[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 44: Punishment?

I could barely comprehend his words as his talented tongue sucked on the head of my cock, his tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. It was both too much and not enough at the same time. I was so close to the edge, my whole body pulling up from bed and shaking with exhilaration.

"Fuck...Eli—ahh!" And then he took me all the way in, and I lost it completely. A loud scream escaped my lips as my hips bucked uncontrollably from the intense pleasure that crashed over me like waves. My whole body shook as I released into Elijah’s mouth, feeling him swallow around me as he eagerly drank down every last drop.

As my climax faded, I was left a boneless, sweaty mess, struggling to catch my breath. My mind was blank and my body felt like putty in Elijah’s hands. It was pure bliss, and I never wanted it to end.

My body was frozen for a good moment as I stared up at the ceiling. I couldn’t move or speak, trapped in a moment of heaven that seemed to stretch on endlessly. But suddenly, my senses were jolted back to reality as a pair of rough lips pressed against mine. Panic surged through me as I realised what he was trying to do-- force open my mouth.

Desperately, I fought back, pushing against his chest and struggling to break free from his grasp. "No---Mmgh...it’s...naaasstyy.."

I managed to gasp out, my words muffled by his unrelenting attempts. But he was stronger than me, and soon I felt my mouth being forced open and his tongue invading it with a salty liquid. I gagged, resisting and pleading for him to stop.

"Stop...nnhmm...stop it!"

But he didn’t listen to my pleas, continuing his assault until I was forced to swallow my cum he had transferred into my mouth. The taste was overwhelmingly salty and bitter, making me want to retch. Tasting my own cum felt disgusting.

"Swallow it," he ordered against my lips. "What a bad boy," He chided with a sinister chuckle, his fingers digging into my scalp as he forced my head up to look at him.

"Now," he commanded with an unhinged and evil smirk. "open your mouth and show me that you’ve swallowed it all."

My heart raced as I glared at him in disbelief and rage. "You crazy motherfucker!" I yelled, throwing my hands up at him in frustration.

He chuckled darkly, catching both of my wrists in his large hand and holding them securely above my head. His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close. "Do you want me to punish you, princess? How bad of you to try to hit your husband," he whispered.

"Husband, my ass!" I struggled against his powerful hold, but he only seemed to find pleasure in my resistance. His other hand lifted to cup my jaw, his thumb tracing over my bottom lip possessively.

"You’re insane!" I cried out, trying to break free from his grasp.

In response, he let out a manic laugh and reveled in the sight of me struggling helplessly beneath him. "You’re so pretty when you’re angry," he taunted. "Don’t try to deny that you’re secretly looking forward to me punishing you."

His fingers trailed down the length of my throat and over my collarbone, sending shivers of anticipation across my skin. Despite my protests, my body betrayed me as I found myself eagerly waiting for his punishment.

And I hated myself for it. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that I loved being in his control or whenever he tries to dominate him.

"What are you going to do?" I spat, standing my ground and challenging him with a sharp glare.

His eyes darkened and a sinful smirk played at the corner of his lips. He reached into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a length of silk rope. My breath hitched as I watched him.

"You’re a sick pervert, you know that?" I lashed out.

"Oh, but you love it." He chuckled, his fingers expertly weaving the soft material around my wrists, binding them tightly together.

As much as I hated to admit it, there was a part of me that did love it. The thrill of submission, the overwhelming feeling of being completely under his control. It made my pulse quicken and my heart race.

"Now, let’s see how well you behave when you’re tied up."

With each knot he tied, I felt a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. Completely helpless and vulnerable, yet strangely excited by the thought of what he might do to me.

He moved down to my ankles next, securing them to the foot of the bed so I was spread out like a feast for him. His touch was sure and confident as he bound me in place. After he was done tieing me, his piercing deep eyes gazed at me as if he was looking at the masterpiece he just created.

"You look perfect like this," he murmured, admiring his handiwork. "Completely at my mercy."

"Stop talking like that," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the beating of my heart. It seemed to have gone missing in the heat of the moment.

He ran his finger teasingly around my tight hole. The mania made me go crazy and caused my breath to catch in my throat. "Such a tight little hole, isn’t it?" he murmured, his eyes locked on mine with a dark and lustful look. I could tell he was relishing the power he had over me, and I craved for more, wanting him to push me further.

"You’ve been a bad boy, darling," he said with a dangerous purr in his voice. "And bad boys need to be punished. You didn’t tell me that you were being mistreated at the set."

My body tingled with anticipation as he reached into the drawer again, this time pulling out a viberator. My eyes widened as I gasped.

His smile was dark and satisfied as he positioned himself beside me, and the vibrator now hovering at my entrance.

"So let’s teach this little slutty hole of yours a lesson."