"Tell me."
Her tongue prodded the necktie but, "Bedder," was the only word she could get out.
All these months of marriage, of strain and strife, and I’d come to learn that my wife didnothandle her emotions in a healthy way—she hid her true feelings through snark. Grieving my father’s passing, exhausted from lack of sleep, and then the news about her mom meant that she’d been sassing me ever since her phone call with Lorelei—this wasn’t the first time I’d fucked her out of her mad, and it wouldn’t be the last either.
I spanked her ass. "Get off."
Her brow furrowed and she shook her head.
I spanked her again. "Do it, Savvie," I growled, using the tone I knew she’d respond to.
She wriggled off my dick, releasing a sobbing gasp before she toppled onto her side next to me.
I scampered upright then headed directly into the closet. Ignoring her yelp of annoyance, I found the item I’d purchased earlier today.
Sure, MacMurray had inspired said purchase, but she didn’t need to know that.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the spreader bar before the lids lowered into slits.
Watching her breathing change, I warned, "If you kick me, I will make you pay for it."
"Won’t," she garbled around the silk.
"Good girl," I praised as I reached for one foot and set the cuff around the ankle.
Lifting it, I nipped her big toe, smirking when she squealed. Sucking the digit between my lips had her eyes flaring ever wider, and when she squirmed to get free, I released it before I smoothed my tongue over the arch.
Her shudder wasnotfrom revulsion.
She groaned and mumbled, "Feelth good."
"I know it does, little one."
I let go of that foot so I could snag the other and wrap the cuff around it too. With that done, I fastened the spreader bar to the cuffs then yanked it apart, tutting when I saw it barely parted her legs.
With every inch I spread them, her moans changed, getting progressively deeper.
When the muscles of her inner thighs were straining, I eyed her soaked cunt with satisfaction.
It was on display, but... not enough.
Reaching down, I clenched my fist around my balls and gave them a rough squeeze before I grabbed the bar and lifted her legs until the front of her thighs were resting against her chest.
"I’m going to put the bar beneath your head. Nod if you think you can manage it."
Her nod was eager.
I hummed as I worked, positioning a pillow between the bar and her head as I settled it there so that the cold metal wouldn’t hurt her neck or dig into her too much.
Now, she was totally on display, her cunt leaking juices that were a mixture of both of us, and my mouth watered for a taste.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reached over and dragged my nails down the flat of her left sole. She screeched then squirmed as I proceeded to tickle that same sensitive flesh.
"I’m not going to fuck you until you leave a puddle of cum on the sheets beneath your ass, baby girl."
Her eyes bugged wide at that.
Shooting her a smirk, I let my nails drag over the length of her calf and down the back of her thigh before I moved to the other leg and gave it the same treatment.