Chapter 21 – Shay
Chapter Twenty-One
Shay
Ilet him tie me to the bed because I am out of my mind.
I hit Cody so hard that my hands still hurt.
I don’t want to complain as he holds my wrists over my head to fix me to his king-sized bed because it feels inappropriate to complain that his chest was too muscular as I punched it.
Cody doesn’t smile or betray the slightest amount of emotion as he ties me to the bed.
This is work to him – and necessary. I only let him because I hit him.
Because I shouldn’t have done that. Because…
Cody pulls away from the bed to admire his handiwork.
I feel his cold gaze traveling all over my face, taking in every inch of my body.
I squeeze my thighs together, my pussy throbbing with uncomfortable desire.
There’s the smallest part of me that enjoys this, but if I consciously allow myself to admit it, the pleasure shatters.
My husband has no problem admitting his depravity. He smirks for the first time since he walked through the door and I broke his heart by asking for divorce. I pushed him to this point – this crazy, wild-eyed smirk.
“I think you wanted this,” Cody says. “I think you enjoy driving me crazy and making me prove how badly I want you…”
I don’t know if he wants me to admit to this out loud to make himself feel better for tying me up.
I say nothing, assuming the question to be rhetorical or at least one that I don’t need to answer.
Cody’s heavy footsteps cross to the foot of the bed.
I can’t see him anymore over my breasts and stomach, but there are no illusions in my head that he’s done with me for the night.
He leaves the bedroom. I don’t know if I feel better or worse with his absence.
He’s gone. He’s punishing me. And I don’t know how long that will take.
Or what he’ll tell Caleb. Just as my thoughts reach the peak of their insanity – about half an hour after Cody leaves, I hear his heavy footsteps.
Cody’s weight presses into the bed. I do my best to squirm.
I only have control over my legs, a situation that proves to be temporary.
He moves like a large serpent, his body weighing down the foot of the mattress as he spreads my legs wide, pushing my thighs apart, a hungry bear searching for snacks in a camper’s cabinet.
For a moment, I entertain the foolish idea that Cody might ease his way into torturing me.
He kisses the top of my thighs, showing me how painfully mistaken I am about what’s coming next for me.
“You are never leaving me, Shay. Do you understand?” Cody says in a low voice that sends a shiver of fear through me. “I knew exactly what I was getting into when I agreed to marry you. A baby. A boat load of baggage… but it’s exactly what I wanted…”
His kisses are slow, teasing, and make me want more of him than I should. I bite down hard on my lower lip, desperate to feel his tongue somewhere else, but absolutely too terrified to say it.
Cody kisses the outside of my underwear.
I stifle a moan, just barely. He chuckles with delight and runs his finger along the length of my slit.
Slowly. Teasingly. I arch my back and try to squeeze my thighs shut to slow down the teasing pressure but Cody slams my legs open firmly, establishing without a shadow of a doubt that he’s the one in control.
His finger slides past the waist band of my underwear and just when I think he’s about to slowly ease my panties down my hips, Cody rips my underwear away with one fierce tear that almost cuts my skin as the fabric snaps sharply away from my curvy thighs.
I make a small half-moan, half-yelp in response, mostly out of surprise.
This only urges Cody to chuckle wickedly and dive towards my clit with a probing, eager tongue.
Hot wet juices gush from between my thighs, prompting Cody to dive his tongue deeper between my legs.
Cody spreads my thighs wider, flattening his tongue against my clit and then moving in slow circles before he moves back to lick the juices out of the creases of my pussy lips.
My body has no choice but to respond to him.
I moan and Cody responds by pulling his face away from my pussy.
He won’t let me cum. My legs are trembling with pleasure and I’m close, but I can only guarantee right now that Cody wants to punish me.
He returns to kissing my thighs again. I feel tension, my body is tight against the bed and I’m feeling the pain of not having my arms within my control for the first time.
Cody enjoys this. He kisses the top of my mound again.
His warm breath tickles my lower lips and every inch of me feels infinitely more sensitive.
His fingers move along my inner thigh all the way up to my lower lips.
Before returning his lips to my pussy, Cody pries my entrance open with his index finger and slides it all the way inside.
Fuck, his finger feels good. I try to move my hips to take him deeper, but Cody removes his finger and teases me with kisses again.
When he draws me close to the edge again, Cody uses his mouth again.
This time, I think he’s going to let me cum.
I gasp for breath, trying to hold back my loud moans as he slides his tongue inside me, massaging all my soft folds as my hips buck towards Cody’s face.
I’m so close… I moan loudly and he doesn’t stop.
He lets it happen. A huge orgasm slams into me and I thrash my body against the binds tying me to the bed as I am totally overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure from his tongue.
Cody keeps my thick thighs pried open and he keeps lapping up my juices and eating me out as I cum hard.
Just when I think he’s done with me, Cody keeps eating me out and he makes me cum again and again until the torture is having to endure another out of control experience while he has me tied up.
I lose track of how many times I cum when Cody slides off the bed and wipes my juices off his beard with the back of his forearm.
I can just barely see him in the dim bedroom light.
His firm, muscular body walks towards the bedroom door.
He’s not going to say anything?
“I’m going to check on our son and take a shower,” he says. “I’ll need you to make me cum after that. And this time, I don’t care if it hurts…”
He leaves and I hear his footsteps disappear at the end of the hallway. Then I’m alone with my thoughts – and terror about how my efforts to leave him went. Is that what I even wanted? Or did I want this? Unfortunately, I have way too much time to think before Cody returns.