39. LACEY #2
My eyes shot wide, and I bit my lip so it wouldn’t tremble.
His lips curved into a devilish grin. “Okay then, don’t do as I say. I’d love nothing more than to punish you, to see my handprint rise on the curve of your ass so you can’t even sit without thinking of me.”
He took a slow step toward me.
I hooked one heel on the edge of the bed, then the other, my stilettos digging into the fabric. Slowly, I spread my knees apart.
His pupils flared, swallowing the color of his irises. He sucked in a breath, and I realized I could play this game just as well as he. Sex, like performance, was about control—about making your audience desperate.
I leaned back on my elbows, letting my knees fall open in a butterfly stretch that felt effortless after years of dance. My hand skimmed my belly, moving down over my mound until my fingers brushed my clit. I circled it lazily, biting my lip and keeping my eyes locked on his.
Nik growled, low and feral. “I’m going to enjoy fucking that tight cunt raw.”
His words sent a tremor through me. I pressed harder, faster, tilting my hips to meet my hand.
“Good girl,” he said. “Look at you, doing what I told you.”
I slid one finger inside, the slick friction making me moan. Nik’s gaze followed every movement, unblinking. I lay back and rubbed my clit with my other hand. Within moments, the pressure built, my breath coming faster.
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
I’d barely gotten a glimpse of the menacing tattoos wrapping around his torso when the snap of leather made my eyes fly to his hands.
He folded his belt in half, smacking it lightly against his palm.
“Your choice, wife—come for me now, or I’ll put this belt to good use. ”
My walls started to quiver as I remembered his earlier threat—to belt my wrists behind my back, bend me over the kitchen island, and drool over my puckered hole as he pounded his cock deep inside my pussy, knowing he’d be fucking my ass next.
“That’s it, Lacey. Show me how to finger-fuck that cunt of yours. Show me how to touch you.”
Nik’s wicked encouragement pushed me over the edge. My walls clenched hard around my finger, my body bowing off the mattress as the orgasm tore through me and I saw stars.
Nik stepped closer, caught my jaw in his hand, and kissed me roughly.
When he pulled back, his voice was an ominous purr.
“Good girls get made love to, and bad girls get fucked. Tonight, you’ve been a very good girl.”
Nik toed off his shoes, letting them fall with a soft thud. Next, his pants hit the floor, leaving his long, thick cock jutting out from his body. No underwear.
Did he ever wear any? Or did he walk through the world commando?
He stepped out of his pants, leaving his socks behind and shedding the last layer of his restraint. My eyes dropped to his cock—and I sucked in a sharp breath.
God, that thing was going inside me again?
Memories of what we’d done in the shower rushed back, the way my body had burned and stretched around him, how I’d barely survived it.
His voice came out in a low growl that curled inside me. “That cunt is mine, wife. And I take special care of what I own.”
Before I could breathe, he dropped to his knees between my legs, clamped his hands around my hips, and dragged me across the comforter until my ass was balanced on the edge of the bed. His hands moved to grip the back of my thighs.
“Grab your knees, Lacey. Keep them spread open,” he demanded, and I complied.
His mouth brushed the inside of my thigh—soft at first, then he started nipping and biting. He worked his way along the inside of my leg, one kiss at a time, until he pressed his lips onto my ankle.
“You looked lethal tonight,” he said, his breath warm against my skin. “All dressed up and on my arm. But these…” His fingers slid over the delicate buckle of my heel. “God, I love these shoes.”
The strap snapped free. The stiletto slid away. He shifted to my other foot, repeating the slow removal and placing a kiss on my other ankle.
When both shoes were gone, he lifted his gaze, his mouth curving upward in satisfaction. “Every man in Xyst wanted you tonight. Every woman knew who you belonged to. And now?” He skimmed kisses up my inner thigh, closer, closer. “Now I’m claiming what’s mine.”
His mouth moved across the curve of my ass. The sudden wet flick of his tongue against my tightest place made me jolt.
“Nik—”
But he didn’t stop. Hooking one arm around my thigh to lock me in place, he splayed his other hand over my belly. His tongue circled, pressed, again and again, slowly and deliberately, until the shock transformed into heat.
I bit my lip as my head fell back.
God help me—it felt good. So good…I was about to come apart.
“You’re dripping on my tongue,” he murmured against me. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
He moved upward, parting me with his mouth. Then his tongue found my clit. He bit, sucked, and flicked in sharp, deliberate patterns until I was panting.
“Play with your tits,” he ordered. “Come on, Lacey—show me how you like it.”
My hand found the swell of my breast, and I began to squeeze, rolling the nipple between my fingers as his mouth devoured me. The pressure in my core wound tighter, the fire building fast.
Just when I was on the edge, he pulled back.
I whimpered, my eyes snapping open.
Nik rose, dragging me back from the edge of the bed. He stood between my legs and pushed my knees apart until they were pressed flat onto the mattress, spreading me completely for him.
“Up on your elbows,” he commanded.
I obeyed, propping myself up, my gaze locking onto his.
“I want you to watch,” he told me, his words a brutal promise. “Watch me ruin your needy little pussy. See every inch of me stretch you wide as I pound into that tight cunt. Remember the pain from your spanking—and then focus on me as I take you over the edge into ecstasy.”
Nik’s gaze dropped between my thighs, and I gasped. The way his eyes consumed me made heat coil low in my belly and a shiver run up my spine. I was nervous—God, was I nervous—but the hunger in his stare lit something wicked inside me.
“Do you trust me, little lamb?” he asked.
I nodded, even though the thought of him inside me again had my legs trembling. How could something that big ever feel good? The girls at the club had talked about it in graphic detail. They seemed to love all the ways their men fucked them. But…
Nik leaned forward, cupping my cheek in his hand with surprising gentleness. He kissed me softly, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth before letting go. My breath caught as he reached down, wrapped his fist around his cock, and started stroking himself.
Then he leaned over me, bracing one hand beside my hip as the other kept working his length.
The blunt crown of it slid up my slit, pressing over my clit before gliding back down to tease my entrance.
The friction was maddening—light enough to make me ache, deliberate enough to make my thighs open wider in invitation.
“Eyes on me,” he said. “I want you to see exactly how your pussy takes me.”
He pushed the tip past my folds, parting me with a slow stretch. My lips parted as I gasped. This wasn’t like the brutal, careless intrusion in the shower—this was a measured claiming, inch by inch, each moment drawing me tighter around him. There was pain, yes—but it was different this time.
“Look at that needy cunt,” he growled. “Gripping me already…and I’m barely inside you.”
He eased deeper, pulling almost all the way out again before sliding back in, a rhythm that coaxed my body to yield to him. Each time he stretched me further, my breath hitched.
Once he was halfway in, my nerves spiked. “Nik…I don’t think I can—”
“Oh, little lamb,” he murmured, giving me a roguish smile, “your body was made for this cock. You’ll take every inch I give you.”
My fingers twisted into the sheets as he went deeper, slowly but relentlessly. A whine escaped me. His thumb found my clit and started rubbing small, ruthless circles until my head fell back—
“Eyes up,” he snapped, the command cracking like a whip. “Watch me. Watch your tight little cunt stretch around me. Watch yourself come all over my cock.”
My eyes flew open, and I locked in on the sight of him sinking into me, every vein, every ridge dragging against my walls until—
With a sudden thrust, he slammed the rest of the way in.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “It hurts—”
“Focus,” he snapped. “Like when I spanked you—let the pain sharpen the pleasure. Feel me rubbing that perfect spot inside you. Feel your clit pulse against me. That’s where you live now.”
He withdrew and drove into me again, harder this time. Then he did it again, and again. The bed jolted with each thrust, the force of his movements stealing my breath. His rhythm built—deeper, rougher—every snap of his hips pushing me closer to that breaking point.
The words my wife, my cunt, mine rang in my head with every savage drive. The ache melted into fire, and all I could do was hold on as he fucked me toward oblivion.
Raw, needy confessions began slipping from my lips. The more he moved inside me, the filthier my mouth got—every unfiltered thought spilling out as my restraint slipped away.
“God, you’re splitting me open,” I mewled when he stretched me to the brink. “So deep—so fucking deep—filling every inch.”
Nik’s eyes were locked between my legs, watching himself disappear into me again and again, his jaw clenched like he was holding back from going feral. “That’s it,” he rumbled. “Be my good girl. Tell me what my cock does to your pussy.”
“It—hurts…so good,” I breathed, my fingers clawing at the blankets for something to hold on to. “Your dick owns my cunt,” I panted. “You own it. You’re so thick inside me, I can feel you throbbing—like you’re about to lose it.”
His thrusts deepened, pounding against that spot inside me that made my vision blur.
I dug my heels into the bed, searching for leverage so I could push back and meet him stroke for stroke.
In return, he slammed deeper, making my breath catch.
“Harder,” I begged, desperate. “Yes—yes—yes—make me come all over the steel pole between my thighs. Fuck me, my king…fuck your queen!”
Nik roared, his hips pistoning into me with punishing force.
He jerked inside me, a hot flood spilling deep within, his cock pulsing against my walls.
The sensation detonated something in me—and I shattered, my body convulsing around him, my fingers clawing at his arms while I screamed his name like a prayer and a curse.
Lightning shot through every nerve. He drove into me through wave after wave, milking every drop from us both until we collapsed in the aftershocks.
When I blinked up at him, sweat tracked down his temple. His chest heaved like he’d just taken the city by force.
The smile he gave me was devastating, like seeing the sun break through storm clouds.
Genuine. Beautiful.
“I love you, husband.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. My eyes widened—half in shock, half in embarrassment—because the confession crashed into me like a shockwave—raw, reckless, and terrifyingly true.
Nik stilled inside me, his expression unreadable. Then he dragged me up the bed with him, caging me under his body and bracing his forearms on either side of my head. His palms framed my face as his thumbs swept away tears I hadn’t realized were falling.
“You are perfect, Lacey,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Stunning. From your pretty pink pussy to your rosy lips—you are mine. Flawless. Every fucking inch.”
The words wrapped around me like velvet. When he kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips. His mouth was unhurried as he placed soft kisses on my cheeks, my temple, and my forehead, like he couldn’t stop touching me.
My breath stuttered. My heart was already gone, carved out and in his possession.
He hooked a thumb under my chin, tilting my face to meet his eyes. The next kiss he gave me was gentle, almost chaste…but he didn’t say “I love you” back. The absence of those three small words pricked somewhere deep.
It stung, but I understood. Nik had only ever known pain and brutality.
Love would be foreign to him, maybe even dangerous.
But it was there—buried beneath the intensity, the possession, and the brutality.
I could give him time. I could love him into surrender, play his game, yield to him as I waited for him to trust me with his heart.
I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, holding him as if I could fuse us together. “Promise me you’ll never let me go,” I whispered. “Promise me you’ll never die. Promise you won’t break me. I don’t think I can breathe without you.”
He kissed me again, slow and deep, his next words a lethal caress against my lips.
“I’ll never leave you,” he vowed. “But I assure you, little lamb…I will break you in ways you never imagined.”