Chapter 28 Such A Good Wife
Her heart stuttered. “Christian, we’re in the parking lot. What if someone sees us?” she whispered, her voice laced with panic.
He hushed her with a soft kiss against her jaw, his grip tightening around her waist. “No one can see us. Now…” He leaned back slightly, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “Take off your panties for me.”
Ivy’s eyes widened in shock. For a moment, she thought he was joking—but the look on his face said otherwise. He was serious. Deadly serious.
Heat surged through her body. Hesitant but unable to disobey, she swallowed hard. Her fingers trembled as she reached down, hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. She slid them down her legs and let them drop to the car floor.
Christian's breathing turned ragged. His large hands slid up her smooth thighs, parting them slightly as his fingers slid between them, finding the delicate place that pulsed with heat. A low curse rumbled from his throat as he stroked her, feeling how wet she was for him.
Ivy gasped, her hands gripping his shirt tightly as she buried her face in his chest, trying to contain the tremors running through her.
Then, her eyes flickered downward—and she saw him pull out a small velvet pouch from the dashboard. He loosened the drawstrings, revealing four smooth, steel balls connected by a thin cord.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Without a word, Christian spread her apart, his fingers teasing her entrance before slowly pushing the first ball inside her. The cold metal sent a shock through her system, making her squirm. Then, the second. The third. And finally, the fourth.
She gasped at the sudden fullness, her inner muscles clenching around the unexpected intrusion. But that was all. A stretch, a weight—but nothing more.
Just as she was about to ask what he was planning, Christian’s hands smoothed down her dress, adjusting it back into place as if nothing had happened.
Then, without warning, he gave her a sharp slap on the ass. “Now, go back to your seat.”
Ivy swallowed, caught between shock and… something else. A tinge of disappointment flickered through her, but she masked it quickly. Adjusting herself, she slid off his lap and settled back into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt with slightly unsteady hands.
She turned to him, her lips parting—
And in the very next second, Christian pressed a button on the small remote in his hand.
"Ah!" Ivy nearly jolted out of her seat.
A deep, slow vibration started inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
Her hand shot out, gripping his arm as her breath hitched. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her thighs clamping together instinctively.
Christian tilted his head slightly, watching her with amused satisfaction. “Feels better now?”
“Christian—” Her voice trembled, her fingers digging into his forearm.
The steel eggs vibrated deep inside her, pulsing against her most sensitive spots, sending electric sparks of pleasure through her. She clenched her thighs, her entire core was pulsing with slow, relentless vibrations.
“I-It’s vibrating so deep inside me…” she moaned.
Christian reached over, his hand sliding under her legs, pulling them onto his lap. She shifted, sitting sideways against the car door, her legs draped over him.
“You’ll be more comfortable this way,” he murmured.
But comfort was the last thing on her mind.
The vibrations were maddening—too soft to push her over the edge, but strong enough to keep her on the brink. A torturous rhythm of pleasure that left her aching, desperate.
Then, Christian started the car and drove out of the parking lot.
He drove as if nothing was happening, his expression calm, focused, while Ivy sat there, trembling, struggling to hold in her moans.
Ivy clenched her hands into fists, her body trembling as the vibrations went from low to high and then back to low, teasing her mercilessly.
“Christian…” she whimpered, her head falling back, her fingers gripping the seat for dear life.
He didn’t respond. Instead, his hand slipped between her legs, pressing down on the vibrator. At the same time, he clicked the remote, turning it to the highest setting.
Ivy choked on a gasp.
The sudden intensity made her thighs quiver uncontrollably. “Oh God,” she moaned, her entire body shaking. The vibrations pounded inside her, deeper, stronger, sending her spiraling toward the edge.
Christian drove on, his face unreadable, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the torment he was putting her through.
His middle finger brushed over her clit, sending a violent jolt through her.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” His voice was soft.
Ivy nodded frantically, her lips parting, her breaths uneven. “C-Christian, aren’t we home yet? I can’t—I can’t hold it…” she pleaded.
“Not yet.”
Then, just as she was about to cum, he pulled his hand away. The vibrations dropped to the lowest setting.
“What—? No, Christian!” Ivy cried out, her body arching up instinctively, trying to chase the pleasure that had been cruelly snatched away.
The car rolled to a stop.
“We’re here,” he said, bringing the car to a stop.
Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her body was a trembling mess, her core throbbing from the denied release, her wetness seeping onto the seat.
She turned to glare at him, her eyes burning with frustration. He, on the other hand, only stared back with innocent eyes as if he had done nothing wrong. Pretending as if he hadn’t just tormented her to the brink of madness.
Trembling, Ivy pulled her legs off his lap, her body weak from the torment he had put her through. She turned her face away, looking out the window—
And then, her eyes widened.
This wasn’t Christian’s house.
"Where are we?" she asked, her voice thick. Sand stretched out around them, and a bright, modern house stood in the distance.
Christian stopped the car in front of the villa, stepping out and coming to her side. Before she could even open the door, he leaned down, scooping her up into his arms. Ivy gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to avoid falling.
He started walking up the driveway and entered the house. It looked normal at first—grand interiors, a modern pathway, couches, and brown furniture. However, he didn’t stop in the hall. Instead, he walked straight through to the back of the house. Suddenly, a wall-to-ceiling of glass appeared. He opened it and stepped outside, revealing endless sand and the ocean beyond it. The sound of the waves crashing was music to Ivy’s ears. Ivy gasped in surprise.
Christian lifted her slightly, his lips kissing her cheek. "We’ll sleep here tonight. Are you happy?"
Ivy’s heart leapt in her chest. The ocean was her favorite place, and seeing it before her eyes, the very idea of sleeping near the ocean, made her heart jump with happiness. Seeing the smile on Christian’s face, the brightness reflected in his eyes, made her even more delighted.
Christian lowered Ivy gently to the ground, allowing her to slip off him, though his arms remained wrapped around her waist. But instead of stepping away, she turned to face him, her arms winding around his neck, fingers threading into his hair.
Their eyes locked, and in the next breath, Ivy arched up and kissed him—deep, desperate, breathless.
With each step forward, she pushed him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed. Climbing onto the mattress, she straddled his lap, her knees pressing into the sheets as her hips settled over his growing arousal. She heard his sharp intake of breath, but she didn’t stop. Her fingers worked between them, freeing him, her heated core rubbing against him, teasing, tempting.
But just as she was about to take what she needed, the vibrator inside her suddenly roared to life at a high vibration setting.
A cry ripped from her throat as she collapsed onto Christian’s chest, shuddering in pleasure.
“Oh—God!”
Christian’s lips found her ear, trailing hot kisses down the side of her neck before capturing her mouth again. One hand tangled in her hair as he flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. He attacked her neck with heated kisses, his hands roaming down to her dress.
In seconds, the fabric was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote control, and turned the vibrator to its highest speed. Ivy’s legs clenched together, her eyes fluttering shut as an excruciating wave of pleasure coursed through her.
"Christian!" she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation. His scent surrounded her, intoxicating, inescapable.
Then, just as quickly, the vibrations stopped.
She barely had a moment to catch her breath before Christian’s fingers traced along her entrance, teasing over the steel balls still nestled inside her. His other hand slid up her thigh, gripping firmly, making her shudder.
But Ivy refused to make a sound.
She had endured his torment for over an hour, her frustration mounting with every second he made her wait. She refused to give him the satisfaction of watching her beg again.
"Are you angry, Ivy?" Christian murmured, his tone laced with amusement.
Without waiting for an answer, he gripped the string of the steel balls and slowly pulled them from her aching core.
A sharp inhale slipped past her lips, her body trembling, her fingers digging into the sheets.
Christian smirked. He knew exactly what he had put her through, and now, it was time to break her completely. She was right where he wanted her. Needy, desperate, dripping for him. Her arousal slipped down her inner thighs, glistening against her soft skin.
Christian set the vibrator aside. Rising to his feet, he scooped her into his arms before she could escape. He then carried her toward the small stone-lined pool beyond the large glass door in the backside of the house.
"I—Christian, what are you—"
The moonlight cast a soft glow over the water. He settled her on the edge, stripping off his own clothes before stepping into the water. The water lapped at his waist as he reached for her again. In one swift motion, he pulled her in, making her fall into the pool with a splash.
"Look at me," Christian ordered, his voice firm yet gentle.
Ivy turned her head, determined to ignore him, but he wasn’t having it.
Christian’s fingers curled under her chin, forcing her to look at him. The moment her eyes met his, he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, claiming her with a hunger that sent her pulse racing.
“I love the way you look right now,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers, his hands roaming down her waist. His hips shifted forward, pressing his hardness against her stomach.
"You feel that?" Christian growled, his voice thick with need. "This is because of you."
Ivy’s frustration burned hotter. He had tortured her for hours, driving her to the brink, only to hold her back. She shoved at his chest, turning to climb out of the pool—
But Christian was faster.
He grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him, forcing her to sit on the edge of the pool. His grip on her thighs tightened, preventing any chance of escape. She struggled for a moment, but then his teeth grazed her thigh, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her.
"Behave like a good wife, Ivy," he warned, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Before she could retort, he spread her legs wide and bent down, his mouth descending on her aching core.
Ivy's head fell back with a strangled moan.
After being denied for so long, her body was raw, sensitive, desperate for release. His tongue felt like fire and silk, a ruthless torment she couldn’t resist.
"Christian—" she gasped, gripping his shoulders.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as his tongue worked over her, teasing, tasting, torturing. His tongue flicked, teased, licked deep into her, drawing out every drop of her pleasure.
Slipping his tongue on the innocent, pink walls of her channel, he flicked the tip of his tongue up and down. He was relentless, devouring her like a man starved. He knew her body too well, knew exactly how to unravel her.
Her thighs trembled as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
"Ahhh—more... Christian!" Ivy’s scream filled the air.
Christian groaned against her, his own need growing unbearable, his arousal aching for her. His tongue moving faster, drinking in her desperation. The moment her body clenched, signaling her impending release, he only intensified his movements, pushing her over the edge.
“Ahhhhhh!” Ivy screamed, her climax crashing over her.
Her walls clenched around nothing, her release spilling over, her body shaking from the force of it, her cries echoing into the night.
Christian watched her fall apart, his hands gripping her thighs as he licked up every last drop of her pleasure. Then, he sat back, his hands gripping her thighs, his dark eyes drinking her in.
"You’re such a good wife, Ivy," he murmured, a slow, satisfied shadow crossing over his face. "This,” he touched her slick heat with his fingers, “is mine." His two fingers started to rub her clit repeatedly.