtle command, without argument.

All dressed like a vampire queen, I couldn't keep my hands off her. It was like my own little mistress in my wife. A two in one package.

She was weak. The sound of the vibrator, rolling her clit. Her ecstasy, relentless as she squirmed in my arms. She didn't even understand the amount of pleasure that she exuded at the moment.

I knew that her fantasy was piqued the night she asked me about Lola and Jewel. But I had dismissed it and attributed it to a little wife's jealousy. Now I wanted to fulfil both our darkest fantasies.

Setting her down on shaky legs, I steadied her. I proceeded to set up my workshop. Pulling a bar across the pool table. Then I assisted her unto the table and bent her on all fours on top it. I still heard the buzzing sound of the vibrator, thrilling me. My cock was rock hard, but I was extremely patient.