“Kidnap you away. Tie you to my bed. Hell, those nights I’ve been sneaking into your bedroom and seducing you to be with me I’ve been praying to get you pregnant. I know it’s crazy, but I knew you’d never be free of me then.” His possessive words have an ache forming between my thighs.
“I’ve fantasized about that.” I lick my lips. “It’s why I was so shocked when you’d asked for that deal in the bedroom. I kept thinking you’d snap. Tell me I wasn’t going anywhere. When you asked me to come here I thought maybe…”
“I was going to take back what is mine.” He grips my hips. “Did you like being tied to the bed? Or how about when I smacked your pussy?” I nod my head yes.
“I’ve always loved when you take control, Rowan. I rather enjoy the bubble you put me in to protect me and keep me all to yourself. I like being there,” I admit. I’m sure a therapist would tell me it’s unhealthy, but I don’t give a crap. I know what I want, and I have a pretty good idea of what my husband wants. It’s one and the same.
“You might want to be careful what you ask for, wife,” he warns. That only turns me on even more.
“I’ll be happy where you put me as long as I’m always number one to you. That you don’t hold back when it comes to us. I want all of it. When you hold back, I feel it here.” I put my hand over his heart.
“You are number one to me, Charlee. Always. None of this other shit matters without you. You want all of me, you'll have all of it.”
He stands with me in his arms, carrying me toward the bedroom, where he strips us both down to nothing.
“There will never be anything between us again,” he vows. “Now get on the bed, wife. I’m going to give you everything you asked for and so much more.”
nine
ROWAN
“On your knees.”
Immediately she moves into position. I don’t even need to ask her to put her hands behind her back. She places them, back of the hand to palm, right at the base of her spine. Blood rushes downward as I stare at her bent head, her folded legs, the prim positioning of her hands. She wants this as much as I do.
“Head up, babe. I want you to see what I’m doing.” I snap the hemp rope between my hands. “I’m going to tie your wrists because when you get aroused, you can’t keep your hands to yourself. The rope will loop around your waist and between your ass cheeks. When you shift, the rope will tighten and rub against your pussy. Once you’re bound, you will sit on my lap while I suck your tits, but you can’t come.”
“Why can’t I come?” She shakes her ass, bouncing her unbound hands lightly.
“Because the longer you can last, the sweeter the release will be.” I wrap the rope around her wrists and then her waist. She moans when the hemp makes contact with her sex. Her lips are swollen, and the rope grows damp. I pull the binding tight until it’s slightly uncomfortable so that Charlee is forced to squirm and wriggle to find relief, but each movement only intensifies her ache. I draw her onto my lap and onto my shaft so that the rope and her pussy are in direct contact with my sensitive skin.
I grip her breasts, taking one into my mouth and massaging the other. I kiss her skin and lick her nipples, bringing her to the edge and then pulling her back. She arches toward me but I tip her backward, making sure that she doesn’t have any balance. Her only stability is my hand on the rope, my mouth on her body.
Her cunt convulses over my cock, firing my need. I’m hungry for her. I devour her tits, her shoulders, her neck, her ears. I eat at her lips, then shower kisses on her eyes and cheeks and jaw. I pull at that rope, rocking her back and forth, and when it feels like she’s about to explode, I stop.
I bring her to the edge again and again until her cheeks are wet with her desire, and my cock is soaked with her need.
“You want my cock? Nod if you want me.”
Her head bobs.
I tug on the knot, and the rope falls away. Surprise colors her face. “How?”
“Years of calving, darling.”
“I want to tie you up,” she declares.
I laugh softly. “We’ll see.” I swing her around, ass up, elbows down. Her forbidden pink hole flares exotically. I lick my thumb and circle the puckered skin. She shudders under my touch. “One of these days, I’m going to take you here.”
Her response is to wiggle her ass. “I hear a lot of talk back there, but I don’t feel any action.”
That earns her a whack across one round cheek. She yelps and tries to scoot away. I haul her back. “Brace yourself,” I warn and then drive my cock into her sopping pussy in one swift, hard motion.
She comes immediately. Her pussy convulses, tiny tremors sending shockwaves against my sensitive tissues. Her swollen lips stretch to their limit as she is forced to accommodate my girth. I hammer into her, slapping her ass, squeezing her tits. She keeps orgasming, one after the other, floods of her pleasure drenching my groin and thighs. I grab her hair and twist her up and around so I can claim her mouth. Our tongues parry in an exotic duel. My cock is a column of steel, driving into her fast and hard. I am hardly more than an animal at this moment, reduced to chasing down that fiery sensation of total oblivion.
I wrench my mouth away. “Say you’re mine, Charlee. I can’t come until you say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she cries.