Chapter 6

Istare down at my wife, lust swirling through me. God, but I want to come down her pretty throat. Perhaps if I allow myself, I'll be able to drive this madness from my brain and finally be able to think. There's so much I want to do to her, with her, but I can't when my cock controls my actions.

Gripping the back of her head, I hold her still as I glide in and out. My balls clench, drawing up until they're so tight stars spark behind my eyes. Grunts and oaths fly from my lips as her lips massage me and her tongue caresses me.

When I first met her, I wasn't able to fuck her face with such wild abandon. Now, after a few weeks of teaching and training her, she kneels there before me, her throat softening as I force myself down, choking her. Tears stream from her eyes as her lips thin, accommodating my massive girth.

Those tears are precious to me. They speak of her willing submission. Whereas the scent of arousal that drifts up from her pussy speaks of the pleasure she derives from being my vessel.

My knot swells, tingling as I slide into her one final time. Holding her still, I jerk my hips as cum spurts out from me and shoots down the back of her throat. Her fingers frantically clench at my thighs as I fill her stomach with my essence.

Like the good little omega she is, she swallows me down as best as she can. She sucks me hard, drinking every drop. Groaning, I fist her hair in my hands and pull her away.

With practiced ease, she drops her hands back down to her thighs and proceeds to clean me with her tongue. "My good little omega," I murmur, brushing her mass of ebony curls from her face so I can watch her pretty pink tongue lap at my slit.

Already I grow hard again, needing her with a passion which will never die. And it will always be like this between us. I just know it. It's not because of these little games we play with each other, but because our souls recognize each other as our other half.

Forcing myself away from the warm haven of her mouth, I painfully tuck my cock into my breeches. I need my strong-willed anatomy away for what I plan to do next.

"You are far more skilled than you let on. Perhaps your husband is a luckier man than you admit?"

With a feigned coquettish sigh, she lowers her lashes, simpering as well as any practiced courtesan. "My good sir, it is you who are my inspiration. I've never been able to handle even the mere idea of such an activity from my husband."

"Indeed," I murmured, motioning for her to stand up. "I wonder how well you'll fare with my next task. You will not move until I give you permission." Again, I pull out the dagger and watch as her pupils dilate.

It's been far too long since she's felt the kiss of a knife on her skin. As I stalk forward, her chest heaves, forcing her breasts to rise above the top of her corset. It's such an alluring visual, one that has my knot throbbing with need.

I make quick work of the strings, making a mental note to stock her wardrobe with clothes far less expensive. This way, I can destroy them at will and not cause her mental anguish. Somehow, she still doesn't understand that I would buy her the moon if it only hung low enough for someone to put a bill of sale on it.

She carries these unnecessary sensibilities around her like a shroud. Someday, I'll be able to cut through the mental barriers, to prove to her she's safe with me. I will provide every need and then some.

Still though, I don't miss the pang that shoots through her heart as the corset falls to the floor. Dropping character for a moment, I lean forward. "Love, we can easily replace the strings. Your corset is not destroyed."

Catherine's fingers twitch at her sides, and through the bond, I feel the overwhelming warmth and happiness my words bring her. "Thank you. I was rather fond of this one."

Coming around the front, I tip her chin up to look her in the eyes. "When we get settled, I will have you separate your favorites from the garments you wouldn't mind having roughed up. Believe me when I say this. Today is not an exception but the rule. I will find any moment to cut these fabrics away from your flesh. Understand?"

"Yes, my love," she breathes, relief causing her to sag against me.

"Oh dash it all," I cry out, ripping the cover from my face.

I wish to kiss those pretty pouty lips, and nothing will stand in my way. Gathering her into my arms, I slant my mouth over hers, easing her into a tender kiss. Soon, however, it becomes wild and desperate.

Our teeth clash together as our tongues duel with each other. Moans flit into the air as I bury my free hand into her hair, fisting for a moment as I pull her back. "Such a pretty mouth. But there are other lips I wish to taste. Now then, stand still as I remove this shift from you. No objections, I take it?"

"None, Sir."

At her honorific, my cock pulses. More precum wells to the surface as need tightens my muscles. "Good fucking girl."

The knife slides through the flimsy fabric with barely any resistance. Just like that night when I first saw her, it slips down to the floor, exposing her body to my hungry gaze. And, just like that night, I plan to keep her socks and garters on.

There's something so inherently arousing, seeing her so unclothed and yet not quite. All it does is make me want to dishevel her even more. Placing the knife between my teeth, I bend low and pull her calf up to me, as if she's a prized steed, which I'm about to shoe.

This image shouldn't be erotic in the slightest, and yet, for a moment, all I want to do is put a bridle in her mouth and waltz her about for all to see. The delicious humiliation of turning her into my horse to truss up and breed at will… It must be the haze of lust which has me thinking in this manner. Still though, it's something I might bring up to my friends. Perhaps they have experience in this area?

Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I make quick work of her shoe, tossing it to the floor before I grab her other leg. Now, I can begin. Walking over to the side of the room, I gather the bits of rope I stashed here earlier. They're soft as silk in my hands, a far cry from the horrendous bite of rope Hugh Beaumont trussed her up with.

Since that fateful day, I've only ever used the softest of ropes with her, never once allowing her mind to drift back to his unforgivable actions. The pain I cause her will never mimic anything he ever did. I'll die before I hurt her like that.

With the knife still firmly in between my teeth, I'm unable to speak out loud to her, but my motions are swiftly obeyed. Her pupils dilate as I slip the rope around the back of her neck and drag the length down her front. For a bit of fun, I rub the silken strands against her nipples, my cock swelling as her soft moans fill the air.

God, but she's a vision. Removing the knife, I sheath it once more and slide it into my pocket. Right now, my lips want to wrap around those tight buds that beg for my caress. Bending low, I lap at her nipple while my fingers pinch the other.

She writhes under my touch, her body coming alive with every lick and nip. Pulling away, I follow the rope down until I reach her apex. God, but she's soaked. I drag my fingers through her lower lips, my balls clenching as her slick coats my fingers.

At this rate, I'm going to fuck her before too much else happens, and I so want to truss her up first. Making a small knot in the ropes, I line it up with her clit before I drag the tails up and in between her arse cheeks. Once I slip the ends under the portion around her neck, I pull tight, waiting until I hear her gasp of pleasure as the knot grinds into her clit.

She squirms, no doubt attempting to dislodge the irritant, but the ropes hold firm. "Please," she whimpers, her body shuddering as each minute movement forces the rope to pleasure her. "I- I can't take much more of this."

"Oh, I'm sure you can. You're such a good little omega. I know you can hold off on your release until I give you permission."

Again, her soft whimpers meet my ears as her arousal blossoms around us. She can never resist being my good girl. And I love her all the more for it.

Taking the ends, I weave them around the front, caging her breasts in a tight caress. Catherine gasps as I pull them even tighter, making them distend from her body just a touch. From there, I pull here and tuck there until pretty diamond shapes go down her body.

Once I get to her mound, I take the ends and slip them through, extending out the rope resting against her clit. It drives that little knot even further, drawing a cry from her pretty lips. Through the bond, I monitor her, prepared to cut through these ropes in an instant if it causes her undue distress.

But there's only physical discomfort and an intense need to come. I can live with such emotions. Easing her down onto the floor, I draw my knife back out and drag the tip along her delicate skin.

"If I were an actual highwayman, I could do so many nefarious things with this knife. For instance…" I bring the blade up to her throat, resting it against the thin skin of her neck.

Her lashes flutter as she slips into that hazy space between heaven and earth. God, but I love getting her to this point. Taking care to keep the pressure even, I lean down and kiss her pouty lips before pulling away.

"You're so beautiful, my love," I whisper, looking down at her with all the tenderness within me. "I will never be able to think of a day when you will not be by my side. But know this: when I fuck you, it will be hard and raw, full of passion and need. You bring this side out of me. Your soft sighs, your elegant submission…I want all of you, and I shall have it."

"Always, my love."

Pulling away, I toss the knife to the side and go to retrieve a different item altogether. I keep my back turned so she cannot see the dilator I pull from a sack hidden in the corner of the room. Truthfully, it doesn't quite matter, seeing as her mind is in a haze.

I use her arousal to coat the blunt head before pulling the ropes to the side so I can wedge it deep into her ass. "Did I not say I'd find a way to punish you for your language? Though, knowing you, this is more of a reward."

Keening moans claw at her throat as I stretch her wide, impaling her with the rigid phallus. Her tight ring fights me, threatening to push it out. Growling softly, I wait until her body relaxes before gliding it the rest of the way in.

I watch, transfixed, as her body swallows it up, pulling it deep inside her. We still haven't explored me taking that bottom hole, and as much as I want to indulge, I'd rather her first time be somewhere other than a dirty old cottage. Soon, though.

Fully seating the dilator, I bring the ropes back around and cover the base, keeping it snug within her. My cock jerks as I stare down at her, watching her rock from side to side, arousing herself with the bit of rope between her thighs. As much as I want to drag this out, to keep her on the edge, for both of our sanities, I need to take her now.

Glancing outside, I watch as the sunlight begins to wane. I don't want us out here after dark. Not out of concern for me, but for her safety. With me so consumed with lust, I might miss hearing movement outside. We've already pushed our luck, and I don't want to endanger either of us.