41. Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Walker
E ach step I take on my way down from the loft triggers a dramatic creak from the old wooden boards. While I didn’t intend for it to be that way, I like that the sound is only heightening my wife’s excitement for what’s about to happen. It’s become one of my favorite parts of our dynamic—the anticipation.
I’ve made her wait in all sorts of positions—sometimes in restraints, and other times simply on her knees. No matter what I do though, I always find her soaking wet and needy when I finally decide to touch her. I fucking love it, and even though she’s notoriously impatient, I think she loves it too.
Tonight I intended to hold out for longer after tying her to the kitchen chair, but her bridal lingerie has been testing my limits—I can’t wait a second longer to do this.
“I got you a present,” I say, positioning myself behind her perfect body.
I removed the robe before tying her up but opted to leave the corset on because the fabric tapers into a thin strip at the base of her spine, giving me plenty of room to work with.
Morgan tries to turn her head to see what I’m holding, but her shoulders are flush with the back of the chair, arms straight and bound to the legs with a simple column tie. Her hips are pulled to the edge of the seat, ankles secured to her wrists—it’s the perfect position for a good spanking.
I trace my fingers up her arm, watching the way her chest rises and falls beneath my touch. She’s so damn responsive to me, it’s incredible. I could play with her for hours, studying the way her body adjusts to each tease and toy.
“Want to know what it is?” I bend down, dusting my lips against her neck to taste her.
She swallows, arching her head into me. “Yes, Sir.”
God—the formal responses never get old.
I cherish making slow, sweet love to my wife like newlyweds. I crave our rough, primal fucks like two lovers who have finally given in to each other. But this, right here, is something I fucking worship.
“Remember how you forgot to wear your wedding ring to work a few times this month?”
If we weren’t in a scene, I know my wife would immediately bite back with a sassy response because that’s just her nature. And while I love that side of her, I also love this side of her too—the one that makes the willing choice to submit.
“Yes. I remember, Sir.”
I grin, crouching down to her eye level so that she can watch me open the custom necklace from the black velvet box.
“You won’t have to worry about that anymore because I’ll have the key.”
Her green eyes go wide with understanding as they take in the gold choker. She dips her head in acknowledgment, and for some reason, I feel my heart swell with pride.
I pull her hair to the side, threading the metal around her neck before I clasp it in the back. The jewelry maker specializes in kink, and while these types of discrete collars are usually simple chains, I had them add a small circle the size of her wedding band to the center.
I actually didn’t know much about the whole collar thing until I started diving into my kink research. It didn’t seem like my thing so I didn’t think twice about it, but when we started playing around with our dynamic a little more, I reached out to a guy I knew in med school hoping to get some advice.
Worth and I were about as friendly as I was with anyone back then, and he was always pretty vocal about his involvement in a local club, so I figured he might still be into it. And even though he practices in Houston now, he was more than willing to chat.
It turns out that while there are universally accepted guidelines related to safety, there’s more diversity in kink than I originally thought. Hearing him explain the significance of a collar in a dominant and submissive relationship helped reframe my perspective. Yes, it’s a symbol of submission and ownership, but to many people within the community, it holds the same value as a wedding band.
And just like with every scene, we’ll talk about this later. If she hates it, we can figure something else out. Because although nothing about our relationship has been traditional, the commitment between us has been and always will be there.
Morgan swallows as I secure the choker with a tiny hex-screw key. “Thank you for the collar, Sir.”
I sweep her hair back in place. “You’re welcome. I was going to spank your ass for being so bratty earlier but I’m suddenly feeling generous. Does my wife want to come?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She bites her lip hesitantly as I’m about to stand, and I furrow my brow because I notice a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. When we’re in a scene, we negotiated that she would only respond to questions directly, but I can tell that she’s dying to say something.
“Where are you, little devil? Do you want to keep going?”
“Green, Sir.”
My brows knit. “Then what is it?”
Morgan smirks at me. Her voice is like hot honey, sweet at first but filled with a kick. “I got you something too, Sir.”
My lips twitch with amusement. “You did, did you?”
She nods like she’s proud of herself. “I put a plug in for you, Sir.”
I cock my head—it takes a lot to surprise me, but my wife continually does it time and time again. The last thing I would have expected was for her to try this on her own.
I stand and circle her without saying anything, needing to see it for myself. I bought her an anal training kit as something to work up to once she got comfortable with my fingers, but we haven’t tried it yet. Sure, we also used the hook once, but it’s still much thinner than those plugs.
Without much pretense, I sink to my knees behind her and unsnap the delicate fabric between her legs that was concealing the toy. My fingers glide through her soaking pussy to her back entrance, finding the plug that she promised.
I tug on the rubber and we both groan in unison, barely able to contain our mutual arousal. I twist the outer head of the toy, watching her tight muscles grip it like a vice.
I’m about to start playing with her ass like a kid on Christmas morning when something strikes me as odd. This is definitely not the smallest size—if it was, it would have easily come out by now.
“Do you want to tell me why you have such a big plug inside of you?”
I adjust my position, reaching around her torso to press her clit with my thumb while my other hand rests protectively on the toy.
Morgan whimpers, her voice soft but still confident. “I worked up to the biggest size for you, Sir.”
Fuck.
I have to bite the inside of my lip to stifle my excitement because this is the best damn present I’ve ever received. “And why would you do that?”
I slide two fingers inside her cunt, feeling the plug press against her inner walls. She’s not lying—this is definitely the biggest size. While it’s not as girthy as my cock, it’s much less malleable. If she wanted to take me back there, I have no doubt that we could make it work. And honestly, given how her pussy is weeping onto my hand, we might not even need lube.
“So that we could make it fit,” she answers, though the last word comes out as a cry because my fingers curl to that spot I know she loves so much.
I start circling her clit in reward, and her pussy flutters around my fingers, like it’s already close to coming hard for me.
“You want me to fuck your ass tonight? You want me to finally own all of your holes so badly that you prepared the best one for me as a present, didn’t you?”
Her body tries to buck as her orgasm crests but the ropes I tied to her thighs hold her in place. I slow my fingers, feeling her muscles contract around them as her screams of pleasure echo through the silent cabin. She shudders as she rides out her release, and I glide my hand over her spine to soothe her.
“Good girl,” I coo, rubbing her through it.
All I can think about is how incredible it’s going to feel when she comes like that with my cock in her ass.
I pull back and drop my briefs to my knees, letting my aching length fall free. I settle one hand on her hip for leverage as the other goes to my shaft, pumping a few times to alleviate the pressure before I tilt my hips. My jaw clenches as her warm pussy coats me with her cum, drenching my cock in her own natural lube. I honestly don’t think she’s ever been this wet for me before—my girl really does love ass play.
I notch my tip at her entrance, holding it steady as my hand goes to the plug.
“God, you’re soaking me,” I groan, feeling her greedy pussy trying to pull me in. “I’m going to work this out of you and then replace it with my cock. We’ll go slow, I promise.”
Morgan pants, her chest heaving as I grab the base of the plug.
I jiggle it slightly before slowly twisting it in a clockwise motion. The widest part starts to peek through the tight ring of muscles opening for me, and I watch in rapt amazement, surprised that her petite body can handle something so large.
I continue twisting until the toy begins to taper, making it easier to slide out of her tight ass. A gush of arousal slides down my shaft when the plug springs free, like her pussy was jealous of the attention her other hole was getting and wanted to show off.
“Turn your head to the side,” I grunt, sliding my tip to her now empty back entrance. “I want to watch your pretty face twist in pleasure when you take my cock up your ass the first time.”
She follows my instructions and lets out a blissful moan as my free hand reaches for her swollen clit. No matter how much she prepped for this, it’s not going to be as easy as she thinks—I need her to be as relaxed as possible.
“Give me a color,” I rasp, jaw clenched tight as I feed my cock into her puckered hole. I push forward half an inch. There’s resistance, but not nearly as much as I was expecting.
Morgan’s face screws up like it’s in pain, but almost instantly relaxes like she thought it would be worse than it actually is. “Green, Sir.”
“Atta girl,” I praise, pressing further into her ass.
Holy fuck.
She’s gripping me so tight that I almost blackout. When I make it past the first group of tight muscles, I pause to let her adjust to the sensation. Her eyes close, mouth dropping open with a whimper as my fingers rub her through it.
I widen my knees, feeling pressure start to build at the base of my spine. Once I’m all of the way in, there’s no way in hell I’m going to last—this feels too damn good. But she comes first, and she always will.
I move my hand from my shaft to her chest, tugging away the lingerie to free her gorgeous tits. I don’t bother with teasing. I pinch her nipple hard, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger while doing the same thing to her clit.
She cries out, her eyes flying open to meet mine as she erupts in pleasure. Her inner muscles spasm, squeezing my cock in a way that nearly makes me come on the spot.
It takes all of my control to wait until her orgasm dulls before I press forward again. Both of my hands settle on her hips for leverage, and I dig my fingers into the skin at the crease as I watch her come down from her high.
“Ready?”
Morgan’s lips tilt into a satiated smile. “Ready for you to fuck my ass, Sir. ”
Satisfaction swirls through me as I give her a crisp nod and press forward. My grip tightens on her hips as I impale her with my cock, feeling her open for me fully. I let out a noise that sounds somewhere between a growl and a purr as I feel her tight muscles clamp down.
“Fuck,” I groan, not daring to move. “Are you trying to come again for me? Does simply having my cock in your ass push you over the edge?”
Her eyes fall to the floor and she nods, dragging her lower lip through her teeth like she’s embarrassed by the truth.
I lean forward and cover her back with my chest, pressing my forehead to the side of her face as a sudden rush of sentimentality hits me.
“I can’t believe I ever thought you were my nightmare, little devil. You are the best goddamn dream that I’ve ever had.”
Sliding out of her halfway, I hammer back in until we both find our release. As I’m holding my wife tight, I know one thing without a doubt—this is a dream that I never want to wake up from.