Chapter 36

36

Knox

"I'm going to fuck you, wife."

She wants me in all my kinky glory. In fact, she's wanted the unvarnished side of me from the beginning. She wants me as I am, proclivities and all. But I chose not to believe her. I chose not to accept her at face value. I was second guessing her. I was doing her a disservice. She deserves nothing less than my total belief in her. She deserves the maximum amount of pleasure I can give her.

She looks up at me from under heavy eyelashes. Her lips part. With her flushed cheeks and her thick hair mussed up around her face, she looks incredibly gorgeous. A siren who's bewitched me and who I can't stop wanting to bend to my will. I don't want to break her anymore; I enjoy and appreciate her sass too much for that. I simply want the privilege of making her mine. Perhaps, I subconsciously guessed she was a virgin, which is why I held back until our wedding night to make love to her. Old fashioned, maybe. And not how I viewed myself. But since she came into my life, so many preconceived notions of myself have gone out the window. All that's left is a man who is in thrall to his wife.

I place her on her feet at the foot of the bed, then peel off her dress. She steps out of it, and I drape it over a nearby chair. I walk over to the nightstand and flick on the bedside lamp. When I turn, it's to find she's covering her breasts with her arm.

I click my tongue. "Let me see you."

She tucks her elbows into her sides and allows me the honor of raking my gaze down her luscious breasts, her flared hips, the roll of her stomach, her thick thighs, which I can't wait to mark.

"Part your legs," I order.

When she obliges, I stare at the wetness that clings to her inner thighs.

The flush extends down her chest, and she shivers.

"Are you scared?" I walk over to stand in front of her.

She shakes her head. "More excited about what's to come."

I nod slowly. "And will you let me tie you up before I take you tonight?"

"T-tie me up?"

I search her face and find curiosity, and perhaps, a touch of trepidation, in her eyes.

"Do you trust me, July?" I murmur.

She blinks. "I wasn't sure I did, but"—she surveys my features—"I think I do." She nods. "In fact, I'm sure I do."

"Good girl."

Another quiver runs through her. I can taste the nervousness and the excitement that seeps from her pores, and it renders me almost immobile with need.

"Lay back, baby," I say through gritted teeth.

She instantly obliges.

"Show me your cunt," I growl.

And when she bends her knees and pushes her legs apart, baring her sweet pussy to my perusal, I groan. I reach for the tie I placed within easy reach on the nightstand while she was sleeping. Then I push my knee into the space between her thighs.

I lean over and, twisting her arms up and over her head, I knot it around both of her wrists. I didn't expect things to go this way, so I didn't come prepared, but that's okay. At the last minute, I got a special surprise for her, but other than that, I'll have to be resourceful when it comes to ensuring my wife has a wedding night she's going to remember for a long time.

I walk over to the closet and emerge with what I need. Her eyes round as I reach her again. Then, linking the tie in my hand to the one I looped around her wrists, I fasten it to the slat on the headboard. I tug on it to make sure it's not tight, but also, that it's secure enough to restrain her. Then, I step back and take in her body, "Okay?"

She nods. Her gaze is clear and, except for a hint of impatience in them, she doesn't show any other emotion.

"Good girl," I praise her again.

The flush on her cheeks deepens. Her chest rises and falls, and her breasts seem to swell. I lower myself until I'm planked over her, then wrap my lips around one erect nipple.

When I suck on it, she moans, then pushes her breast further into my mouth. I palm the other one and when I pluck on that nipple, her entire body jerks.

"Oh my god," she gasps.

"You mean 'oh my Knox,' don't you?" I smirk down into her face.

She huffs, "You're so corny."

"Say it, say my name," I order. I want to... Need to hear my name from her mouth.

"Knox," she whispers. "Oh. My. Knox."

A thrill spirals down my spine. Satisfaction presses in on my chest. "Good girl."

Then, I dive down between her legs and begin to eat her out. She writhes and groans and tries to pull away, but I hold onto her thighs. I lift her hips to give myself better access, then lick up her pussy lips. She whimpers, and when I throw her legs over my shoulders, she shudders. I stuff my tongue inside her weeping slit, she squeezes those thick thighs about my neck, and fuck, if I don't relish that. She can take my breath away... She does take my breath away. If I could go to my death between her legs, I'd die happy. And when I raise my head, she chases the feel of my tongue by raising her hips. I press little kisses to the inside of her thigh, all the way up to her pussy. And when I bite that little swollen nub of her clit, she gasps. Then thrusts up again.

"Ride my tongue, baby, just like that." I slide my tongue inside her, and she rolls her hips forward repeatedly. I lick inside her, and when I bring my hand down to grind into her cunt, she arches her back and cries out again. Little sounds emerge from her parted lips. Her body stiffens, and she's so close. I raise my head again, long enough to growl, "Come for me."

And she shatters. Her entire body jolts. Her thighs tremble. Moisture gushes out from between her pussy lips, and I lick it up. Only when the aftershocks abate, do I look up at her flushed features. She flutters her eyelids open, and her gaze meets mine. Her pupils are dilated, the black of her irises having expanded until there's only a golden circle around them. Fuck.

"You're gorgeous, you know that?"

She flushes. "I...came," she says in a slightly shocked voice.

"Did you like that, baby?" I smirk.

She nods again.

"Did you want to come harder next time?"

"I do," she breathes.

"Good girl."

I slap her pussy, and she cries out, "What was that for?"

"Just making sure you're primed for my penetration."

She swallows. The pulse at the base of her neck speeds up. Then she frowns. "You said that purposely, to make me wary about what's to come."

"Did I?" I chuckle.

The line between her eyebrows deepens. "I know you did."

"Or perhaps, I know that you need all the stimulation possible, so you can accommodate my girth?"

I crawl up her body and press my lips to hers. I kiss her deeply, drink from her and taste her cum mixed with that unique taste of her mouth. All the blood descends to my groin. I lower some of my weight onto her, pressing down into the wet flesh between her legs, and a trembling grips her. I make sure she can sense just how aroused I am when I fit my throbbing cock into the triangle between her legs. Even through my pants, I make sure she can feel the imprint of my swollen dick .

Her gaze widens, then she swallows. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"I might," I murmur.

"But I want you to, fuck me." She writhes under me, trying to hump the ridge between my legs.

I chuckle. "You don't tell me what to do, baby." I sit back on my heels and pull her surprise out of my pocket. I sense the question in her eyes, but before she can ask it, I lean over and squeeze the nipple clamp I procured especially for her over one nipple.

She shudders. "Oh my god, that... That doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would."

"It boosts blood flow and heightens sensitivity to touch. Gives me the freedom to explore the rest of your body and make sure your climax is that much more memorable." I proceed to squeeze a second around her other nipple. When I pinch the clamp on the first, she throws her head back and groans.

I look down between her legs, and sure enough, moisture drips from her slit. I walk around to, once more stand, between her thighs, and before she can protest, I slide the special one I'd ordered for her around her clit.

"Jesus," she groans.

"Knox," I correct her. I can't wait to see the marks these are going to leave on her when I remove them. Just thinking of them turns my thigh muscles to granite. My balls tighten.

"Oh my God, Knox," she whines as she tries to squeeze her thighs together.

I grip her knees and hold them apart. "You're so pink, and so swollen, and so moist, wife."

I tighten the clit clamp by sliding the metal ring forward, and her entire body jolts. "You're a sadist. Next thing I know, you're going to go straight to anal, and without lube."

I look at her with longing. "Are you flirting with me, baby?"

She stares at me, then to my surprise, she chuckles. "I can't believe you said that. You're… You're?—"

"A brute? A villain?" I smirk.

"All of them, but also"—her features soften—"you're my Sir. My master."

My heart stutters. This woman. She says the darnedest things that cut me off at my knees. I hold her gaze, and the air between us seems to ignite. Maintaining eye contact, I push back to stand next to the foot of the bed.

I unfasten one of my cuffs, then the other. I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. I toss it aside, make quick work of my pants, and shove them off, along with my boxers, my shoes, and my socks. When I straighten, she's staring at my chest. More specifically, the scarred side of my torso. She rakes her gaze down the left side of my body to the scars that mar my thigh, and down to those on my leg.

"They're ugly. I'm ugly." The words are out before I can stop them. I'm not looking for reassurance. I don't need reassurance... Except perhaps, I do? Perhaps, I want my new bride to assure me that she doesn't find me hideous? I

As she continues to take in my body, I resist the urge to turn the blemished side away from her. Instead, I angle my body to present her with a full-frontal view. She saw me at the gym in my shorts, but this is different.

This is the first time she's seen me without any clothes, in my full disfigured glory. And on our wedding night. It's a testament to how comfortable I've gotten with her that I didn't give a second thought to stripping down completely. I've never done so with any of the submissives I paid for at the club I frequented. This is a first for me, too. When there's no reaction from her, my guts tie themselves in knots. Damn, I should have kept my clothes on. I ? —

"You're beautiful, Knox Davenport," she says in that soft, sweet voice of hers. Instantly, my mind quietens. It's a balm to my senses, to that wounded part of me inside which made me believe that I'd never feel normal again. Something tightly wound inside of me unravels. My cock hardens further. And when she raises her gaze to stare at my very erect shaft, her eyes glaze over with lust.

I run my hand down my chest and grasp the base of my erect dick.

She swallows. "You said it's big ?"

"It is." I squeeze my shaft from base to crown.

"It's not big." She sets her jaw.

"No?"

"It's a freakin' enormous penis."

"Thanks?" I allow myself another smirk, but she's too busy taking in the size of the organ I'm going to use to pleasure her .

"I… I don't think it will fit." Once again, she begins to close her legs. But I plant my knees between hers and force her to keep them apart.

"It will," I promise. Then. I grip the underside of her thighs and urge her to lock her ankles around my waist. "Hold on."