really happening.
“Almost…?” She swallowed, groaning as he made her stand, walking her over toward the wall opposite the bed. There were black mats on the floor, the thick kind they use in gyms. He turned her to face him, unhooking the front clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties and stockings and sandals came next, until she was stripped completely nude in front of him.
Then he was shackling her to the wall. The restraints were soft, on some sort of leads coming from the ceiling and the floor. They had give. She could move her arms and legs if she wanted to. That was, until he grabbed a remote off a small table by the bed, pushing a button. The leads tightened, pulling her arms up over her head, spreading her legs, forcing them apart.
“Please.” She whispered the word, not sure if he heard her. He was at a cabinet in the corner of the room, like an armoire with drawers inside, rifling through. She trembled, watching him strip off his t-shirt as he came toward her. He tossed it aside, his gaze never leaving her body.
“What is that?” she croaked, looking at the thing in his hand. It was thick and black and looked like a cock.
“The rest of your punishment.” Then he was on his knees in front of her, touching her. Oh god, he was touching her, spreading her pussy lips. They were fat and swollen under his fingers, slippery too. He worked the cock slowly inside of her, twisting it, making her cry out with both pain and pleasure.
“Hold it there,” he said, looking up at her. “Hold my place.”
“Oh god. I’m so wet. I can’t.” She flushed bright red, feeling so exposed. Why was he doing this? Now? Like this?
“I noticed.” He sat back on his heels—somewhere along the way he’d taken off his socks and shoes too, so he was barefoot—looking up at her with hungry eyes. “God I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“You have?” She bit her lip, struggling to keep the toy from slipping. It made her feel so full!
“Yes.” He stood, frowning, tilting her chin up to his. “How could you doubt it, Pet?”
But she had.
Blue kissed her for the first time since their wedding day, the soft, full press of his lips making her forget everything else. His hands moved in her hair, taking out pins, letting it fall to her shoulders, gathering it in his fist and pulling her head back so he could capture more of her mouth. She moaned as his tongue slipped between her lips, a hot, deep exploration.
“I’m sorry I came into this room,” she gasped when they parted, looking at him through half-closed eyes, barely able to breathe, let alone talk or form coherent thoughts, but she had to tell him, she had to explain. “I thought… I thought I heard someone in here. I—”
He raised an eyebrow, still holding her head motionless with his fist in her hair. “There was someone in here. In this very room.”
“What do you mean?” Her eyes widened.
“Do you really want me to tell you now?” His lips trailing softly over her exposed throat, moving tantalizingly close to her breasts.
“No. No.” She shook her head, arching.
“Good.” His mouth continued its torture down to her nipple, pink and hard for him, like rock candy for his tongue. She watched him lift her breast it in his hand, letting it fall, before beginning to lick her nipple. He traced easy circles around it, puckering her flesh, making her nipples point directly toward him. She moaned when he turned his attention to the other one, not wasting time now, sucking it deep between his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, on his knees before her now, his big hands moving over her long legs, the soft flesh of her thighs. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
I wanted you too. But she didn’t speak the words. They were caught in her throat. She didn’t understand why they’d waited so long, but right now she didn’t