6. Liam
6
LIAM
MILK I answer her call. As the first note of a sensual low-fi riff begins, I lean forward and take her lips in a quick, yet harsh kiss.
My tongue plunders and caresses as she fights back against my hold, desperate to take control, but I don’t allow it. This is exactly how I want my sugar plum after years of tempting and showing me what I couldn’t—wouldn’t touch then.
This is both a punishment and a promise. For her and me.
“No!” Piper cries out when I peck her swollen lips a final time before raking my teeth down her body. From her mouth down the center of her chest, I nip and bite my way to her pussy. She’s squirming in my hold, her desperation palpable, until my teeth scrape across her clit. That small contact has her thrashing, but then I’m too far gone into delirium to savor the moment.
I devour her. Almost angrily so.
From her bundle of nerves to her clenching hole, I give her one long lick with the flat of my tongue before kissing Piper’s entrance with reverence. A singular moment of sweetness is all I can give her because I’m beyond rationality as her decadence dances across my tastebuds.
She’s intoxicating, and I’m a starving man who’s received the greatest honor from God.
My life. My wife.
Piper tastes of spun sugar with a hint of salt while a fruit undertone blooms at the back of my throat. It reminds me of mangoes, or maybe it’s the pears she loves so much, but the combination has me painfully hard and I move one of my hands from her hip to my cock. Grip tight, I fuck my hand in time with every flick of my tongue across her sensitive flesh. Match every one of her moans with a swipe of my thumb across the engorged head.
A shiver runs down my spine at the sight of her thighs trembling.
“Fucking hell,” I hiss out, burying my face between her thigh and the sudden vibrations cause her to yelp. To thrash beneath my tongue, and son of a bitch she’s a beautiful work of art.
So soft and slick—pliable—my little slut undulates beneath my assault while my hungry growls and the sound of her wetness create a sinful harmony.
“Oh God.” Piper tries to reach out for me but the colorful lights don’t let her. Her frustration is clear in her tone—in the jerky movement of her hips before I pin her in place, heightening her aggravation. “Liam, I need to touch you. Please, baby.”
“Behave and take what I give you, sugar plum.” A nip to her mound, right above her clit, and she tries to bow into herself. The limited slack of her restraints impedes her movements and I’m happy to place my tongue within reach and let her ride it as a reward. Her eyes close for a second, teeth digging into her bottom lip but I remedy that with a sharp smack to her thigh.
Those hazel orbs I love so much snap open in shock: heavy-lidded yet focused. Following my every move.
“Keep them on me.” A command, my tone near animalistic and she nods, crying out as I start flicking her clit in rapid succession.
It earns me a throaty scream, but it’s still not loud enough.
Raking my teeth across the bundle, I nip it a final time before pulling back and admiring my work. She’s flushed and breathing hard, eyes pleading for more, while her juices pool at her clenching entrance before slipping toward her puckered hole.
Then the bed.
There’s a growing puddle beneath her, and like the Middle Ages, I’ll find a way to display my trophy in our home. She might not like my ideas for décor, but I’ll make her come around to the idea somehow.
“Release me.” It’s hissed out, kittenish in its appeal and level of threat. So adorable.
“No.”
“But—”
“Hush now.” Moving closer, I lean thrust toward her cunt and guide the head of my cock to kiss her pussy. I notch myself at her entrance but don’t slip inside. Instead, I gather her wetness and spread it from hole to clit and then back down again. Several times. Each pass is a little harder than the last until she mewls out a please and a single tear runs down her cheek.
So pretty. A little sloppy.
Motherfucking perfect.
There’s a small tray beneath my pillow, and as I slide between parted pussy lips and lean over, pulling out my surprise.
A mini wand.
Finger vibrator.
A candy cane-stripped butt plug.
A knife.
And massage oil; a lot of it.
“Liam—”
“You’ve been naughty girl, Piper.” Picking up the mini wand, I turn it on and move back, giving me space to work. It buzzes and she shivers. “Tell me, Ms. Valentine. Who taught you to keep things from me?”
That caught her off guard, her brows furrowing. “But I didn’t.”
“Try again.” I lower the wand to her mound on the lowest setting and let it sit there while placing the head of my cock at her entrance. Just leave it there. “Tell me.”
“That’s just rude.” Piper’s voice takes on a coquettish tone. She’s playful and acts unfazed, but the goosebumps across her soft skin are a tell. So is the flush that runs from her cheeks to the tips of her breasts, where her nipples pucker in a lovely shade of pink. I can also feel each clench of her hole, how she clenches and angles just slightly up to pull me in deeper.
So I play her game and bring the wand a notch lower and raise the vibration one mode hider. At once, Piper whimpers for me. Such a pretty sound. “That’s four infractions now.”
“When did I go from three to four?” She uses that coquettish turn that never fails to make me throb. “And shouldn’t my earlier spanking mean we started at one again?”
“No.” I press the wand a little harder, and her entire frame rolls into the pulse. Chasing it. “That was for being a brat. Nothing to do with the discussion we’re having.”
“B-but, I…oh my fuck !” she cries out as I turn on the setting to a higher pulse, and her reaction tugs a satisfied hum from me. It’s not on the highest level, but this one causes her mouth to drop open as a shuttered breath catches in her chest. I leave it there for a beat or two, enjoying the rhythmic tightening and fluttering around my pre-come beaded tip—then I raise the intensity.
Motherfuck, Piper gushes for me. She soaks my tip, and I pull out, bending to get a taste. My tongue dips into her entrance, lapping every drop. My pearl-like beads and her juices mix, the perfect combination of us, and it robs me of my senses.
I want more. All of it.
Pushing my tongue inside, I lick her walls as the intensity increases again. This time, to strong wave. It ends on three quick vibrations before starting again, and I’m rewarded with the tensing of her thighs as my fingers slip to her ass.
My cock is pressed tight against the mattress while I circle the slick rosebud, adding pressure to the rhythm of my tongue in her cunt. I’m sucking and licking—fucking her with the tip—but when I slip one finger knuckle deep into her ass…
“Liam…fuck…oh God!” Piper comes for me, fighting so hard against her restraints that they begin to mark her wrist, but I’m quick to flick open the butterfly knife and cut those holiday lights off. She’s shaking and thrashing as I toss the pair aside and then pull her into my arms, my body covering hers while the wand is pinned between us. It’s winding her up for another quick orgasm.
“Again, darling. Give me one more.” This time I’m ready, and when the first wave crashes into her, I pull it away and replace the device with my cock. Rub my engorged tip through her wetness and attack her sensitive clit until she squirts on us. It’s fast and so fucking hot. My balls draw up, and I can’t stop myself from dipping the head back to her entrance, and when the heat greets my tip, I empty myself all over her. “Fuck yeah. Such a pretty cunt.”
The first two ropes of come fill then dribble out of Piper’s entrance while I jerk my cock and paint the last strands of spend across her pussy. On her clit. Lips. And lastly; I aim the last few drops toward her lower belly.
Some of my come slips down her flesh while others pool, but I’m caught at that moment by a pleasing picture. There’s a tattoo with our initials my girl isn’t aware I know about, and the letters sit just below her left breast.
I scoop up some of our combined releases and slide the slick digits across the tattoo.
“Fucking perfect,” I whisper and sit back, admiring the view while the relaxed woman on my bed gives me a satiated grin. She’s not worried about cleaning up or stretching her limbs. Instead, Piper closes her eyes and lets out a content hum.
No words. No questions asked.
My sugar plum simply rests while I check her body for any damage from the binds. I kiss each wrist and then undo her legs just the same, paying attention to each indent and my earlier mess now dried and in need of cleaning.
And I do. I take care of what’s mine while she sleeps.
I clean her with a warm cloth and then cover her with a fuzzy, soft blanket before setting a timer. Piper has a one-hour countdown to rest because I’m not done with her yet.Because every inch of her is mine. Made for me.
My beautiful toy was kept on a shelf in pristine condition until I was ready to desecrate every inch of her lightly tanned skin.
Promise made. Promise kept.
I’ve warned her to never withhold information from me. She thinks I don’t see her, but the truth is, I’m obsessed—possessive of the little beauty—but have given her ample attempts to come clean.
My cock jerks again as she sighs in her sleep and I smirk. “You’ve been a naughty girl, Piper.”