She blinks, then glances away.
"That’s what I thought." I pinch her chin so she has no choice but to look at me. "You’re right, though. I should have been more transparent with you. I should have involved you from the beginning. I should have, at least, hinted at what was going to happen, given you something more to hold onto, given you a role. I’m sorry for the pain I caused you. What can I do to make it up to you?"
She tilts her head.
"You want to make it up to me?"
I nod. "I’ll do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Anything. So long as you forgive me."
"Hmm." She chews on her lower lip, and goddamn, I feel it all the way down to my cock. My dick lengthens inside her. I know by the widening of her eyes, she’s noticed it. "Anything, eh?"
I have a feeling I’m going to regret this, but if it means I can earn her forgiveness, it will be worth it. "Anything."
"Can I tie you up?"
"Yes." I frown.
"And blindfold you?"
"As long as it means you fuck me at the end of it, yes."
"And you’ll wear a wedding ring?"
I glower at her.
"Will you?"
I take in her flushed features, her parted lips, that thick, dark hair of hers that spirals about her shoulders. The creamy column of her neck, that delicate curve of her shoulders revealed by her tank top. If I died now, it would be with my dick inside of her, and that’s all I could ask for.
"Fine." I nod.
"I didn’t hear you?" She smirks. The little firecracker actually smirks. Atme. Every part of me resists, but I push back that unwillingness inside of me. If I want to leave my mark on her, doesn’t it make sense she’d want to mark me? She’s my wife. If anyone can command me, it’s her. She’s the only one who can order me around, and I’ll take it, willingly.
"I’ll wear it," I growl.
"Oh, good." She bats her eyelids. "Will you let me down now?"
"Not until I’ve made you come again."
"First, I need to blindfold you."
"What if I close my eyes?"
"And tie you up."
"I need my arms to hold you up," I point out.
"Not if you’re lying on the floor."
My gaze wars with hers, then I nod. I move away from the mirror to the center of the floor, then lower myself to the ground. All the while, I make sure I’m still inside of her.
She brings her knees up and straddles me. The action makes her sink deeper onto my already-engorged dick. I groan; so does she. Then, she pulls off her T-shirt, leans forward and places it over my eyes. "Raise your head," she murmurs.
I comply and she ties it around my eyes. It’s effective enough that it cuts out the sight of her. My other senses come into focus at once. The way her thighs grip me, the feel of her cunt wrapped around my cock, her movements as she wriggles her ass across my thighs. I hear the slide of fabric against skin. Is she taking off her bra? My dick thickens further inside her. Then she leans forward, grips my wrist and forces one arm up, then the other.