Chapter 33

Quentin

"Orgasm on command?" She scoffs. "Is that a thing?"

"Are you doubting me?" I ask in a voice that sounds casual but has an undertone of steel.

She shivers. Despite her earlier protests, her pupils are dilated, and her breathing elevated, and when I press down on the control in my pocket, she jerks.

"Stop!" She digs her elbow into my side. "Don't do that."

"Are you using your safe word?" I scrutinize her features.

She shakes her head without hesitation.

I relax, then twist my lips. "In case you haven't gotten the memo, darling wife, you don't tell me what to do."

She pouts, and all I can think is how I'd love to see those lips wrapped around my cock. Not until I pleasure her first. I slide my arm down her side and squeeze the top of her thigh. "Your body drives me crazy."

She seems taken aback. "I have no idea why. It's not like I'm particularly good-looking or stand out in any way or?—"

"Hush, that's my wife you're talking about."

A flush fills her cheeks. She likes it when I call her "my wife." Interesting. What else turns you on, little Raven?

As I hold her gaze, her blush deepens. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you want to eat me alive."

"Given a choice, I'd have your pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but for now, I'll settle for getting to know every inch of your tight little body."

"Jesus"—she shakes her head—"you have a filthy mouth."

"And you love it."

A look of worry threads her gaze, then she nods slowly. "I do, and I can't understand why."

"What's to understand. We are debased creatures, one step away from animals, who are more honest than us. They give into their passions, while we pretend we don't want the things that are hardwired into our DNA."

Her forehead furrows. "You mean, your wanting to dominate me?—"

"—and you wanting to be submissive to me?—"

"—is the natural order of things?"

"I mean"—I lower my chin so I can stare into her eyes—"I've wanted to make you mine since the moment I saw you. I mean, it was inevitable that a consensual BDSM relationship would be at the heart of our marriage. I mean, all the experience I've gathered over the years ensures I'll make every time we fuck more memorable than the last for you. I mean?—"

She swallows.

"—that before the night is out, you'll be my wife in every sense. And before the week is out, you'll realize you can't live without me. And before the month is out, you'll have forgotten about your life before me."

Her breath hitches.

"I'm not going to stop until you realize there's no escaping this bond between us."

"And if I refuse?"

"Do you want to refuse?" I search her features. "Do you want to deny yourself the chance to find out how far you could go in search of your own pleasure? The kind only I can grant you?"

She draws in a breath, then looks away. "You mean, the kind Felix would not be able to."

I tighten my hold on her hip, and when she winces, I release her. "Don't bring a third person into this relationship."

"We met because of a third person."

I set my jaw. "I'd have met you anyway. It so happens, the sequence of events worked out the way it did."

She blinks, and her features soften. "You don't strike me as someone who believes in fate."

"I don't; I make my own. And my path"—I notch my knuckles under her chin—"leads to you."

She bites the inside of her cheek. "I wish I felt half as confident when it comes to us. I wish I had the life-experience to have faith in my choices. I wish?—"

"What?" I allow my lips to curve slightly. "What is it you wish?"

"I wish it were easier for me to acknowledge that part inside of me that loves to be dominated by you."

I drag my thumb under her lower lip. "So, you found what I said interesting?"

"Don't pretend you didn't notice that I did."

"I want to hear it from your mouth."

"I thought you had other interests for my mouth," she says coyly.

The flare of heat in my groin is instantaneous. My already erect cock extends further. "So bloody sassy and yet, so innocent. So curious and yet, so shy. So ready to be led and yet, so much in denial. You're so fucking full of contradictions, baby, it makes me want to throw you down and rut into you right now, but I won't."

Her features flame.

"You're a submissive in every curve and dip and hollow of your body, in how you come across to me, in how you lower your eyes whenever I walk into a room. All you need is permission to accept your base nature."

"And you're the one who's going to give me permission, I suppose?"

"You already know the answer to that." I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck.

She holds my gaze, "I won't give in without a fight."

"And that, my wife, is what will you make your submission even more delicious." Could she be any more perfect?

Whatever she reads on my features has her lowering her own. "I'm on the pill"—she swallows— "and you already have my bloodwork."

"And you have mine." I had her go by the doctor as soon as we first set the date for the wedding and emailed the results of my latest tests this morning. Thank God, I was thorough. It means, there need not be anything between us.

Her thoughts must be along the same lines because the color on her cheeks spreads to her neck. "This feels like it's happening too fast."

"I understand." I lower my arm and put a little distance between us. "I promise, I'll go easy on you… the first time."

"Um… thanks?" Some of the tension seems to drain out of her shoulders. "Though it certainly didn't feel like that when you spanked me earlier."

"That was to remind you never to go behind my back and indulge in a stunt like you did earlier."

"You didn't have to put a plug up my butthole for that."

"Speaking of…" I pull the phone from my pocket, and when I touch the app on the screen, she sighs.

"You stopped that thing from vibrating."

"Because you're ready."

"Ready?" Her gaze widens. "Y-You mean?—"

"I mean, you're not getting out of anal anytime soon." I smirk.

"A...nal," she squeaks.

"Thought you millennials preferred to skip the basics and go for the forbidden hole directly?"

She tosses her head. "I'm Gen Z, and I get the impression you say half the things you do just to shock me."

Damn, she caught me there. "I admit, I enjoy seeing that wide-eyed expression on your face when I say something that's out of your comfort zone," I say slowly.

She doesn't seem surprised. "Is that why you decided to use a butt plug on our wedding night?"

"No, that's because I have a preference for anal"—I hesitate— "and m-a-y-b-e I wanted to see what your reaction would be if I used it. Not to mention, I figured I might as pull off the kid gloves and show you how depraved I am."

She tosses her head. "It takes more than a butt plug to shock me."

I stop myself from smiling. She's perfect, my wife. So spunky, so able to put me in my place. I couldn't have chosen better. And if I'm not careful, I'm going to fall in love with her, and I can't afford that. I want her in my life; and sure, I feel a connection to her. Doesn't mean I'm going to make myself completely vulnerable.

Once more, in a bid to change the direction of my thoughts, I cup her cheek. "Wait until I tie you up spread-eagled and pinch your exposed clit."

She flushes crimson. Her pupils dilate. "Jesus, how can you be so... so..."

"Explicit? Dirty? Salacious? Vulgar?" I smirk.

She shakes her head. "I was going to say upfront."

"My front will be up yours soon enough." I waggle my eyebrows at her.

She bursts out laughing. "That was such a NSFW dirty dad joke."

It's my turn to stare. "Did you refer to my pun as a dad joke?"

"A dirty dad joke."

"And what does NSFW mean?"

"You mean, you don't know it stands for Not Safe For Work?" Her eyes round. "How do you not know that? Oh, wait—" She snaps her fingers. "I forgot, you're old."

"Old, hmm?"

She giggles. "Ancient, actually."

I grab her hand and place it over my crotch. "Does that feel ancient to you, little Raven?"