Chapter 41 #3
She inhaled and arched her back, opening herself further. I withdrew, added more lube, and pressed in again—one knuckle deep. I repeated the motion, adding more each time, working her open carefully until I could slide two knuckles deep and more.
“You’re taking my finger in your ass so well,” I murmured. “You’ll love the plug.”
I pulled out my finger slowly. Her breath hitched as though she missed the pressure.
Good.
I coated the plug again and pressed it gently against her entrance.
She whimpered and rocked her hips back toward it.
In one smooth motion, I pushed until the widest part slipped past the ring of muscle and seated fully in place. I stepped back, picked up the remote, and switched it on to the lowest setting.
Her breath caught and a soft whine escaped her throat. Within seconds, her body began to respond. Her eyes were closed, hips moving in small, restless circles.
She was close again.
I slid one hand over her lower back and reached around with the other, brushing a finger over her clit.
That set her off.
She cried out as her shoulders dropped to the mattress. When her nipples brushed the surface, she gasped again, chasing the friction of my finger.
This orgasm was different. Her body moved on instinct; her mind was somewhere else entirely. I stood there and watched her unravel.
Christ.
She was stunning when she came apart like that. All the expressions and little sounds were what I lived for. The tremors that ran through her hips.
It was addictive.
When she recovered enough to lift her head, she smiled at me.
“That was so good,” she breathed out on a sigh.
“You ready to pray for another?” I asked, holding up the rosary.
“Don’t you want me to play with you?”
“Is that even a question?”
She laughed.
“Sit up and turn around.”
I picked up the rosary and took her hands one at a time, drawing them behind her back. I looped the beads around her wrists and knotted them securely. She wouldn’t be getting free without my help. Her fingers curled around the hanging beads, twisting them in her grip.
I unbuttoned my pants, pushed them down, and stepped out of them. How I had lasted this long without burying myself inside her was beyond me.
She shifted aside to make room for me on the bed, and I noticed her squirming. The vibration still worked that tight little hole, keeping her body primed.
I swung my legs up and caught her by the hips, dragging her over me until she straddled my hips.
With her arms bound behind her back, she was vulnerable in a way that tightened something deep in my chest.
I lifted her hips and guided her down onto my throbbing cock. She sucked in a breath and squeezed her ass cheeks in response to the new stretch.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “That vibrator in your ass feels so good.”
She squirmed, her mouth falling open as she adjusted to the fullness of me pressed against the plug. The combination had her body struggling to decide where to focus.
I leaned back against the pillows and headboard, watching her move. Back arched. Hips rolling. Nipples tight and flushed beneath the clamps.
“I love you, my wife,” I said, my fingers digging into her thighs as I held her in place.
She smiled and bent forward to kiss me. Her taut nipples grazed my chest, and she whimpered at the friction, brushing them against me again as if chasing the sting.
I pushed her upright and rolled one nipple between my fingers. Her breath hitched. Her hips began to move with purpose.
She was so close.
With both hands, I reached up and unsnapped the clamps in quick succession.
She screamed at the rush of blood.
I slid my thumb to her clit and strummed it while pinching one of her nipples with the other hand, and she shattered.
Her body clenched around me, hips stuttering as pleasure overtook her. Christ, she felt incredible. It took everything in me to rein it in and not explode inside her before I was ready.
I forced myself to breathe as she rode out the waves.
When her muscles softened and her head fell forward, I reached over to the remote and turned the plug off, giving her a moment to recover.
But I wasn’t done.
I had something else in mind. Something she hadn’t anticipated when I set that tray on the nightstand.
She lifted her head slowly, eyes sex-drunk, lips parted. She assumed we were finished.
Not even close.
“You ready to push your limits a little and try something different?” I asked.
She let out a soft laugh. “I think this thing in my ass already counts as different. But if whatever you’re grinning about is half as good, then I’m in.”
That laugh hit me square in the chest.
I had a happy wife.
A wife who trusted me with her body. With her pleasure. With my ability to set her on fire and hold her there without letting her burn.
I reached over to the tray and picked up the candle. It had been burning for a while and held a pool of melted wax. She tilted her head and dragged her teeth over her bottom lip, confusion flickering across her face.
“It’s for wax play,” I explained. “You drip a little on sensitive places. The pain is controlled by how far away you hold the candle when you pour it. The farther away, the more it cools before touching the skin. The closer, the sharper the sting.”
She looked skeptical.
I lifted the candle high above her leg and let a small drop fall. Cool wax hit her thigh.
“I didn’t feel that at all.”
“Let’s try a little warmer.”
I lowered the height and poured again. This time she jumped when it struck. I brushed the wax away with my finger.
“See? Not bad.”
I reached for the remote, turned it back on, and increased the vibration slightly. The stronger pulse made my cock twitch inside her.
She moaned and closed her eyes. “Mmm, I love this thing,” she said, rocking her hips.
I drew my knees up to steady her. “Lean back and focus on that pleasure while I pour another drip.”
She nodded.
I lifted the candle above her breast, close enough that it would sting. The wax touched her skin, and her eyes snapped open. I drove my hips upward in response, redirecting her focus, and she smiled through the sensation.
I let another drop fall on the other breast. She gasped, but the sharpness melted into pleasure.
“Close your eyes,” I said. “The surprise will make it better.”
She obeyed.
I delivered two quick drips—one to the same breast, one to her thigh. She whimpered, her mouth parting as the high began to build. She was catching the high that this sort of pain could bring.
I slid my thumb to her clit and began stroking. Then I continued with the candle, bringing it as close to her skin as was safe, letting it fall in unpredictable places. Her breathing turned ragged. Her hips rocked. She teetered on the edge.
“Fly high, my little bird,” I murmured, spreading her pussy lips slightly before letting a drop fall just above her clit.
She lurched forward, screamed, bucked, and shattered around me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I set the candle aside, lifted her off me, turned her over, and entered her from behind. Her walls tightened instantly, the plug still working inside her, amplifying everything. I pounded into her with steady strokes.
I grabbed the rosary and tugged her bound wrists, forcing her back to arch deeper. Sharp, quick moans spilled from her throat as I thrust harder.
Release quickly tore through me.
My hands locked on her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as I rode out the orgasm and emptied myself inside her. When the surge subsided and my vision cleared, I eased out of her slowly.
She was squirming, spent from the layers of sensation and the unrelenting vibration. I reached over and turned it off. The silence that followed made her melt, shoulders sinking into the mattress, ass still in the air, the plug nestled between her cheeks.
It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen.
Even after coming, it made my cock twitch.
I ran my hand slowly over her back and down to her hips. “Such a good wife,” I murmured. “Taking me hard and pushing yourself to try new things.”
I bent and kissed the center of her back. A soft moan slipped from her lips. Speech was beyond her now.
I slid my fingers between her cheeks and eased the plug out with care, setting it back on the tray. Who would have thought something so small could be so good?
I untwisted the rosary from her wrists and rubbed the skin where the beads had left indentations.
She rolled onto her side, limbs loose, breath heavy.
Boneless. Satisfied.
She was my sated saint.
I gathered her into my arms and carried her to our bed. After switching off the remaining lights, I lay down and pulled her against my chest. Her body fit there perfectly, as if it had always belonged.
Her eyes lifted to mine, hazy but certain.
“I love you, husband,” she murmured.
Her lashes lowered, and within seconds, her breathing evened out.
With Scarlett happily asleep on my chest, our world was at peace.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t crave more.
Because I held the only thing that mattered in my arms.