Chapter 18 #2
Nodding, she strains to sit up but fails, falling back on the bed and groaning.
I round the bed and sit down beside one of her splayed legs.
She smells of chlorine, sex, and her own subtle scent of heather.
Trailing two fingers up the inside of her thigh, I relish the way she trembles beneath my touch.
The closer I get to her warmth, the more tremors wrack her body.
She’s keyed up and more receptive than ever to my slightest attentions.
I trace her heat with smaller and smaller concentric circles, feathering her soaked folds and swollen clit. Rocking her hips up into my hand, she chases contact and friction as a moan pours around the gag.
“So sensitive to my mere touch.” I smile as she pleads for more behind her gag. Then I raise my hand and slap her pussy hard three times.
Jumping, she whimpers and moans, her eyes round as golf balls.
I smack one breast then the other, reveling in the crack of palm against flesh.
Repeating this, I reach into the bedside drawer and pull out two nipple clamps connected by a chain.
I fasten one to her erect right nip and screw it a few times until she flinches, then once more for snugness.
I do the same to the left bud, tightening it till her chest rises and falls with pain and arousal.
“I promised you nipple clamps, sweetheart. I’m as good as my word.” I give the chain a tug, and she screams behind the gag.
I rise and stand at the foot of the bed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
She gazes at me like her god, watching every movement as I shuck my shirt, undo my fly, and drop my trousers.
My cock bobs in my boxer briefs, stiff as a metal girder and thick as a jumbo gherkin.
?2 To tease myself and her I fist it through the cloth, feeling the ache in my balls, the pre-cum leaking from my tip, and the throbbing throughout my shaft.
I wrench my boxer briefs down and cast them aside, wolfishly craving my wife.
Crawling over her, I give the chain another pull, enjoying how she arches her spine and digs her head into the covers.
“You’re so tidy,?3 spilling juices when I skelp?4 your tight cunt.
” I crash my hand down on it again, and she convulses.
“Getting worked up when I cage your nipples.” I give each clamp another half turn, admiring how her pink nipples jut from the metal while her breasts pale.
“Swelling up when I smack your plump breasts.” My palm crashes against first one breast then the other, making her startle and mewl.
“You enjoyed being locked up and tied to our bed, didn’t you, wee Scheherazade? ”
Tears swim in her eyes, and when she blinks up at me, they roll down her flushed cheeks.
Positioning my cock at her opening, I plunge straight in. She’s warm, soft, and tight, and I groan at the way we fit perfectly.
“I’m going to fill you with my hot cum till my seed swims to meet your egg and I impregnate you, wife.
Then you won’t just be under house arrest. You’ll be trapped for life.
” I pull out and slam deep, the idea of knocking her up hardening me even more.
“I’m gaun to breed you till your belly swells and your womb is full of our baby.
” I rise up and stab her clean through again.
“Only when you’re carrying our child will you be safe from my wrath.
” I increase my rhythm, pounding my hips into her with driven abandon.
“In the meantime, I’ll use you so thoroughly, you’ll have no purpose but to be my whore. ”
Her whole body vibrates like the string of a harp that’s just been plucked.
A shudder rolls through her from her head to her thighs, and she bridges to meet me while I drive into her with a ferocity I’ve never known.
My hips snap forward and back, and I feel her gripping me like powerful fingers, stroking me as I drag up and down her narrow walls.
Pulling partway out, I screw off first one nipple clamp then the other, watching blood rush into her breasts.
“Come, Iona.” I lance her to the bottom, and she screams, spasming and clamping onto my dick like a fist. I tense and groan as lightning shoots up my spine from my groin, pulverizing everything in its wake and leaving nowt but pleasure.
Fuucckk. It’s pure, unadulterated rapture.
I dissolve in it, feeling her squeeze out every last drop of spunk from my spent cock.
Untying her bikini bottom, I remove the gag from her mouth. Then I reach under her and unfasten the belt, freeing her wrists. But she’s so bonnie with her legs spread, I leave her ankles tied to the bedposts.
“Ohhh,” she groans, working her jaw back and forth and rubbing her wrists. Her blazing eyes suggest she’d like to slap me, though her body isn’t up to it yet.
I lave away the smart in her nipples, blowing cool air over each. “I don’t want to pull out of you, Flame. You feel like the lock to my key.”
I swoop on her lips, nudging them apart and dipping in to mesh my tongue with hers.
She meets me thrust for thrust, wrapping her arms around me and scoring my back with her nails.
I smile into our kiss, knowing she’s taking out her anger on my flesh as best she can.
Little does she know how much I enjoy pain, always have.
But I enjoy giving it even more. And I have several treats planned for her in upcoming days.
Reluctantly I pull away from her sweetness. “Bath, then dinner. Wear what I put out for you.”
A shiver trips down her body. “I’m suddenly freezing.”
Untying her ankles, I carry her into the bathroom and place her on the settee. I draw a bath, drop lavender bath salts in, and settle her in the water between my legs, her back to my chest.
A long, contented sigh drifts through her lips. “I’ve never so needed a bath.”
“You did well this evening.” I kiss her temple, soaping up a washcloth and beginning to clean her. “I told you you were strong.”
“What did you do all that time I was trussed up?”
I slide the cloth along her belly to the apex of her thighs. “I met with Galiene.” Iona stiffens, but I round my hand to her throat, making her relax.
“You confide in her more than me,” she surprises me by saying.
While I love fucking with her head, I don’t like using Galiene to do so.
I draw her hair behind her shoulder, laying a kiss on her neck.
“I’ll tell you everything we discussed. We strategized ways to deal with the fallout of Stennis’s article.
I called Darian, who admitted he hadn’t turned me in to the prosecuting advocate Hume Irving.
I approved a couple of articles on Irving for two news sources.
And I planned how to deal with Stennis.”
She twists to look up at me, her features laced with trepidation. “How are you going to handle him?”
I stroke the cloth over her inner thigh. “I’ll question him in such a way that he can’t help but tell the truth.”
Shuddering, she drapes her arms over my thighs. “That’s what I was feart of.”
I finish cleaning her up, then find the dress I want her to wear and set it out while she’s drying her hair.
She pads out and takes a look at my selection. “Where did that come from?”
It’s an emerald mesh figure-hugging knee-length dress with a scoop neck that will show off her gorgeous breasts, slender waist, and ample hips. Not to mention her spectacular arse.
I pull on my slacks. “I slipped it into your collection.”
A warm smile graces her lips. “A wedding present?”
I shake my head. “Just one of many dresses I plan to give you.”
Taking it up, she sucks in a breath. “It’s exquisite.” Standing on tiptoe, she kisses my five-o’clock shadow. “If you’re trying to bribe me into accepting my fate, it’s working.”
Her lips sear my skin. “Put it on.”
She pulls it over her head, and I zip up her back, turning her to face the mirror.
She looks like a diva, a vixen, and a starlet rolled into one. My mouth waters as my eyes scroll over her creamy skin and flaming hair against the green fabric and the sinuous movement of her at every angle as she turns around.
“I love it,” she pronounces.
Holding her by the hips, I pull her into me. “Not nearly as much as I do. Wear white heels with this.”
A slow smile blooms on her face. “You know what you like.”
“With you, I’m inspired.”
It’s true, I’ve never much cared what a woman wore. Before Iona.
I lead her downstairs. On the way to the dining room we pass Galiene standing in the doorway of my study with a fretted brow.
I halt my steps. “What’s gaun on?”
Her gaze swings to Iona, and she gives her a once-over before returning her attention to me. “Leith, Kion Forrest wanted to speak with you directly.”
“Now?”
“Aye. I was just on the phone with him. I’ll give you a few minutes to speak with him alone.” She opens the door wider. “I’ll go off with Iona and make a mug of tea.”
“Alright.” I step away from Iona and into my office. “I won’t be more than ten minutes.”
Iona’s eyes flare, pleading with me not to be long. “Okay.”
Galiene leads Iona toward the kitchen. “You and I can catch up a bit, Iona. It’s been since the wedding.”
I close the door and head over to my desk, hoping Iona goes easy on Galiene.
1?Excellent
2?pickle
3?gorgeous
4?slap, smack