Vesper Swan: Ruinbound Ch. 04

Welcome back to Vesper Swan--where the monsters aren't the only things getting hunted, and sometimes a girl just needs to swallow something powerful to make it through the night. ????

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Vesper was straddling her motorcycle, silent as prayer, watching as Luca's Escalade disappeared into the city night. Its tail lights glared an angry red back at her--anger she knew she'd earned and deserved.

She checked the time on her phone and groaned.

Jesus Christ, it's already four in the morning?

It was a thirty minute drive back to her house outside the city. That meant she had all of an hour and a half to shower, take a nap, make up an excuse why she was out late and then right back out the damn door for work.

"I really need to slow down with this bullshit," she said.

Vesper cinched the long waves of her dark hair back into a pony tail and put her helmet on. When she kickstarted the Ninja ZX-6R, the engine's vibration massaged her thighs with a very welcome sensation. She leaned over the gas tank and ground her pussy into the seat.

"At least I still have you," she said with a little moan. She patted the bike's custom painted body.

Danny had done the work himself--a beautiful hand stenciled valkyrie with a flaming whip.

Like one of the legendary Furies, he'd said. Like you...

Vesper had to hand it to her husband. Sure, he was about as vanilla as a virgin prom date... but even now, guilt flared between her legs every time she remembered how carefully those hands painted her bike.

It was just after 4:30 when Vesper nudged her bike's kickstand in the driveway beside Danny's Toyota compact SUV. It was just like her husband. Dependable. Comfortable. Safe.

And about as thrilling as a coat of eggshell white paint.

The motorcycle's dying rumble brought her perilously close to cumming and had it not been for the damn early sunrise just beginning to color the sky she may have slipped a finger back down there. She ground herself once more into the seat, slow and firm--one last stolen pulse of pleasure--then sighed.

Clock's ticking, Vesper. Gotta go inside.

They had a nice home outside the city. Roomy and naturally lit, meticulously designed by a team Danny had hired before they'd moved in. Every room, every wall, every piece of furniture had been orchestrated to win a Better Homes and Garden contest.

Vesper hated that more than anything.

More than how she'd greedily fed on Luca.

Sure, she could argue with herself she'd needed his Essence to fuel her abilities before the fight.

But that second time?

That was just because she wanted his cock in her mouth again.

Just one more taste.

Vesper crept through the pre-dawn hush of her home, shedding clothes like secrets on the way to the guest bathroom. With any luck, Danny wouldn't have heard her and she'd be able to shower in peace and catch a little nap.

She stepped barefoot onto the cool Calacatta marble, the glass shower wrapping her in quiet luxury as she turned the water on. Vesper leaned forward, palms flat on the marble wall, letting the cold water sluice through her hair and down her back. She shivered as cold trickled swept over the curves of her hips and ass, then down the backs of her legs.

Vesper felt her nipples tighten against the sudden frigidness. She loved showering cold. Danny had thought she was crazy for them, that she only did that to guarantee he'd leave her to shower in peace.

The cold water wouldn't be doing you any favors, Danny, she often chuckled to herself.

She cupped the weight of one breast, lifted its puffy tip to her tongue, and flicked -- slow, deliberate. Electricity arced through her--carried by the cold water and the hunger still burning between her thighs.

For a split second, her hand hovered above her pussy.

"Fuck that," Vesper said.

She slipped an arm out of the shower. From the tiny wicker basket that contained monogrammed hand towels she removed a slender vibrator. It wasn't a monstrous toy by any measure--four, maybe five inches tops. Sky blue and no thicker than a roll of quarters.

But it was her favorite--it always took care of her. Though she could never tell Danny whom she was very happy to allow continuing to believe she 'hated' using all of the more... robust dildos he'd bought for her over the years.

Real cock, actual flesh with heat and muscle and intention, Vesper loved. Especially darker toned... throbbing... thicker...

Damn it, stop thinking about Luca.

Vesper bathed the vibrator's tip with her tongue. She always sucked it a little. Didn't know why, but always felt compelled.

She slipped her toy into her waiting cunt, then thumbed it on. The vibrator's gentle rhythm pulsed inside her, sending waves of desperate pleasure down her legs. She curled her painted toes and whimpered.

The little sky blue toy worked its magic. Vesper slid its modest girth in and out, twisting it to touch her everywhere it could reach.

When she felt her orgasm building, she leaned forward and re-inserted the vibrator from behind. She bucked against the toy, slamming it into its base. On one heated stroke, the pussy-slick vibrator slid out and nearly took her in the ass by surprise.

Vesper hesitated.

Should I? Should I at least try it?

Danny had pestered her at least once a month to put his little cock in her ass. She'd begged him not to, lying and saying he was too big. That she wouldn't like it.

She pushed the toy back between her folds.

Ass play? Maybe for the sluts in the ICU. But I'm a good girl. And good girls don't do--

She came hard, fire and ice flooding her veins as she lied to herself.

Good girl? I'm worse than those whores. They don't even bother with the secrets and sneaking around. They're out there for everyone to see.

Me? I'm sucking cock in allies and the front seats of SUVs.

Vesper panted, tits heaving, her teeth sunk into the side of her hand--like pain could bite back the guilt.

Holy fuck...

After catching her breath, Vesper stepped out of the shower, dried off, then wrapped a towel around her chest. It strained around her bare breasts, but with a tug she was able to cinch it closed. She rinsed her sky blue friend in the sink and returned it to its hiding place in the wicker basket.

She found Danny upstairs in their bed, sound asleep on his back. In the early morning light, she could see his little tentpole struggling to prop up the light weight sheet draped over him.

Vesper gave a little sigh.

Christ is it really *that* small?

A vase full of long-stemmed roses caught her eye on her makeup table. She padded over on tiptoes and flipped the card over.

'Because you're the only one I need.' -D.

Vesper smiled at her sleeping husband even as fresh guilt swelled in her chest.

"Damn it, Danny," she whispered.

She dropped the towel to the floor and caught her reflection--hourglass curves, tight muscles, shapely legs.

Her body looked like sin carved into flesh. Even her own reflection seemed to judge her.

Even my body thinks I'm a slut.

Carefully she slipped beneath the cool sheet, eager to avoid waking her husband up at such a wildly late hour. She gave a last look at Danny's smooth, hairless chest slowly rising and falling. There was even a split second where considered pulling the sheet down and mounting his hopeful member. Their work lives--and her extracurricular one--had made for a painfully lengthy time since she'd let him take her.

Instead, sleep took her.

But not for long.

An hour later, the faint creak of the bed and the subtle pressure of Danny's morning wood pressing against her ass stirred her back to consciousness. Vesper blinked, groggy, her mind still thick with shadow and shame. Heat still burned between her thighs.

She'd been dreaming of cock--Luca's... Again.

His arm was already draped over her waist, one hand inching toward her breast. She didn't stop him. Danny murmured something incoherent and nuzzled the back of her neck.

"Mmm... morning, beautiful..."

Vesper arched her back with a stretch. The crimson sheet fell away from her porcelain skin.

Danny rolled up onto an elbow, brow raised. Eyes hungry. "Wow."

"Wow what?" she replied.

"I don't..." Danny hesitated. "I can't remember the last time you came to bed topless."

Vesper pressed her breasts together with her upper arms. "So?" she said playfully.

Danny lowered his mouth to chest. "So you look fucking incredible."

She let him suck on her tits in turn, but when his hand drifted to her thighs, she gently brushed him away.

"I can't."

Danny traced her collar bone with his tongue. "Oh come on, Vessie. It's been like a month. I know work's been stupid, but I'm going crazy. You have to work with me here."

He leaned back and gestured to the tip of his erect dick poking above the sheet.

"The big guy misses you," he said.

Vesper bit her lower lip to hold in the chuckle. Danny took the gesture wrong--as usual. He traced a delicate finger from between her breasts, over the tight skin of her stomach, stopping only when he reached her hairless mound.

"Please," he said.

"I'm sorry babe," Vesper said. "Monthly."

A lie but a necessary one. She felt horrible letting him down--not even accounting for the other man she'd taken in her mouth.

"There's always..." Danny slid his fingers onto the supple flesh of her rear and pulled gently--but firmly enough to split her cheeks.

She playfully smacked his hand.

"How many times do I have to say no to that?" she asked. "That's for porn stars and desperate housewives."

Danny puffed out a sigh and flopped onto his back. The sheet slipped, exposing more of him.

"Can I at least trouble you to suck me off? It's been a month, it'll probably only take two minutes."

Two minutes? Keep telling yourself that...

Vesper hated seeing her husband ache like that. Vanilla or not, small cock or not, Danny was a good man who'd always taken care of her. Had always been there when she needed him. Had always done right by her.

"Fine," she said melodramatically. "But hands only."

Danny's face soured like someone had just told him his car had been stolen.

Or like someone told him his wife was a cock sucker... and had proof.

"Oh, c'mon, Ves--" he whined. "What is this? High school?"

She shot him a stern look. "Take it or leave it. And I'd take it because I have back to back doubles coming up at the hospital."

Danny settled into a comfortable position, back propped up so he could see Vesper's reflection better in the mirror facing their bed.

"Ok," he said.

Vesper's voice fell low and dusky. "What do we say?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Please."

Vesper rolled onto her knees by her husband's side. He moaned as she slowly dragged her nails down his body, stopping at the edge of the dark hair around his member.

"You want me to stroke your cock, Danny?" she asked, her lips parted so he could see the tongue she wasn't offering.

"Yes, please. Please do it," Danny choked.

Vesper wrapped her fingers around her husband's shaft and gently squeezed. Only the tip of his crown was visible in her grasp--a stark reminder at how much bigger Luca's cock was.

Danny's eyes rolled into his head as Vesper slowly twisted her hand. Each agonizing stroke teased a tiny drop of pre-cum from his shaft. Vesper collected it and smeared it all over his cock head.

"You like that, baby?" she asked.

"Oh my God, I fucking love that," Danny replied. "Lay your head on my chest. I want to hold you while you do that."

Vesper sighed and laid her head against his chest--just like he asked. She kept stroking him, slow and steady, each pump milking another soft moan from his throat. Danny's hand came up to cradle her head. His thumb brushed her hairline, sweet and loving.

"You're perfect," he whispered.

She closed her eyes.

If I'm so perfect... why do I keep imagining someone else's cock ruining my throat?

"You like that big cock in your hand, slut?" Danny asked.

Oh, if you only knew how much--and how recently I've held a big dick...

A moment passed, and when Vesper didn't answer Danny tried again.

"Tell me you like stroking my big dick."

Vesper hated lying to him. But what could she say? Was she really going to obliterate his ego? For what?

"Mmm I love stroking your big cock, Danny. It's the biggest I've ever had. I love it."

Danny's core tightened. "Don't stop."

Vesper kept pumping her husband's little dick.

"Danny, let me get the towel."

Danny's hand cupped the back of Vesper's head. At first, she thought he was going to push her mouth onto his shaft. But he only threaded his fingers into her dark curls.

"Just tell me when you're going to--"

Danny gasped like a drowning man coming up for air. With his hand holding her head firmly in place, Vesper was at his mercy as his cock unleashed. She released his member, but his own hand quickly found his shaft. He stroked the rest of his orgasm onto his wife's pretty face, burning with pleasure as his seed dripped from her lips and chin.

"I didn't say you could cum on my face," Vesper said coldly.

He gave a final pluming exhale. "Sorry about that."

He rolled out of bed without a word. He leaned down and kissed an unspoiled part of her face.

"That was amazing. I'm gonna get an early jump on work. You mind washing up downstairs?" He asked, heading into the master bathroom.

"Fine," Vesper said, wiping some of Danny's cum from beneath an eye. "Can you throw me a tow--"

The bathroom door closed with a click and a second later, the shower was running. Vesper turned onto her side, away from him.

Asshole.

She licked her lips, tasting the salt of Danny's mark. It was semen. Nothing more. No magic burned in it like Luca's. It was just cum. Plain old vanilla cum. She wiped her face clean with their sheet, somehow more ashamed that her husband had just finished on her face and left her than she had for sucking another man dry.

As she rolled back onto her side, she again found the roses on the vanity.

Still fresh.

Like the guilt between her legs.