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“Just like that.” He had a very good view of the strip of leather harness kit around her waist and the strap down between her legs.

“Mm. It is very wet, love. Are you sure you only came once?” He wiggled the strap, making extra sure the anal plug moved. Mia gratified that with a muffled gasp, and her hips shivered under his palm.

“Daddy. Please. It’s sore...”

“Oh no. You poor thing. Was I rough this morning?”

“Y—you’re just big.”

He slid the buckle loose on her waist but jostled the toys again to make her whimper before the straps came loose. “Don’t move a single muscle.” He waited to enjoy her obedience. Then he reached down for the phallus still lodged in her dripping cunt. He pushed it further in, then drew it out. Mia made a soft, disappointed sound, so he pushed it back into her, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“C—can I m-move?” Mia asked between gritted teeth.

“No.”

“Daddy—”

“No.” He used his free hand to unpin her hair while she gasped with each thrust of the toy. “You can move once you come for me.”

“Daddy...”

“Stop clenching that cunt. You’re taking this cock, Mia.”

That earned a near sob and a full-body twitch, but she relaxed onto the desk again. And he kept the movements up, not giving her the speed or the depth she wanted. She’d get that later. For now, she had to squirm and wince and flex her pretty little ass because he liked the view. He kept it up until she started twitching more, her feet fidgeting on the floor as the blush of her arousal crept up her back.

“That’s it,” he breathed, tugging her hair, then pushing her down, making sure she felt more trapped. Mostly because he knew damn well she liked it. “Come for me. Show Daddy how much you like getting fucked.”

The breathless whimper warned him before she locked down on the phallus. He watched her ass clench, the flared edge of the anal toy shifting as she tilted her hips and rocked uncontrollably through the sensations.

“There now. Was that so hard, sweetheart?” He kissed the back of her neck and pulled the phallus from her.

“N—no, daddy.” She panted, still speaking in the softest whisper. “C—can I ... a—are we done?”

“Not yet. Daddy had a rough morning. He needs his toy too.” Nicholas unfastened the fall of his breeches and palmed his aching cock while he admired her stretched, empty cunt. He pushed the plug into her ass a little more securely, and Mia whined.

“Please, c—can’t you take that out?”

“You were a bad girl this morning,” he said, putting the tip of his cock against her slick, warm cunt. “You’ve got to take your punishment.”

He stroked the back of her neck, down her shoulders, then pushed his palm flat against her back, holding her down while he worked himself into her vulnerable body. With the toy buried in her ass, she was even tighter than usual, a silky vice ready for him.

Mia bucked up and sideways, clearly trying to escape the stretch, the invasion. He didn’t let her. She was stuck, and considering the way her pussy was dripping, he didn’t need to check in to know she was willing. “D—daddy? It’s too big. Please....”

“You like it that way. I can feel you squeezing me, mia dolcezza. You want this.”

“N—no...”

“Mm. Are you sure?” He reached down and around her hips to flick her clit.

Mia jolted and twisted against him, then settled into a limp, shivery submission as he pushed harder on her shoulders, reminding her of her role. Her pussy kept flexing, pushing, but he felt the deeper pulse beginning and heard the catch in her breathing. She was close.

“It’s ... too much. Daddy, it’s ... I c—can’t...”

“Shh. Be quiet, Mia. You don’t want the house knowing you’re letting me do this to you in the middle of the day, do you? That you let your husband pleasure himself with you whenever he wants...?” He didn’t let up on the slow, hard thrusts or the stimulation of her swollen clit, drawing the slick evidence of her arousal up and over so he could rub her more easily, and watching her bite her lip. “That’s it. Let yourself come. Show me how much you like being ruined.”

“God ... Y—yes!” She clapped a hand over her mouth, and he didn’t reprimand her for letting go of the desk as her whole body seized up, her hips colliding with his.

“Good girl. Squeeze my cock. Take it all...” He shoved into her to the hilt, riding out the fluttering, tantalizing sensations until she slumped against the desk, limp and whimpering, her cheeks bright. Then he moved faster, abandoning her clit to grab her hips and hold her where he wanted. She choked back another wail, and her whole body shook, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He drove himself into her until he lost track of everything but his own pleasure, a wave of heat crashing through him, filling his wife. Even then, he kept thrusting. She wasn’t done. He smeared his seed and her pleasure across her clit until Mia sobbed, begging for mercy while he hammered himself into a last, groaning orgasm.