“My dirty husband likes to be fucked and toyed with?” I ask. Something about my words sends him over the edge. He pulls the wand from me, and I hiss at its loss. He tosses it onto the bed and grips my hair, sliding his other hand around to pull me up by my throat. My back is flush against his front, and I turn my face to meet his in messy, urgent kisses. “Call me your husband again,” he orders. “Will my husband make me come, please?”
