Chapter 42

42

Knox

Her pupils dilate, she looks up at me with those big brown eyes, and my heart stutters in my chest. The trust in them, the lust, the way she pants with her mouth open—all of it turns my groin to steel. I sense the need in her to please me, and it turns me on so much. That she stood up to me in front of my employees pleases me. She can go toe-to-toe with me when I'm wrong, and I like it. Only she can keep me in check... And I grant her that power. Only her.

She's stronger than I want to believe. Stronger than I've let myself believe. She's proven herself again, and that gives me the freedom to be myself. To let lose my propensities, my tendencies, my kinks, knowing she can take it. I don't want to stop myself. I don't want to pull away from her anymore. I can be me. That's the gift she's given me and now, I need to reward her. I may have started out chasing her and wanting to punish her but really, what I want to do is reward her for giving me the gift of freedom.

I tighten my grip on her hair, just enough to hold her in place without hurting her. Then I thrust forward and slide my cock inside her mouth. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Spittle drips from her mouth. She digs her fingers into my thigh but doesn't tap out. Her eyes grow impossibly large. Then she brings her free hand to my other thigh and grips it. I pull out and allow her to take a few deep breaths before she opens her mouth again. I punch my hips forward and my cock slides in between her teeth. This time, she takes me down her throat. She swallows, and the sucking motions sends a spurt of heat down to my feet and back up to my balls.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful." I take in the tears that slide down her cheeks. Her mascara leaves a trail. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair has long since come free from where she piled it on top of her head. She's falling apart, and I love the look. I adore the desire in her eyes. The longing in her gaze. The ardor in the way she tips up her chin so my dick slips further down. She gags, and this time, my balls draw up. Fuck. I pull out until I'm balanced on the rim of her mouth, then once again, I punch forward.

This time, I wrap my fingers around her throat, and the sensation of my shaft gliding down the column is too much. My balls draw up. "I'm coming." I empty myself with a low groan. My cum slides down her throat. When I pull out, a few drops cling to the corners of her mouth. I scoop them up and slip my fingers into her mouth. And when she licks them off, heat squeezes my groin again. I feel myself beginning to harden.

I grasp her under her armpits and coax her to her feet. And she looks so adorable, with the craving in her eyes and her mussed-up makeup and swollen lips. I close my mouth over hers. The taste of my cum combined with that of her lips forms an aphrodisiac; the kind I'll never be able to savor anywhere else.

"You're gorgeous," I whisper.

"Because I let you fuck my mouth?" Her voice is hoarse, her tone sassy, and when I look back, I'll know this is when I fell in love with her all over again.

"Please, don't stop," she gasps. "Please, Sir, use me any way you want. I'm your fuck toy. Your slut. Your whore. Just as long as you continue taking my holes anyway you want. That's all I want, Sir. To make you happy. "

Pleasure flushes my chest. "Your words please me. I take it you want to be rewarded again, hmm?"

Color blooms on her cheeks. She draws in a sharp breath then lowers her chin, in a subservient gesture. "Are you flirting with me?" She lowers her gaze, and desire turns my balls to cannonballs. She's killing me, this woman. And I'm playing into her hands by upping my dominance, but it pleases me to please her, so I grant her her wish.

"Don't sass me." I slide my hands around her butt-cheeks and squeeze. She yelps.

"Remember our conversation on our wedding night?"

She glances at me from under her eyelids, and her gaze grows wary. I see the knowledge dawn, then then spark of alarm that ignites in her eyes.

"Exactly—" I smirk. "I'm going to take your other virgin hole, baby. But because I'm not completely heartless I'm going to use lube."

"And if I don't want you to?" She swallows. "What if I want you to take me as I am, the way you want to?"

My heart stutters in my chest. My thighs turn into columns of iron. As for my cock, the motherfucker is erect and so hard, I have to widen my stance to accommodate the girth.

"Are you sure, baby?"

She nods.

"It's going to hurt," I warn.

"I... I want it to." She looks at me with pleading in her eyes.

"I'm not sure if that's wise."

She frowns. "Why is that? Talk to me, Sir. Tell me what you're thinking."

The old me would have retreated back into my mind and refused to share my innermost thoughts. But I love her. She's, my wife. And if she's going to share my life, if I want to continue to have her as my submissive, it's important we communicate. And that goes both ways. I cup her cheek. "The last time, I thought you were ready for the full effect of my perversions, but I ended up hurting you."

"You mean the fact that I was sore when you took me that second time on our wedding night, and then I was uncomfortable all day the next day? That's why you cut our trip short and returned to London, right? "

I stiffen. She realized why I pulled back? She's more astute than I gave her credit for.

"And I wanted my husband to make love to me again. I knew I could weather the pain. Just as I know I can take whatever you choose to give me. Can't you see I seek the hurt you inflict on me? It fulfills my desire to be dominated. Giving you the power to hurt me physically is a way of expressing my dedication to you. When you hurt me, it arouses me. It makes me feel warm inside. It makes me feel like I belong to you. Like you've accepted me. Like I'm yours and you'll handle me as you please." She studies my face intently. "You should realize, I know my mind."

I nod. "And you should realize that it's my job to draw the limits. It's my role to protect you from everyone, including yourself. To protect you from reaching too far and taking on more than you can bear. You've placed your trust in me. I don't take that lightly."

"I love you, Sir." She tips up her chin and stares into my eyes. "And I know you know what's best for me. But you must know that I want to please you so much. And I know you'll be careful. I know you'll do your best to not take your responsibility lightly. I know that"—she reaches up and places her hand on where mine is flattened against her cheek—"you'll do everything to give me the orgasm I deserve."

I chuckle. She's so damn quick, thinking on her feet. She knows exactly what to say to defuse the tension and make me feel secure in my dominance. She knows me better than anyone else. And I... want to reward her for being so open to new experiences. My gut says she's ready for this. And it's my duty to ensure she not only enjoys this, but also has the most resounding orgasm ever.

"I'm going to make sure this is as pleasurable as I can make it—" She begins to speak but I shake my head. To my gratification, she stops speaking and trains those big brown eyes on me. "No matter what precautions I take, it will hurt a little, and while you crave the pain, as your master, it's up to me to decide on the threshold you can bear. And I'll tell you this much. I'm going to ensure the payoff will blow your mind. I'll make sure you have the most monstrous orgasm ever."

She parts her lips, and when her breathing grows choppy, I know she's ready for this.

"I'm going to make sure you're as prepared as I can get you to be. "

I kiss her again, and she melts into me. I massage her gorgeous butt cheeks and pull her even closer, then unhook the back of her skirt. I lower the zipper and ease it down her hips, along with her panties. The clothes fall around her ankles. I lift her clear and place her on the table. I leave her heels on. I want to feel the stilettos dig into my back as I take her.

Then, I flatten my palm between her breasts and apply pressure. She lays back. I lift up her legs and fold them at the knee, balancing her stiletto clad feet at the edge of the table. When I stare down between her legs, she quivers.

"Knox," she whines.

"You're fucking soaked, baby." I indulge myself by staring at the streaks of moisture that glisten on her inner thighs. She's wet, but I can make her wetter to ensure this is as enjoyable for her as I can make it.

I pull up a chair and lower myself onto it, then I grip her thighs and bring her closer. And when I bend and lick my way up her pussy lips she cries out, "Oh, my Knox!"

"That's right, baby." I eat up her pussy like, a man who was sentenced to a life of eternal hunger, despair, and loneliness, only to discover this sumptuous feast waiting for him. I slurp on her cunt like it's more succulent than any Michelin-starred dish I've ever tasted. Like it's made to order to fill the emptiness inside of me. I taste her like she's my very own starter, main course, and dessert rolled into one.

She writhes and tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. And when she digs her fingers into my hair and tugs on it, I revel in the pinpricks of pain chasing down my spine. My cock thickens further; my chest hurts. I want this woman so, so much. I lick around the rim of her slit and when I finally thrust inside, in the imitation of how I want to take her forbidden hole, she gasps.

I release my hold on her long enough to bring my hand down to her swollen clit. I pluck on it while I continue to stab my tongue inside her opening, and she moans and whimpers. When she pushes up against my mouth and tries to ride my tongue, I know she's ready. I rub the heel of my hand against her cunt and twist my tongue inside her melting hole. And when I slide my fingers down to her back hole, her entire body jolts.

Her back curves, her pussy squeezes down around my tongue, and she climaxes. She makes a strangled sound as she comes around my mouth. I lap up her cum, then scoop up the moisture and trail it down the cleavage between her butt cheeks to smear it around the rosette there.

"Knox, oh, Knox." She shudders as the aftershocks jolt through her. Her thighs tremble, the tension in her body bleeds away, and when I raise my head, it's to find her features relaxed.

I raise my fingers, spit on them, then slide two of them inside her back hole. They slip in easily. And when I breach the tight ring of muscle, a low whine emerges from her.

"That feels...better than I thought it would," she admits.

"Good Girl." Her tight channel squeezes around my knuckles. I wait there, allowing her to adjust to the size, then work in a third finger.

Her legs fall apart, allowing me further entry. "Oh my… Knox," she whines.

"That's right, baby, say my name again."

"Knox," she gasps as I manage to fit in a fourth finger into her tiny backside. Sparks of pleasure shudder up my arm. My cock extends. I am so fucking aroused, I have to take a breath and absorb the sensations coursing through my veins.

I curl my fingers inside her, and her entire body arches. "Oh…oh! That feels so—" she cries out as she comes. Throws up her hand, and I grip it. I clasp my fingers with hers as she holds on, as if I'm tethering her to this earth. When her eyelids finally flutter open, she looks at me with a dazed expression. "Was that… Did I?—"

"That was hot, baby."

Her cheeks color. "I didn't think you could come from?—"

"My fingers in your arse?" I smirk.

Her cheeks redden even more. "That sounds so dirty, and I shouldn't be turned on. I should not find this so arousing." She releases my hand and throws her arm over her eyes. "I'm so mortified."

I reach over and pull her arm away from her face. "Don't be. You're exquisite, you hear me? And you have no idea how incredible it feels to know I'm your first, in every way." I pull out my fingers, then reach over and pull a wet wipe from one of the packs scattered around the table. I wipe my fingers, toss it aside, then fit my cock to her forbidden hole. "Ready, baby?"