Chapter 22 Be A Good Wife
In an instant, all traces of fatigue vanished. Dropping his jacket to the floor, he rushed to the bed, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her lips.
Ivy’s eyes fluttered open, breaking out of slumber in surprise.
When he pulled back, his fingers threaded through her hair, caressing her gently, a wide smile lighting up his face. "You came back already?"
Ivy nodded, her voice still laced with drowsiness. "I came back early in the evening. I was waiting for you, but you didn’t come, so I went to bed."
Christian looked like he was about to burst with happiness. He leaned in again, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. "You should have called me and told me," he murmured. "I was working at the office. If I knew you were back, I would have come home."
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt, his fingers skimming her neck, and then cupping the side of her head, rubbing her ear lightly, his gaze darkening with warmth and hunger.
Before she could take another breath, he was climbing on top of her, pinning her beneath him. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, his hands sliding down to her thighs, pushing her short nightdress up, and parting her legs as his lower body pressed against her.
"I need you," Christian growled against her lips, his eyes burning with desire. His thick rod was already hard as a rock.
Christian pulled her hands above her head and captured them there.
His lips moved down, kissing and biting her flesh. Her neckline was delicate, and beautiful. It was begging to be bitten by him.
His mouth trailed to the side of her neck. His lips sucked on the sensitive spot, and his teeth followed, grazing the skin and driving Ivy wild with the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
“Oh God…” Ivy groaned loudly when he kept sucking and nibbling on the same spot.
After one last bite to claim her, he lifted his head and met her gaze.
That innocently wild look on her face, the hunger in her eyes, the helplessness of her body beneath his, fueled his dominance.
In one swift motion, he ripped off her nightdress and shed his own clothes. Within seconds, they were both bare, skin against skin, heat radiating between them.
Her whole body was burning like it was on fire, that overwhelming ache consuming her from the inside out. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her body moved on instinct, desperate for relief.
She flipped them over and climbed on top of him. Her breaths were ragged, her heart racing.
She slid up on his body, her soft curves pressing against him. Her hands gripped his jaw, and before he could react, she slipped her nipple into his mouth.
"Mmm…" Christian groaned deeply, his large hands flying up to cup her breasts. His mouth latched onto the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling around it, teeth lightly grazing it before sucking it harder.
His hands kneaded her soft mounds, squeezing and molding them to his liking.
"More," she moaned breathlessly, grinding her wet core against his hard length. "Please…"
Her slick heat rubbed against his cock, the friction sending shocks of pleasure through her body.
Christian’s eyes darkened as his hands slid down to her hips, holding her steady as she moved against him.
"I can't take it anymore," she cried out. "I want you inside me. Right now."
Her hand shot down to grab his hard length, positioning it at her entrance. But just as she was about to sink down, he growled in disapproval when she pulled her nipple out of his mouth.
"Give me your breast," he demanded, his voice rough. His tongue flicked out, tracing the wetness left behind.
Ivy was blind with lust. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips rocked against him, desperate for more.
“No,” she grumbled, her throat dry.
His instincts stirred beneath the surface, darkening his gaze. Even though he was stronger, at this moment, she was the one in control, and it was driving him insane.
A low growl escaped Christian’s throat as his hands tightened on her waist. Before she could take another breath, he was climbing on top of her, pinning her beneath him. His mouth claimed hers hungrily, his hands sliding down to her thighs, parting them as his hardened rod pressed against her wetness.
"You are really fucking stubborn, Ivy." he hissed. He pinned her wrists above her head, his mouth brushing against her ear. "You can’t be in control of me all the time."
Her breath hitched as his cock slid against her slick folds, teasing her without giving her what she needed.
"Christian, please…"
His hands slid down her sides, his fingers pressing into her hips as he pushed into her with one deep thrust.
"Oh—oh fuck!" she cried out, her back arching off the bed as his length filled her completely.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as he drove into her relentlessly. His hands gripped her hips, controlling her movements as he pounded into her with raw intensity.
His mouth found her nipple once more, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his thrusts deepened.
Her nails raked down his back as pleasure ripped through her body.
"Ahh… ahhh… yes!" she cried out as he slammed into her harder.
Christian pulled back just enough to watch her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, her mouth slightly open, breathless moans escaping with every thrust. Her hair was wild, fanned out beneath her on the bed.
His shaft hardened even more at the sight of her completely unraveling beneath him.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he growled, lowering his mouth to her breast. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making her whimper.
"Faster…" she begged, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.
"Fuck…" Christian’s hands dug into her hips as he thrust harder, driving into her so deeply that she felt every inch of him stretching her sensitive walls.
Her body tightened around him as another orgasm ripped through her.
"Ahhh!" she screamed, her head falling back as her entire body trembled beneath him.
Ivy clung to him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. She tightened around him, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her.
Christian’s thrusts became erratic. With a low growl, he came inside her, his body stiffening as he released deep within her. But even as he came, he didn’t stop. His girth was still hard, still pulsing inside her.
"Good girl," he muttered darkly. He groaned, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. "You feel so good," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. "I’m not letting you go easily this time."
Christian flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grabbing her hips and positioning her exactly how he wanted. His rod slid along her entrance before he thrust into her from behind with one hard stroke.
"Christian!" Ivy screamed, her hands gripping the sheets.
Christian growled, his hands spreading her ass cheeks to watch as he sank into her again and again. "You’re going to take all of me," he growled. "And you’re going to love every fucking second of it."
Her walls sucked him in instantly as he slid into her, stretching her painfully wide. Ivy cried out, her fingers clawing at his back. Christian started to move, his cock pushing deep into her soaked heat.
He bent his head down and wrapped his mouth around her breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipple as he sucked hard. Ivy screamed, her hands flying to his hair as his cock slammed into her over and over again.
"More," Christian growled darkly, lifting her higher so he could hit her even deeper.
"Ahhh—!" Ivy sobbed, her head falling back.
Her legs were trembling so badly that she nearly collapsed, but Christian held her up, one hand gripping her waist while the other reached around to slide between her folds. His hands slid down to her clit, rubbing it roughly as he fucked her harder and faster.
"Cum for me," he ordered, rubbing her in quick circles.
"C—Christian…"
"It’s alright." His fingers rubbed her faster, stroking her exactly where she needed it. "Cum for me, Ivy."
Ivy’s body tightened, her thighs trembling as another orgasm exploded through her. She screamed his name, her walls fluttering around his length as he drove into her harder, his mouth biting and sucking on her breasts until they were red and swollen.
He didn’t stop. Even after she came, he kept moving, his rod sliding in and out of her.
"Christian!" she whimpered.
His eyes flashed with dark possession. He pulled her into another rough kiss as his thrusts grew frantic, chasing his release.
"Yes, Ivy?" His hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack.
She gasped, her core tightening around him once more.
Christian’s thrusts became rougher, deeper, until his breath hitched. His girth pulsed inside her, and then he was filling her with his release, moaning her name as he buried himself to the hilt. Ivy whimpered, her body convulsing as his shaft filled her to the brim, making her release again.
Christian finally collapsed beside her, his arm wrapping tightly around her waist. Ivy’s breath was ragged, her body completely spent.
Christian pressed his lips to her shoulder, his breath ragged.
"One more time," he rasped.
His tongue flicked across his lips as he admired the sight before him—his wife, spent and limp on the bed, her thighs still caught in the aftershocks of relentless pleasure.
"Ivy," his deep voice murmured near her ear, husky with desire. "I have a surprise for you."
Her dazed eyes fluttered open, unfocused, as she tried to process his words. Through the haze of exhaustion, she watched him open the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and a ball gag.
"Give me your hands," he commanded, his tone both firm and enticing.
Even in her exhaustion, the idea of being bound, utterly at his mercy, sent a fresh jolt of desire through her body. Swallowing hard, she turned, offering her wrists to him without hesitation.
A dark smirk played on his lips as he took them, pressing lingering kisses along the delicate skin of her wrists before locking the cold metal cuffs around them. Her body collapsed onto the cold bed, her cheek resting against the sheets while her hips remained arched, her ass high in the air—an irresistible sight he intended to savor.
He reached for the ball gag next, his fingers gripping her jaw as he pried her mouth open, slipping the soft, round ball between her lips and fastening the strap securely at the back of her head.
"I love seeing your face when you come," he murmured, his heated gaze drinking her in as he tightened the straps. His hunger was unmistakable. "Let me use toys on you. I want to watch you fall apart, over and over again."
From the drawer, he retrieved a manhood shaped vibrator and slid it inside her drenched entrance. Her walls clenched around the intrusion, the sensation making her whimper against the gag. Next, he pulled out three clamps, attaching them to her sensitive nipples and her swollen clit.
Ivy had no idea that while she was gone, he had already prepared all of these sinful devices, waiting for this very moment.
Christian took out an egg vibrator. He placed it directly on her throbbing clit, and held it there with his fingers.
"Now this will make you look complete," he murmured, his voice a sinful promise as he retrieved feather-light tickling vibrators. His deft fingers fastened them to her legs and toes, ensuring the soft plumes would tease the sensitive soles of her feet with every slightest movement.
Then, without warning, he pressed the button.
Every device roared to life at the highest setting.
Her body convulsed instantly, her muffled cries vibrating against the ball gag as pleasure and torment intertwined in a mind-numbing symphony. The powerful vibrator inside her thrust with merciless precision, while the relentless pulses against her clit and nipples sent shockwaves through her trembling frame. The delicate tickles on her feet only heightened her sensitivity, sending her into sensory overload.
"Mmhmphh—mmgghhh!" Her muffled moans filled the air, but the ball gag muffled every sound. She was left helpless, her body trembling like a puppet under his control.
Kneeling in front of her, his imposing form loomed over her helpless state. His monstrous length stood heavy in front of her, hard and ready.
"My toys will play with you," he murmured, his fingers caressing her tear-streaked cheek. "Be a good wife, Ivy. You need to surrender to the pleasure I've prepared for you."