Chapter 20
Gaven
Despite just coming down my wife’s tight throat, when I withdrew my cock from between her swollen lips, I found myself hardening all over again.
Her face was wrecked. Eyes red-rimmed and watery as she sniffed and wiped a hand under her nose.
Black mascara dripped down her rosy cheeks.
She sucked in breath after breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I wasn’t done. Far from it.
Tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up, I moved around her and strode towards the wall of equipment.
Silently, I pulled down some of the restraints and checked them over.
Brand new—and would likely either be thoroughly cleaned by the staff later or replaced entirely—the leather cuffs I held were perfect for what I had in mind.
The matching leather paddle called to me, but no.
I’d rather have my wife’s ass reddened by the palm of my hand than something so impersonal.
Turning back to her, my brows arched when I realized she hadn’t moved a single inch from where she’d been on her knees before me in front of the chair.
I moved past her again, relishing in the way her shoulders tightened, but still, she didn’t look at me.
I strode to the end of the four-poster bed and separated the leather cuffs, unclipping the metal chain holding them together so that I could anchor them to the chains embedded into the end posts.
After finishing with both cuffs, I lifted up a few of the pillows scattered on the floor and dropped them into the center of the mattress at the end. Finally, I turned back to the woman quietly sniffling and wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Angel.” She jumped at the sound of my voice, but that was all it took.
Her head turned and tilted up, chin jutting out as she narrowed her gaze on me.
Such a little fighter. Fuck, that turned me on too.
Watching the spark of defiance in her eyes as they met mine, it was something altogether different than anything else I’d ever had before.
She fought for what she wanted. She resisted it.
But she would fall—I would make sure of it—but still, in the end, I would be there to catch her.
I would be there to ensure she was never irreparably damaged and that, at the end of her fall, she would find that I was always going to be there, waiting for her.
I held out my hand. “Come here,” I ordered.
Her hands landed on the carpet again and my lips twitched as she bent over on her hands and knees once again and crawled to me.
Her ass swayed back and forth, stealing my attention for a brief moment before it snapped back to her face.
She was sensual in her movements. Breasts hanging between her arms as she put one in front of the other.
She might have been the perfect pet—if it wasn’t for her disobedience.
When she got to me, I lowered my hand down to her and she lifted up, taking it.
My fingers closed around hers and I tugged.
She followed my silent order and stood up, getting to her feet.
My eyes snapped down to her knees, but as I predicted, there was no harsh rug burn.
The carpet here had been specially chosen. Ian was not a man who missed details.
“What are you going to do now?” she asked, her hazel green eyes lifting to meet mine.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I hedged, before leading her closer to the end of the bed. “Bend over the pillows.”
Glancing back at me once, she followed and did as I commanded.
Her lush, rounded ass lifted as she bent down.
I took first one hand and stretched it out until I was able to cuff her to the post and then, quickly, I slipped to the other side and repeated the action.
Her breathing hitched as she found herself bound to the bedposts.
Something inside of my chest eased. It seemed that only when she was bound and displayed for my pleasure that I finally found comfort. Tied like this, she couldn’t run away. She was at my mercy, and unfortunately for her, I had very little mercy to give when it came to the things I desired.
My fingers traced along the outer edges of her thong.
I could practically smell her. She was wet.
My dirty little girl. Lifting my palm away from her, I brought it down with a quick whoosh.
She gasped and her smooth, even ivory skin flushed pink from my strike.
I spanked her again on the opposite cheek and she shuddered, her spine moving as she squirmed over the pillows.
Slap. “Don’t fucking move, Angel,” I warned her, even knowing that it was an impossible demand.
But I liked that too. Giving her impossible demands, and reasons for me to punish her all over again.
Control was a heady drug that I allowed myself to indulge in so often that it was my greatest weakness.
My addiction. I was in charge of everything from my business, to my men, to the kill.
But this woman spread out like an offering before me was different.
The control I exerted over her was earned.
It was difficult and that made it so much sweeter when she finally caved and bowed before me.
My cock strained against the inside of my pants, ready to go all over again. It would have to wait, though, because I had other plans for my treacherous little wife.
Hooking my fingers into the thin straps of her thong, I stripped the fabric from her cunt and left it hooked around her knees.
She gasped and her thighs tightened, but I could already see what she no doubt didn’t want to show me.
Her pussy was flushed pink, puffy with juice.
I pressed a thick finger against her opening and thrust it inside, causing her to arch her back.
With my free hand, I delivered a fresh series of slaps to her ass that had her crying out. “I said not to move,” I reminded her.
Panting, she responded through clenched teeth. “Why don’t you let me tie you up and put my finger in your ass and see if you can hold still,” she snapped back.
With a deep chuckle, I twisted my finger into her cunt, coating it in her wetness before pulling out and drifting upward.
Her body tightened as I pressed it against her dark rosebud.
“Now, if you wanted it in your ass, love,” I said, grinning.
“All you had to do was ask.” I shoved it in, eliciting another sharp cry from her.
Her ass muscles clamped down around my finger, squeezing impossibly tight.
I could only imagine how good it would feel to slide my cock into her tight dark hole and fuck her until she screamed.
She wasn’t unused to it now—not with how often I’d forced her to wear the pear of anguish this past week.
Both a punishment for her and a reward for me, seeing her ass spread around the metal bulb and knowing that inside, it spread her wide open for me.
Soon, I reminded myself. I would have her in every way very fucking soon. But not tonight. I withdrew my finger from her ass and reached into my pocket with my free hand, pulling a handkerchief free to wipe myself off. Tonight, I had other plans.
After I finished wiping off my hand, I rubbed the flat of my palm over the pink skin of her asscheek. For good measure, I slapped it again, watching her flesh jiggle as her mouth above gasped. The headiness of her arousal permeated the room.
“I worried,” I admitted to her as I reached for the front of my pants once again, “when you left that you might have been leaving with my child inside of you.”
Her shoulders stiffened on the bed and her head turned, her cheek pressed to the mattress. “Gaven…” Her voice was tight, full of sorrow.
With a frown, I brought my hand down against her ass—cracking my palm against the sensitive flesh where her thigh met her cheek, causing her to arch upward as a pain-filled moan echoed into the air.
“No talking, Angel,” I snapped. “You’re not the one in charge here. I am.”
“I’m sorry—” she said, despite my words, and with an inhale, I stopped messing with the front of my pants and stepped forward.
I snatched a pillow out from beneath her and then placed my hand at the small of her back. I pressed down, forcing her to arch her ass up even more until that juicy pussy of hers was on display. Once it was, I rained a series of sharp slaps against it.
She screamed as my hand caught right on her cunt and even the little bud that was her clit. She squirmed and bucked against my hand, but I didn’t let up. I spanked her sweet little pussy hard, bringing down slap after slap just to show her that I meant what I fucking said.
“Please!” she screamed after the twentieth strike. “Gaven, stop! I’m sorry, please! I’ll be good!”
I paused and looked at her face where she panted into the mattress. Her swollen lips parted as more tears streamed down her face. “No more talking, Angel,” I repeated my earlier command.
She nodded quickly, wet lashes sticking together as she looked back at me pleadingly.
My cock practically fucking throbbed. Her lips pressed together, yet the second my hands left her, and I stepped back, I watched as her whole body sagged into the mattress.
In relief? Probably. I was a rough man and I didn’t hold back on her spankings.
I liked watching her body bloom for me—in pleasure and in pain.
I unzipped. “Now, as I was saying…” I stepped up behind her and pressed both of my hands against her red ass, pushing outward until both of her holes were visible to me.
“I want you to understand my point of view, Angel.” God, she was beautiful.
I’d seen so much darkness—bathed in the blood of the shadows—but she …
my sweet, deceitful little wife was Aphrodite incarnate.
She was something I didn’t deserve but would take regardless simply because I wanted her. Craved her. Needed her.