Chapter 36
Brody
"Your body knows I’m your master."
My statement might sound arrogant, but it’s the truth. And she knows it. As evidenced by the doubt that flashes across her features.
She huffs. "We’ll see."
In reply, I touch the vibrator to her other nipple.
Her back arches off the bed. "Brody," she cries out.
The sound of my name from my wife’s lips is a clarion call to the beast inside me. I lower my head and close my mouth over hers. I draw in her breaths, feast on her taste, and swipe my tongue over the seam of her lips.
When I pull back, she stares at me dazedly. A stunned look on her features. I’ve pleasured her. And damn, if that doesn’t feel incredible. To worship at the altar of her satisfaction is what gives me the greatest satisfaction.
I slide down her chest, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts, then lower down in the center of her rib cage. I lick into her belly button and am rewarded with a shudder. And when I reach the hallowed pink flesh between her thighs, her entire body shudders.
"Oh, Brody," she moans my name again. And goddamn, I grow even harder.
I blow gently over her clit, and she writhes, then pushes up her pelvis so the sweet scent of her pussy envelops me. My blood drains to my cock. I’m not going to last much longer. Which means, I’d better speed this along and get her off first.
I need her to come at least thrice before I fuck her. I'm too much of a fucking coward to say I love her, but maybe I can show her.
I can make her orgasm until her entire body is a melting mass of desire, and every cell in her body has my name imprinted within.
I sit up, touch the vibrator to her clit, and she cries out. She thrashes her head from side to side and curves her spine. Without giving her time to recover I slip the vibrator inside her. It slips in easily; that’s how wet she is.
She spreads her legs wider apart—there’s enough stretch to the rope to allow that—and tips up her chin.
"Ohmigod." She huffs. Then shudders again. I pull out the vibrator then slide it back in again. This time, it slides in even deeper.
"Brody that…feels…soooo good."
I watch her features, taking in the flushed skin, the strained tendons of her neck, the bead of sweat sliding down to pool in the hollow at the base of her throat. "You’re so fucking gorgeous."
Holding the vibrator steady, I lean over her and suck gently on her nipple. She’s so sensitized that instantly goosebumps pepper her chest. She writhes again. "It’s too much."
"Good."
"I…I don’t know how much more I can take."
"You’ll take everything I give you and you’ll do so happily," I growl.
She bites down on her lower lip in reply. I release it from her teeth. "Only I get to hurt you, baby."
Her chest rises and falls. She exhales and shivers.
"Your body belongs to me. You feel me? Answer me, Lark."
"Yesss," she hisses back. "Yes."
"Good." I pull out the vibrator and this time when I touch it to her clit, her eyes roll back in her head. The pulse at the base of her throat speeds up further and I know she’s close.
I switch off the vibrator and set it aside. Then I part her pussy lips and lick her from the eyelet between her arse cheeks to her clit.
A long low moan emerges from her gorgeous mouth. Her fingers flutter. I feel her touch as if she’s carded them through my hair. This is the connection I felt the first time I saw her. This resonance with her is what drew me to her.
I slurp at her pussy lips savoring the sweetness of her arousal. She tastes like every single wet dream come true. Like the elixir of everything sinful. Better than a cold beer at the end of a long hard marathon. She tastes like she’s mine. My wife.
The thought jolts longing through my veins.
I begin to lick and sip from her pussy. Taking in the strain on her face.
The way she tugs at her bindings, wanting to get free.
She arches her back, pushing her shoulders into the mattress.
And when her mouth opens in a silent cry I know she’s about to come.
With timing born of a sixth sense I pull back.
Instantly, she subsides. Her eyelids flutter open. "What are you—?"
I sit back. "You may come now." I slap her pussy.
She orgasms instantly. And so suddenly her entire body freezes for a long few seconds. Then with a shudder she floats back to earth. Her body slumps. But I’m not done yet. I scoop up her cum and smear it on the vibrator. Then I hold it to the entrance of her back channel.
A tremor runs through her. Her thighs quiver.
And when I ease the wand through the forbidden opening, her frame quakes.
The device slips in through the ring of muscle.
She gasps. Her eyelids flutter open, the pupils so blown, there’s barely a circle of green around her iris.
Our gazes meet, and the air turns electric.
"You’re so fucking turned on." Satisfaction drips from my words. Surely, there can’t be anything as gratifying as seeing my wife so ready and open and waiting for what I’m going to do next.
I hold the wand in place, allowing her to adjust to the girth.
When her body begins to relax the vibrator slips in further.
I touch that secret space deep inside her, and her breath catches.
Her cheeks deepen in color, the flush spreading to her décolletage. Her entire body seems to vibrate, and she pants loudly.
I pull the vibrator out, then slide it in again, once again rubbing up against her P-spot.
"Come for me," I order.
She cries out and I’m rewarded by seeing her fall apart as she climaxes. Her features scrunch up, her breasts heave, and her nipples are so hard, they could, surely, cut diamonds. Her body is perfectly arched as she shudders and whimpers, then slowly collapses onto the bed.
I slowly ease the vibrator from her and set it on the bedside table.
Then I lean over her and untie first, her arms, and then, her legs. I massage her wrists and ankles, making sure the ties haven’t left any marks, and that her blood is circulating properly.
I watch her features until she finally focuses her gaze on me.
"Hi." I brush my lips over hers.
"Hi," she whispers back.
"How are you doing?"
She sighs. "I feel like I’m coming back to earth after flying through the skies wearing wings. You give the best orgasms, Brody."
"That might be the best praise I've received in my life." I chuckle. "And I’m not done yet."
Her eyes widen in horror. "What do you mean?"
"I promised myself I’d make you come one more time before I fuck you."
"One more time?" She begins to inch away. "I can’t do that."
"You can. And you will." I flip her over.
She gasps. "Ugh. This is going to kill me." She tries to crawl away this time.
In response, I yank her close, then press my palm into the small of her back. "I won’t let you die sweetheart. And I’m going to make sure you enjoy every last second of your climax."
She looks at me over her shoulder. "That sounds like a threat."
"More like a reminder to myself that I can’t let you down."
Her features soften. "You’re a generous lover."
"That’s because I love your body." Fuck, I used the 'L' word.
But at least, it was in the right context. I meant, I love her curves. No way, could I have slipped up and used it in a different context. Not possible.
Not when I’ve known this woman for such a short time. Though I did propose to her within weeks of meeting her. But that was out of necessity.
Besides, if I were in love with her, I wouldn’t be able to withstand losing her when she realizes she made a mistake marrying me on a rebound. And those don’t usually last.
She's the best executive assistant I could have imagined, and I didn't want her falling apart because some douchebag dumped her. I wanted to help her save face. Not to mention, Arthur insisted I marry, and oddly, he chose her.
Besides, I’m probably so drunk on the power I hold over her orgasms that my brain cells tripped over themselves. Yep, that’s all it is.
She frowns. "Brody, you okay?"
"Of course." I smack her butt cheek to prove it.
A full body shiver grips her.
I slap her other butt cheek. This time, she swallows, and a soft sound escapes her.
"Damn, you like that."
She looks like she’s going to deny it, then changes her mind. She nods slowly.
"I’m going to spank you baby. Gonna work you over real nice. I’m gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart. Would you like that?"
This time, she can’t stop the eagerness in her eyes when she nods.
"Good girl."
She swallows. Her breathing speeds up. Damn, could she be any more perfect?
I grip her hips and tug so she’s on her knees, with her butt in the air.
Then I push down into the small of her back.
I urge her to flatten her cheek into the mattress.
She looks up at me with anticipation. That, and the pear-shaped outline of her backside, almost undoes me.
I’m so hard, it feels like my balls have turned to stone and weigh me down.
One more time. Get your wife off one more time, and then you can bury your cock in her sweet, tight pussy.
I grab handfuls of her fleshy butt and squeeze. She moans. And when I bite into one of the luscious cheeks, she whimpers.
I sit back on my haunches, grasping her waist to steady her. Then I spank her butt. One cheek, then the other. Then the first. Each time my palm comes into contact with her curved rear, the sound echoes around the room.
Her gasps and groans fill the air. The sounds are so erotic, they amp up my horniness to fever pitch.
When I’ve counted to ten, I stop. Then slide my fingers down between her pussy lips.
She’s so wet her cum slides down my palm.
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick it off. "You’re so fucking sweet."
She shudders. "Brody, I need you inside me."
"Soon baby." I spank her butt. "Just as soon as you come."
I increase the speed of my ministrations. Alternating her butt cheeks for another five slaps.
"Oh my God," She tries to pull away, but I’m holding her down. So she simply writhes in place. Her back curves and once again I know she’s close. I raise my hand and bring it down with enough force on her backside that her entire body moves forward.
"Come. Now," I order.
And with a choking sound she shatters. Her knees give way from under her.
I take her weight and gently flip her over.
She lays there panting, breathy sounds emerging from her lips.
She looks spent, a look of such peace on her features, her eyelids half open, watching me from somewhere in subspace.
And it’s the fact that I’ve given her so much pleasure that threatens to send me over the edge.
I lean in, fit my cock to her slit, and in a single fluid motion, impale her.