Chapter Fifty-Five - Westin

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE

WESTIN

I see her plan. My cock is so hard under my sweatpants, I wonder how long I can wait.

The door creaks open, and I'm speechless.

She's beautiful, maybe even more so than when she walked up the aisle, because this is all for me. Her golden hair falls in soft waves around her face. Her mouth is pale pink, her lashes heavy and dark. And she made herself a slip and panties out of the fabric I bought her at the general store.

"Come here," I say.

She comes, hands tucked behind her back, her big, dark eyes fix on mine. I lift her hand, glittering with my rings. I touch her throat where she's collared.

My girl. This is my girl.

"Sir," she whispers.

"Darling?"

"I'd like you to do whatever you like," she whispers. "I have my safeword."

"I plan on it. "

She gasps as I turn her around, pulling her back against my body. I slide my hand down and into her ruffled panties, finding her naked pussy and playing with the silky arousal gathered on it.

"Are you wet for me?" I breathe.

Her head lolls. "Yes, sir."

"Tell me."

"I'm so wet for you, sir," she gasps as my fingers cup her sex.

I'm still high on the adrenaline of killing David and the others. My baser instincts are at the forefront. It has taken everything I have to be civilized so far, but that shuts off as she arches her back and pushes her perfectly round ass against me, begging for it.

I want her to come. I want to drown in her pussy.

"Go sit on the bed," I order.

She obeys, crossing her ankles. Her eyes follow me as I leave the room, and they widen when I return with a padded chair with wooden arms. I put it at the end of the bed, facing the fireplace.

"Take your panties down," I say firmly.

She doesn't hesitate. Her hips wriggle as she hooks her thumbs in them, and they fall around her ankles.

"Sit," I order.

She does as she's told. I lift her and arrange her body so she's sitting on her heels. I take the handcuffs from the dresser and fasten her wrists to the arms of the chair. She shudders when the collar goes around her throat, the soft silk and her new name resting against her skin.

She stays quiet, watching me with wide eyes.

I go into the closet and pull the bottom drawer in the cabinet out. She hasn't found these toys yet, which is probably for the best. I spill the bag out onto the bed and pick up a little leather harness.

"This fits over your hips," I say, kneeling before her.

Her brow creases, but she doesn't protest. I slide the delicate straps over her ass. Then, I press a curved vibrator inside her pussy and settle the flattened upper end over her clit. It clips into the harness tightly enough that she can't wriggle it off.

Her lips part. Her big eyes follow mine as I go to the dresser .

"Where did the whiskey come from?" I ask.

"Wedding gift," she says softly.

I pour a glass, neat, and turn to face her. The air crackles. I flick the remote in my pants pocket on low and have a sip of whiskey. It's very good.

She moans softly, body shuddering. Her lashes flutter.

I turn it up, and her eyes roll. She's soaked; I felt it when she was in my lap. It doesn't take long for her first orgasm to roll through. Her breasts heave as it ebbs, and her eyes open, big and desperate.

"Sir," she gasps.

"You're alright, darling," I say gently. "Be a good girl and have another."

Her hips jerk, and her hands fist as I turn the vibrator a notch higher. I take a slow sip of whiskey, rolling it on my tongue.

Her eyes flutter shut.

"No. Eyes on me while you come," I order.

Her soft brown eyes snap open and fix on me.

"I can't hold it back, sir," she whimpers.

"Don't then," I say, taking a step closer.

Her spine goes stiff. Her body shakes, and her soft, golden waves fall over her bare shoulders. My eyes fall to her cleavage, swelling over her bodice. God, she's so beautiful, it's hard to believe she's real.

Her head falls back. Her body shakes.

My cock throbs, desperate to be inside her, but the rest of me wants to savor this, to torture her until she's so pleasured and spent, all she can do is whimper.

"Sir, I can't," she gasps.

I turn off the vibrator before I cross the room and crouch, looking up into her face. "What are you, Diane?" I ask.

I feel myself slipping deep into our dynamic. She's already there, big eyes glassy.

"I don't know, sir," she gasps.

"You're a toy," I say flatly. "For me to play with."

Her lips tremble .

"Say it," I order, tapping my finger on the edge of the glass. "Repeat what I said. All of it."

I rise, towering over her, and tilt her chin up. Her eyes are wet, her mouth swollen from being bitten.

"I'm a toy for you to play with," she whispers, face flushing.

I grip her chin. "Good toys shut their little mouths and do as they're told. If I want you to come until you pass out, you will. Understood?"

Her throat bobs. "Yes, sir."

My thumb plays with her lower lip. "What are you good for?"

"Taking your cock, sir," she whispers.

"Good girl," I praise. "You're all for me. Your mouth, your pussy, your ass… I haven't fucked you there yet. I think I will tonight."

Her lips part to protest, and I push my thumb between them, choking her briefly. Then, I withdraw and turn the vibrator back on, flipping it to the highest setting.

Her body twists. Her knuckles are white, straining against her bonds. I rise, ignoring her, and go back to the bed where I left the toys. She moans, whimpering and panting. I take a thin silver chain with two clamps on either end and return to the chair.

"Open your fucking mouth," I say.

She obeys, lips shaking. Tears etch down her cheeks, dragging her makeup in gray streaks. I push two fingers into her soft, wet mouth.

"Suck while you come," I order.

Her eyes roll back, and she moans around my fingers. Her body shudders and seizes as another orgasm rips through it. I pull my hand back and glance down between her thighs, but the chair is dry. Setting aside my glass, I loll her head back and tug her slip down to expose her breasts.

"Sir," she gasps.

Her breasts are tight and flushed, her nipples hard. Working quickly, I fasten the clamps on them. The tips flush dark pink, and she twists against the sensation.

She's such a beautiful whore. Perfect, wet, hungry to be used .

I lick over the clamps, sucking on her pinched nipples, one after the other. She moans like she's broken. I stand and take a step back, picking up my glass.

"I want two more orgasms, fucktoy," I say, voice hard. "Then you get a break from the vibrator."

Her eyes widen. I turn the vibrator back on and sink into the armchair by the fireplace to watch. She's so beautiful, my wife—soft body bound to the chair, hair falling down her back, a trickle of sweat between her breasts as she strains against her bonds.

I could fuck her every day and never feel like I've had enough.

She comes again, crying out in desperation as her orgasms hit her, one after the other. I stand, heart pounding, and drain my glass. She peels her eyes open as I stand over her, reaching between her legs to remove the harness.

"Oh God," she gasps as the vibrator slips from her body.

I don't speak. Eyes glued to her ruined face, I put my middle and ring fingers into my wife's tight little cunt. She sobs, tears slipping fast down her cheeks.

But she doesn't safeword me.

Her pussy is tight and soaked around me. Entranced, I rub my fingers over her inner muscles until I find it, that swollen place I know she wants to release. Our eyes meet, hers desperate, mine hard and empty.

"One more," I say firmly.

"I don't know, sir," she whimpers, shaking her head.

"One more for me, baby girl," I say softly. "This time, let go of everything. Alright?"

She sniffs. "Yes, sir."

Her voice is fragile. She's hanging on by a thread. I take a sip from my glass with one hand, and with the other, I stroke where it hurts, where she needs to come. Her lips tremble, her thighs shiver .

"I can feel…it, sir," she whispers. "You…touching me, inside."

"I know, baby. I know you feel it," I urge. "Let your hips relax...like that. Good girl."

She gasps, breasts heaving, making the chain rattle. I slide my thumb up and rub her clit back and forth.

"Fuck," she moans.

"One more, darling," I urge. "Just give me one more."

Her hips tighten and relax, ebbing with the wave of impending orgasm. I see it like a storm in the spring, soft, smelling faintly of arousal and her sweet, flowery perfume.

I dig my fingers deeper like she's ripe fruit. I need to get to her center.

My cock is so hard it aches. It's hot and heavy, so sensitive, I feel every little movement.

I need her to come.

Then, she does, unwinding as it hits her from head to toe. I drain the glass as her pussy tightens. My eyes fall to my wet knuckles, to the wasted arousal soaking the chair.

Such a waste.

She's so sweet, I could drink her neat.

Her head falls back as she comes so hard, she stops breathing. It's distracting enough that she doesn't see me slip the crystal glass between her thighs. She doesn't know she releases in a short gush that fills it a third of the way. My brain buzzes. My entire body tingles.

My head is empty.

She collapses, only held up by the cuffs. I rise, taking the glass and bolting the first half, letting the taste of my wife spread over my tongue, drip down my throat, course through my veins.

My hands wind in her hair at the nape of her neck. Her lips part, and I drain the rest of the glass. Her eyes flash as it disappears into my mouth. Realization dawns on her, but she doesn't stop.

She doesn't safeword me.

I set the glass aside, take her jaw in my hand to part her lips, and spit her into her own mouth. Our eyes lock. She knows what I did. Then, her throat bobs, and she swallows everything I gave her.

"Fuck, darling," I say. "That's my good girl. "

She moans in response—it's all she has left. I unfasten the cuffs and lift her, tossing her gently to the bed. Her body softens, her thighs spreading. I push the toys off the side and tug her slip down until she's naked except for the clamps on her nipples and that silk garter.

I drag my mouth over her belly. My cock throbs against my lower abs.

"You're being such a good girl," I murmur. "But I want to make sure you keep behaving. I made you feel good, so now it's time to remind you you're mine."