Thirty
Lukas
My chest is tight and I can’t breathe. A cold sweat breaks out down my spine.
Her silence continues, and I wait like a man in the dock facing judgment.
By now, I know what she’s going to say. If it were anything else, she’d already have said it.
I thought she was pushing. Yes, I forced her, but I thought she understood. This was the only way.
She still doesn’t speak. Instead, she closes her legs, turning away from me.
Answer enough.
“Very well,” I growl, resigned to her silence.
“Fight me at every turn, if that’s what you want.
It won’t change the end result. You’re mine.
You have been since the gala, and you always will be.
Everything I’ve said to you is true.” Why didn’t she believe me?
I really thought she had. “If you won’t come to me willingly, then I’ll make you come unwillingly. ”
I didn’t just get more cuffs; I replaced the rope she cut too. And now I fetch it, striding angrily across the bedroom, my own hurt driving me. I’ll show her what she means to me. Not just by fucking her—though that’s where I’m going to start right now—but with everything.
As soon as I’ve eradicated the threat that is the Volkovs, we’ll be free to do whatever we want. I’ll take a break from work and give my Little Stray all she needs. Bastien will understand. Haynes can run things. He’s not so bad.
But that’s for later.
For now, I loop a double coil of rope around the headboard bars, then catch her leg.
It’s easy enough when she can’t see me. I pull off her shoe, throwing it away, running the rope behind her knee, and I draw on it until she’s once again spread open, now tied that way.
She gives a soft little high-pitched whimper, music to my ears.
That’ll be her considering how vulnerable she is.
Maybe a little discomfort. But I don’t care; this is a punishment.
It won’t be the first time a wife was punished on her wedding night. Afternoon. Whatever. It’ll be night by the time I’m done.
The other leg is harder. She kicks out, knowing what’s coming, but I catch it.
She still struggles, and she’s strong. The heel of her shoe catches my side hard enough to make me wince and scrape my skin.
I could overpower her if I used my body, but it might hurt her.
In a battle of her leg against my arms, she’s winning. All that swimming, no doubt.
“Stop.”
She ignores me, her breathing high and fast as she tries to squirm out of my grip. She’s so naked, so beautiful, that part of me wants to keep fighting for the fun of it all. But her other leg is secure, her wrists pinned, and she could easily strain something or chafe her skin.
I slap three fingers against her wet pussy, sharp enough to sting. “Stop.”
She gasps and stops at once.
“Better.” I pull her heel off and it hits the floor with a thud, then I tie her second leg, shortening the rope through the bars until that one is lifted and raised too. She’s open to me now, and there won’t be any more kicking. Or resistance. I’ve shown her what will happen if there is.
This is how I want her. She’s never been so open to me, her legs spread and lifted, her smooth sex on offer.
“So beautiful,” I tell her. “So mine.”
She whimpers in response, tensing against the bindings, and blood rushes to my already rock-hard cock.
Her struggles dislodged her blindfold a little, and I straighten it for her. She’s still breathing too fast, her chest rising and falling with short movements. Is she afraid of me? She has nothing to fear, not really. But part of me… so help me, but I like it.
“I’m going to make you come until it soaks through the sheets into the mattress, but I won’t harm you.”
She tenses, letting out a whimper at my promise. “I know,” she murmurs. “I know you won’t. I… trust you.”
My eyebrows rise, and a weight lifts off my shoulders. That wasn’t what I expected at all.
Maybe I overreacted earlier. Maybe we’re closer than I thought to where I want us to be.
I trail my fingers down along her body, taking my time. Drawing it out. Teasing myself as much as her. Brushing across one nipple, tracing the curve of her breast, caressing her sternum. Over her stomach, her abdominals tight and more pronounced than they were.
“We’ll go swimming together one day soon.”
She catches her breath. “That would be… nice.”
“We can have a race. Loser goes down on the winner, and then I’ll fuck you in the pool house.”
Her lips twist. “That would be… typical.”
“Think you’ll win?”
“Yes,” she replies confidently. “I’m going to make you lick me standing up.”
I grin, even though she can’t see it. “There’s my Little Stray. There’s that fight I know you have.”
“I’ll have more of it if you untie me.”
“I’ll untie you when I’ve finished punishing you.” I move between her legs, letting her feel both my palms against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, my breath on her exposed, spread little cunt. She tenses beneath my hands, biting at her lip. “Do you know how wet you are?”
“You slapped my pussy,” she complains.
“Is that why?” I ask, amused. I don’t think she intended the two things to be related, but perhaps they are.
“Not what I meant at all.” Her blush undermines her words.
So yes, then. Interesting.
“I’d say sorry, but I’m not. Let me kiss it better.”
“Of course you’re not, you—” She breaks off with a gasp as my tongue slides through her labia, pushing into her hole then up to seek her clit.
Probably just as well. I’d bet my fortune the next word out of her mouth would’ve been ‘bastard.’
I close my eyes, letting out a contented sigh as the taste of her fills my mouth after so long.
She tastes fucking glorious, and I’ll never be able to get enough of her.
Her cunt is lifted and vulnerable, letting me feast as I want.
Minutes pass, her soft sighs of pleasure mingling with higher-pitched notes as I flit between her opening and her clit, until she’s whimpering, her hips twitching as she desperately tries to find the friction I’m denying her.
I want her present in the moment, begging to be allowed to come. I want her admitting she wants me. I want there to be no doubt in her mind: she’s mine.
My stubble is coated with her arousal, and the taste of her fills my mouth. I could wallow in her scent.
“You promised to punish me with orgasms,” she gasps at last, voice tight with need. “You haven’t delivered so far.”
I grin. That’s how my Little Stray begs: by pushing me. “So impatient, wife of mine.”
Pressing my face into her, I can’t help but give a low growl of satisfaction. Cats do this, rubbing their face against people to leave their mark, but I’m not sure if I’m marking her or she’s marking me.
Both, probably. That’s how it always goes between us.
“Do you know I’m yours?” I ask her, seeking out her clit while I await her response.
She gasps high and sharp. “I… don’t know anything… when you do that.”
“Do what?” I give it another lick, then suck it between my lips, drawing it as deeply into my mouth as the nub of flesh will allow. She rewards me with a moan.
“Yes, I’m yours,” she cries out.
Not what I’d asked, but I’ll take it.
My Little Stray can’t keep her hips still, and I’ve been toying with her long enough.
I slide a finger inside her, and she’s so wet it’s easy to add another.
G-spot and clit together, and I curl my fingers as I lick and suck, her cries rapidly reaching a crescendo.
She clenches on me, body tensing, a rush of wetness around my hand, but I don’t stop.
I know from experience she can come again despite her sensitivity.
Lucky Little Stray.
A second orgasm follows the first, and she’s still coming, shuddering beneath my fingers and tongue.
I lose count before her cries turn into noiseless gasps, and that’s when she’s reached the edge of too much, where pain and pleasure mingle.
The sadist in me wants to keep going, forcing her… and why not. She pushed for this.
“No… please…”
“Just one more,” I murmur. “It’s still early.”
“I can’t… too sensitive…”
“How cute that you think you have a choice. Shut those pretty lips before I fill them, and come for me again.”
She moans in frustration, unable to stop me, and that’s the beauty of it. She must think so too, because it doesn’t take as long as I thought it would. She hits her peak once more, every snatched breath a soft little sob.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “You’re so fucking sexy, coming for me so hard.”
I begin lapping up her wetness with my tongue, ignoring her squirming as she tries to avoid my tongue. There’s something fitting about cleaning her like this, and I love the taste of her cum.
But I’m ready for more. My cock is so hard it’s painful, and I need to be inside her.
Sliding my fingers from within her, I give her pussy a last kiss, then slip off the bed and strip away my clothes. Suit jacket and pants on the back of a chair, shirt bundled and thrown into a corner. I want her body against mine.
“You’re so gorgeous lying there, pussy pink and open for me.”
She doesn’t give me a retort this time, head rolling against the pillow. The blindfold covers the blush I know is there, and I want to see her eyes.
I climb onto the bed between her legs, pulling it away. She blinks a few times, her cheeks flushed and those evocative green eyes finding mine.
“There you are, my beautiful stray.”
Her eyes flick to my cock, and she bites at her lip. “I… need a minute.”
“No, you don’t.” I press the head of myself through her folds and rub it against her clit.
She gasps, turning her head to the side, closing her eyes.
A low, tortured groan slips from her lips, and satisfaction grips me at the sight of her, like this.
Naked, bound, subjected to a new kind of torture, and utterly mine.
“Please… will you at least untie my legs?”
I pause, considering. “If I do, will you be a good girl for me?”
Her eyes open again, focused and sharp. “Do you know I really hate it when you call me that?”
“No, you don’t.”