Chapter 40

40

Edward

Without taking my gaze off her damp, pink pussy, I catch her panties, and bring them to my nose. A deep whiff, and that apple blossom scent of hers, laced with something tart, sinks into my blood. My already thickened cock strains against my pants. One last whiff, ignoring the pulsing sensation that grips my balls, I slip her panties into one pocket, then wind her bra around my fingers. Her gaze widens. I raise my fingers and twirl it. She hesitates, then slowly turns in place. When her magnificent butt is facing me, I touch her shoulder. Goosebumps snake down her back.

I sink to my knees, dragging my stubbled chin across the curve of her butt. A whine spills from her lips, and a slash of fire sears my groin. Fuck! I rise to my feet and walk over to perch on edge of the desk. "Turn around."

She trembles, then complies.

"Crawl to me."

She gapes. "What?"

"Don’t make me repeat myself," I warn.

She swallows, then tips up her chin, and in a graceful move, lowers herself to her hands and knees. Then, holding my gaze, she crawls forward. With each move, her gorgeous breasts swing, her butt twitches, and her thighs quiver. The color on her features deepens and extends down her chest. I widen my legs, and when she reaches the space between them, she pauses. Her face is level with my crotch. Perfect.

"Sit back on your heels."

She does. I’m instantly entranced by the golden triangle between her legs. I ease my foot between her knees. She shudders but obeys and slides them apart. A-n-d there it is, between those pink pussy lips, that knob of Venus, that little sugar-plum, that devil’s doorbell, her clit.

"Fold your hands behind your back."

A mutinous look comes into her eyes. "If this is your way of punishing me?—"

"It’s my way of taking what my wife is offering."

"Oh." She blinks.

"Now, do it." I lower my voice to a hush. She pales. The muscles of her arms twitch. Then she slowly locks her fingers behind her back.

"Good girl."

A groan boils up her throat.

"You like it when I praise you?"

She nods.

"You like it when I touch you?"

She nods again.

"You like it when I fuck you?"

She frowns. "You know, I do."

"Good, because from now on, you need to earn all three."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

I slip my booted foot up the valley of her thighs, and when I press into her core, she gasps, "Eddie."

I begin to rub on her clit, stroke up and down her slit, again and again. When I withdraw, the tip of my boot glistens.

"So wet. Can’t wait to feel my cock inside your weeping cunt, hmm?"

She swallows, then presses her lips together. My wife likes to defy me. How sweet. It gives me more to work with. It inspires me to show her how it can be when she finally surrenders to me. Oh, I don’t want to break her. I merely want her to put her trust in me. I want her to hand her body over to me willingly, secure in the knowledge that I’ll always know what she wants. I’ll always treat her like the queen she is. I’ll always ensure she’s taken care of. That she never lacks for anything. That she’s always pleasured and secure, that she has the power. One word from her, and I’d stop this.

"If you want me to stop, say so."

She blinks.

"You can always leave."

"And you’d go to the BDSM club?"

I glance away, then back at her. "You were right. I said it because I wanted to get a rise out of you. I would never touch anyone but you, Belle. You should know that. You are my wife. My. Wife."

Her lips part, and her chin trembles. "Do you mean it?"

"The only lie I’ve ever told in my life, was to you, and it didn’t feel good. I’ll never tell anything but the truth, from now on. But I also need time."

"Okay," she whispers.

"Okay." I widen my stance to accommodate my throbbing arousal. "If you want to leave, now would be a good time."

"And you won’t go to the BDSM club?"

"I won’t."

"But if I stay, you won’t let me come?"

"Not until you earn it."

"What do I have to do to earn it?"

"Stay and find out."

She nods slowly. "Okay."

Thank fuck. I release the breath I was holding. If she’d refused, would I have let her leave? Probably not. Good thing she’ll never find out.

I lower the zipper on my pants, reach inside my boxers, and take out my cock.

Her lips part. Her pupils dilate. Her gaze is fixed on how I stroke my swollen shaft from base to crown, and again. Pre-cum glistens on the swollen head. I scoop it up, reach forward and smear it over her lips. She licks it up, then opens her mouth again.

"Good?"

She nods.

"Good." I cup the back of her head, then position my cock between her lips. I tug her forward, and my shaft disappears into her mouth. Fucking hell, I’ve never seen a more erotic sight. The feel of her moist tongue grazing the underside of my dick draws a groan from my lips. I grit my teeth, trying to tamp down on the rising tension in my belly, but the feel of my wife’s mouth as she licks around the rim of my cock, the sensations it rockets to my extremities, surely warrant a poem dedicated to it.

I pull back, and when I push in again, I hit the back of her throat. She gags; drool drips from her chin. A trail of moisture slides down her cheek leaving a black trail in its wake. It’s so perfect, I almost come in her mouth. I squeeze the base of my cock to hold back my orgasm, then pull back again. "Open wide," I order.

She complies, and this time, when I push forward, I slide down the warmth of her throat. It’s tight and hot and perfect. She’s perfect. And she’s my wife. Mine. My balls draw up, and the pressure at the base of my spine curls in on itself, growing harder, higher and when she swallows, I know I can’t hold back. I pull back, and the climax boils up. A roaring sound fills my ears, and I come.