28. Brady
Brady
I cross the room and grab her by the knot of my shirt.
Then I kiss her until she’s breathless. When I untie my shirt and tear it off her, I see the outline of her nipples beneath her dress, already stiff for me.
I bite each one through the fabric, making her moan before I spin her around to unzip her dress.
“It looks worse than it is,” she says in a rush.
Her dress falls to the floor, and I inhale sharply before I can stop myself.
The sight of that awful bruise. She tries to cover it as she steps out of her dress and her shoes, but I pull her hands away.
I need to see the harm that I let happen to my wife.
Unstoppable guilt rises up my throat. It’s a useless, weak emotion, and yet I can’t stop myself from feeling it.
My fucking fault.
Silently I pat my jacket pocket, reassuring myself that I have Cora’s gift.
I bend to kiss her bruise as lightly as I can.
Trailing more kisses up her spine, I linger at the nape of her neck, smoothing her ponytail over her shoulder.
She shivers as I run my hands over her body.
Beneath her dress, she’s completely naked.
Just as I instructed.
“Good girl,” I murmur in her ear. I slide one hand down to cup her pussy. She’s already soaking wet for me. “Very good girl.”
I turn her around to face me so I can play with her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasps. The way she’s excited by pain reinforces my decision.
“I have a gift for you,” I whisper. “Close your eyes.”
She does as she’s told, a light smile on her lips.
I need her to hold still, so I brace her against the wall, clamping one hand around her waist, keeping my other free for her present.
I press the length of my body to hers. She’s buck naked and trapped between me and the wall, while I’m fully clothed, fully in charge, my cock straining against my pants and pushing into her belly.
She writhes with anticipation.
“Hold still,” I command. I give my tone a threatening edge, a warning of what crossing me will cost.
She obeys. I lift my knee between her thighs to pin her in place.
I can tell she wants to rub her wetness against me, but she keeps still as instructed.
For good measure, I slide my hand up from her waist, up her smooth skin and full breasts.
All the way up to her throat. Lightly, I wrap my fingers around her delicate neck.
She swallows, but she keeps her eyes closed.
My good girl. So feisty and vicious, yet obedient for me.
With my free hand, I reach into my pocket to pull out her gift. I hold it up between our faces.
“Open your eyes.”
She does. There’s a confused smile on her lips as she tries to process what I’m holding. Her brow furrows slightly as she takes in the slim black hilt.
Then I switch open the blade.
“Jesus!” She instinctively flinches, but I hold her in place, tightening my grip on her neck.
“Shh,” I soothe. “Do you really think I’m going to hurt you?”
I loosen my grip, and she shakes her head no.
“Good girl.” I let go of her throat. “This is for you.”
I turn my hand so she can see the OTF mechanism. Sliding back my thumb, I retract the blade. I make sure she sees the latch click into place. With her chest pressed to mine, I feel her breathing steady.
“I will always do everything in my power to protect you,” I promise her. “But when I’m not around, you need to be able to protect yourself.”
She nods her understanding. There’s no fear in her ice-blue eyes. She is pure determination. It’s just my violent side appealing to her violent side.
“Stab. And slash,” I remind her.
I lift the closed blade to my throat to show her. To make sure she knows.
“Brady!” she shouts before she can stop herself.
I chuckle. My wife is worried about me. I lower the hilt from my throat, then turn it around so it’s safe side up. If the mechanism fails, which it won’t, the blade will stab down. Not up toward her.
I bring the hilt to her face to caress her cheek with it. She closes her eyes. Trusting me.
There is nothing sexier.
“Keep still,” I order.
I drag the hilt down the side of her neck. She shivers in delight, and I keep going. I graze the hilt down her chest, between her glorious breasts. I lower my knee, unpinning her. But she stays where she is.
“Good girl,” I murmur.
I kiss my way down her stomach, trailing the hilt beside me. Then I’m on my knees in front of her, my face level with her beautiful cunt.
“Open,” I tell her.
She spreads her thighs for me, and I hook her leg over my good shoulder as she grips my hair for support. Her pussy is glistening. Wet and ready. I use the hilt to trace along her slick folds, circling it closer and closer to her entrance. When I nudge the tip inside, she gasps.
The switchblade is half-gift, half-test, and she’s more than ready for it.
I slide the hilt deeper into her. It’s relatively slim, no larger than two of my fingers. I circle it inside her to hit all of her pussy walls. That’s when she moans. My Cora likes getting stretched open.
When I look up at her, her head is tilted back, her mouth open in ecstasy. She’s excelling at this test. She’s earned every pleasure I can give her.
I kiss her swollen clit, and she spasms. As I start licking her, I circle the hilt in her pussy again. I go harder and faster until I’m almost pulling her off the wall with it. Then I give her clit a gentle suck.
She explodes. She screams my name as her leg tightens around my shoulder and her pussy gushes. I keep my pressure on her clit. Keep circling the hilt inside her until she’s about to collapse.
I slide it out of her, then stand up quickly to brace her against the wall. She’s limp with pleasure as I hold up the hilt for her to see. It’s shining with her juices, and I don’t even have to tell her.
She opens her mouth. I slip the hilt between her lips and she sucks it automatically. Her eyes roll back in her head. Suddenly I’m jealous of the inanimate object. I pull it from her mouth and toss it across the room, where it clatters to the wooden floor.
She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. I knew she could take it. I knew she could handle the real me.
Licking her lips, she slides her hand down between us to stroke my cock through my pants. She moans when she feels how hard I am for her. I’m much larger than any switchblade hilt, and I’m ready to stretch her pussy even wider with my cock.
But before I say anything, she’s sinking to her knees in front of me, naked and flushed and eager for my cock in her mouth. If that’s what she wants, I’m more than happy to give it to her.
As she unbuckles my belt, I take off my dress shirt and peel off my undershirt. My wife takes the opportunity to run her hands up my abs. Then she returns her attention to taking off my pants and boxer briefs.
My hard cock springs out at her. Her mouth is open, ready, her tongue licking my precum before my pants are fully off. She moans at the taste of me, then wraps her lips around my cock. I groan as I smooth my hand down the length of her silky ponytail.
Wrapping her hair around my hand, I guide her forward as she takes me deep in her mouth.
With her soft, wet tongue, she strokes the underside of my cock.
The sensation of it makes even more precum bead on my tip, and I imagine it smearing along the roof of her mouth as she takes me as deep as she can.
When I hit the back of her throat, she gags.
She gives a small cough, but then she’s back at it, doing her best to swallow my thick cock.
Such a good girl. With one hand wrapped in her hair, I slide my other hand to the back of her head, holding her in place as I push myself into her throat. She whimpers.
“Swallow it, baby,” I tell her. “Relax your throat.”
Tears stream from her closed eyes, but she does as I say. When she relaxes her throat, I shove myself as deep as I can, thrusting my hips forward as she gags on me. Gripping her hair tight, I fuck my wife’s hot mouth. God, what a sight. Fiery, defiant Cora, on her knees and taking it.
She’ll deserve another reward for this.
With every pump of my hips, her lips reach all the way to my base. The muscles of her throat tighten, squeezing the head of my cock, and fuck. It takes all of my willpower not to come straight down her throat.
I pull her by the hair to give her a breather. Before my cock can slide out of her mouth, she catches me in her warm palm, stroking me even as she’s gasping for air.
“So fucking good,” I murmur.
I use her hair to pull her to her feet. It’s a reminder of who’s in control, and who’s at my mercy. When I let go, she staggers a little, so I grab her by the waist and pull us both backward onto the table.
She’s still panting hard as she lands on top of me.
Her breasts heave so beautifully that I don’t mind giving her more time to recover.
Lying on my back, I guide her thighs apart so she’s straddling me, and I feel her wet pussy against my abs.
I can’t wait to bury my cock inside her, but first things first.
“Such a good girl,” I tell her. “Are you ready for your reward?”
Her glazed eyes go wide, and she bites her bottom lip. Her entire mouth is chafed red from my cock, reminding me that she is mine. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, all mine to do with as I please.
“Sit on my face,” I instruct.
And even though she’s still panting a little bit, she scrambles to obey. As she crawls up my body, I fondle her every curve. Then I reward us both by burying my face in her sweet cunt.