Chapter 50

50

Knox

Her cheeks flush, and she flicks a glance toward the couple who live on the grounds and keep this place in working condition all year around. They smile at both of us, not put out at all by my affectionate display. I messaged ahead to let them know I'd be bringing my wife with me.

"This is Earnest and Agatha the caretakers and this is my wife June," I introduce them.

"Welcome back, Mr. Davenport. A pleasure Mrs. Davenport." Earnest nods. "I'll get the bags."

"Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Davenport." Agatha holds out her hand.

"It's June," my wife protests in her sweet voice.

Amy's features soften. "June." She nods.

"Lovely to you meet you too." My wife squeezes her hand then releases it.

"We are so happy to see the both of you," Agatha turns to me. "The place is ready for you. The fridge and the pantry are stocked. We've ensured you'll have the supplies you requested."

"Thanks, Agatha."

I walk past her and follow Earnest, who's gone ahead with the bags.

The Cumbria home was inherited by Arthur from his grandfather. He never used it, but my grandmother loved it. She came here often with her children, my father, and his brothers. Probably to get away from Arthur's overbearing presence, is my personal theory about that. After her death, it wasn't used much. Until I needed a place to recuperate. Now, I carry my wife over the threshold and into the grand hallway.

"Wow," She takes in the branching staircase that sweeps up to divide into two on the second floor. High above us, the stained glass set into the roof of the house lets in jeweled hues of sunlight. In the center of the space is a table with a vase in which blue and pink flowers are arranged.

"Those flowers— They're forget-me-nots and dahlias. The same flowers I had in my wedding bouquet." She looks up at me. "You had this done for me?"

I take in her gorgeous, precious features. "I'll do anything for you, wife; you know that don't you?"

She sniffs. "You're spoiling me."

"I'm giving you everything you deserve, baby." I bend and kiss her forehead. And when she tips up her chin, I oblige her with a kiss. A meeting of lips and tongue and breath sweeps through me, turning my heart to putty and my cock to titanium. I soften the kiss and pull back.

She pouts. "I want more."

"That was a husband's kiss. But you'll have to earn your Master's, baby."

"Oh." Her breathing grows choppy. Her pupils dilate. "What do you want me to do, Sir?"

My pulse rate accelerates. The blood pumps in my veins. The need radiates out from my groin and entwines with the love in my chest. "Everything, sweet girl. I want you to do everything."

She swallows. "Please, show me how to please you, Sir."

"So eager, hmm?" I allow my lips to twitch.

She nods. "I'll do anything you want, Sir. Anything."

I allow myself a small smile. "Such a willing little slut you are, wife."

"I am." She reaches up and winds her hand around my neck. "I revel in being your slut. I love being your wife. I love you so much, Sir. "

"I love you, wife." I press another kiss to her lips, sweet, tender, and so soft. Her lips, her curves, the way she melts into me and parts her mouth so I can sweep my tongue inside and drink of her taste causes goosebumps to pop on my skin. My cock stabs into the crotch of my pants, eager to be released… But not yet. I pull back and press my forehead into hers. "You drive me crazy."

"I'm glad, Sir," she says shyly.

I stare into her eyes and find myself being drawn into the love I see shining there. "I don't deserve you. I'm going to do everything in my power to always keep you happy, darling. Your smile means everything to me."

"And my tears?" She tips up her chin.

"Your tears mean even more."

She shudders, then pushes her chest into mine so I can feel the outline of her breasts and her hardened nipples. "They're yours, Sir. Everything I am is for you."

I hold her close, then take the stairs two at a time. When I reach the landing, I turn toward the end of the corridor. The double doors to our bedroom are open and I walk through it.

Earnest, who's placed our bags inside the closet, turns and walks back toward us. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. & Mrs. Davenport." He smiles, then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

I reach the large floor-to-ceiling windows and lower her to her feet. Together we glance out at the view. The place is on a cliff which gives way to a golden strip of beach. Beyond that is the sea.

"Whoa"—she leans forward and takes in the scene—"this is incredible."

"You can see the beach on this side, and if you walk to the other side, you can see the national park."

"It's amazing!" She looks up at me, her eyes wide with anticipation.

I wrap my arm about her waist and pull her close. "What do you want to see first?"

"I want to explore the beach, and then the park, but—" She looks at the scenery over her shoulder, then back at me. "Would it be greedy if I said that, first, I want to explore how I can serve my master?"

My thigh muscles bunch. The blood pumping in my veins threatens to drown out every other voice of reason that I try to follow, telling me that I need to take it slow. That I needed to romance her, court her, make this experience beautiful for her, and it will be. Unbelievably beautiful. But the need to be her master in this moment outweighs everything else. To please her. To bring her so much pain, and even more pleasure, so she'll never forget this evening. To have her here in a place that means so much to me, when she herself means more than the world, is the biggest gift I could ever receive.

"Are you sure about this?" I cup her cheek. "I thought you'd wanted to be romanced first."

"I do." She smiles a secret feminine smile that sends a flame of lust shooting up my spine. "I want to be romanced in a way a submissive is by her Sir. By her master. By the one person in the world who gets her need for every filthy depraved thing that he can do to her. To have you, the man I love and trust most in the world, also take me to the dark side. To have you touch that part of me that wants to be owned and made to bend. To have you push me to the edge of my limitations, to reveal that part of me I can only share with you, is the greatest gift you can give me, husband."