Chapter Fifty-Seven - Westin

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

WESTIN

I get her a glass of cold water and wipe her from head to foot with a warm washcloth while she sips it. Then, I retrieve the plug with my initials engraved on it and kneel on the bed.

She looks up at me, pupils blown.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," I tell her.

Shakily, she obeys. I shift to kneel behind her body and reach up to run my hand down her back. She's beautifully curvy. I run my palm back up and press on her spine until she sinks to her elbows.

"Westin," she whispers.

"Trust me, darling," I say.

She buries her face into the bed, and I bend and run my tongue over her asshole. She interrupted me last time, but I'm going to eat her the way I've fantasized about, licking her until her thighs quiver, then using the tip of my tongue to tease in circles before pushing it in, just a trace.

"Oh fuck," she gasps, voice muffled.

I pull back, drunk, and dip the plug into her soaked cunt before dragging it up to her asshole. Her knuckles go white as I push, working it slowly around and around.

"Bear down for me, darling," I breathe .

She obeys, and it slips into her body. I lick around the plug, tasting traces of her pussy. Then, I move over her until my mouth is by her ear.

"We're going to let that sit for a moment," I say. "Then, I'll help you prep in the bathroom before I fuck your ass."

Her body shudders, but like the obedient slut she is, she nods.

"Does it hurt?" I ask.

She shakes her head, looking back at me through wet lashes.

"No, sir," she whispers. "It feels good. I feel full."

"Good girl," I praise, sliding my hand down her stomach to her clit. She stays still as I play with her, making sure not to touch the most sensitive point. I know she's exhausted. She doesn't have many more orgasms in her, and I want her last to be when I'm inside her ass.

"Tell me you want it," I murmur.

She hiccups, moaning into the bed. I take her hair and pull her face up.

"Go on, darling," I order.

"I want it, sir," she gasps.

"No, say it all."

I pinch her clit, and her hips jump.

"I want you to fuck my ass, sir," she gasps.

"Good girl. Get up and go to the bathroom."

I follow her in, turning on the low light. Even in the dimness, her cheeks burn as I hand her everything she needs and explain briefly what she should do. Then, I bend her over the sink and remove the plug, leaving it on the counter for her to put back in. The door shuts, and I sink down on the edge of the bed.

This is the last part of her I haven't fucked. I could have done it earlier. She was willing, but I want some kind of consummation now that the killing is over. Now it's happening, and I'm honored.

She's letting me have power over her body, to use her so intimately.

I don't deserve this, but I'll never turn it down.

The bathroom light clicks off. The door opens, and she appears, hands tucked behind her back. I beckon her, and she comes to stand between my knees.

"I'm going to restrain you," I say.

She nods, humiliated eyes on mine. "Yes, sir."

I kiss her mouth. "Good girl. Lay on your back."

She crawls onto the bed, flashing the plug in her ass, and settles on her back. I fetch the restraints and attach them to her upper thighs and calves. There's a tension tie between them, so when I pull it tight, her legs are bound, spread and bent at the knee.

Cuffs go around her wrists. Those I tie to the two top posts of the bed with a length of rope.

Her eyes follow me as I work. They're big, and completely submissive.

I retrieve the lube and kneel between her legs. "Are you my pretty slut, darling?"

She nods.

I push one finger deep into her warm cunt. "Words."

"Yes, sir," she gasps. "I'm your pretty slut, sir."

I pull my finger out and stroke her thigh, painting her desire across her skin. Her eyelids flicker. I drag my touch down to the plug and start working it, around and around until her eyes roll back.

"You like your ass played with," I murmur. "You filthy girl."

I ease the plug out. She moans, breasts heaving. Her toes curl on either side of me. Tossing it aside, I douse my two fingers in lube and circle her asshole, stroking the soft skin several times before easing my fingertips into her warmth.

"Oh, fuck!" It comes out of her in a rush.

I push my fingers to the middle knuckle. She's soft, hot, and tight around them. A tear slips from her eye and etches towards her temple. Her pussy contracts, the entrance drenched.

Gently, I finger her, making sure I don't hurt the sensitive muscle gripping me. She's writhing against her bonds. I can tell the feeling is overwhelming. Her lips tremble, but her ass is loosening, ready for me to push inside it .

I pull my fingers free and reach for the lube again. This time, I pour even more into my palm and stroke my cock, getting it soaked. Her eyes meet mine as I kneel over her, dipping my hips down to line my cock up with her asshole.

"Please," she whispers.

"I'll be gentle, darling," I say.

She nods. "I meant please fuck me there, sir."

Jesus Christ, it takes everything I have not to thrust hard. One hand between us to guide me, I grit my teeth and press against her ass. She's relaxed, but I've always been a little too big for her to take.

"Bear down the way you did with the plug, darling," I gasp.

She obeys as I press, and the head of my cock slips into her tight opening. My vision stutters as a little cry slips from her mouth. I bend, catching it on my tongue, easing my hips. The tight ring of muscle strokes down the length of my cock as I push to the hilt.

"God fucking damn it," I gasp. "I love you."

She writhes in response, knuckles white, toes curled. Her body is spread open and restrained under mine. Beautiful, receptive. I kiss her, nipping her soft lower lip.

"Can you take it?"

She nods. "Yes, sir, I can."

I brace myself over my wife and pull out halfway, giving her a smooth stroke back in. She bucks her hips. I give her another thrust, and she moans out loud, letting me know I can pick up the pace. In less than a minute, we're both panting, bodies colliding as the bed slams into the wall.

This is all I've ever wanted: to be hers and for her to be mine.

In the dim light, our eyes lock, and something like magic tingles between us. I dip down, kissing her mouth, consuming her breath, letting her beg for more as I pull back. She puts out her tongue, and I spit on it and lick it off, my hips still working with lazy strokes.

I'll spend the rest of my life trying to find more ways to touch her more deeply. To feel her from the inside. To know her. To love her.

I touch her clit, stroking it softly. She comes in a rush, in a swell. Her head falls back, and in that moment, I have nothing to hold back. My pleasure is a wave that washes over us both and leaves me weak against her body.

"I love you too," she whispers.

I kiss her throat. Then, I get up and pull my cock from her body and unfasten her restraints. She's quiet and pliant in my arms as I carry her to the bathroom. She lets me take off her leather collar before I lift her into the shower naked, save the little gold necklace. I press my lips to her wet hair, my body against hers, our arms wrapped around each other.

I clean her gently, and she cleans me too. I carry her to the bed and tuck her in before disappearing downstairs to get her more water.

On the kitchen table, in the fruit bowl, is an apple.

I stare at it for a long moment before I pick it up and go back upstairs. She offers me a shy smile when I sink down on the edge of the bed. I set the water down and lift the apple to my face.

It smells like summertime, like the day I took her virginity, like something beautiful is just beginning.

I take a bite and put it on her tongue. She closes her lips over it, crushing the crisp fruit between her teeth. Her lashes flutter and close as her breasts heave.

"Now I really do feel married," she whispers.

I have no words. Instead, I bend in and kiss her mouth.

Sweet like Diane.

Sweet like the beginning of forever.

Her eyes are getting so heavy, she can barely hold them up. I set aside the apple core and ease her down, laying her cheek against the pillow. Her lashes flutter, and I stroke my fingers through her hair until they fall against her cheek as her breathing deepens.

She's all worn out. I kiss her temple and ease my body from the bed. In the dark, I leave our bedroom and move down the hall to my old room. It's empty now. A bit of pale moonlight falls across the stripped bed .

Quietly, I lift the mattress and prop it against the wall. The wooden platform stares up at me with all the names I've accumulated in a neat row. Tonight, only one matters.

David Carter.

My jackknife is tucked behind the bedpost. I take it out, flipping it open, and kneel on the edge of the frame.

He hurt her, my darling bride. Now he's gone, and she has her entire future waiting for her with a man who will give her everything. Golden, like the sunrise. The gunslinger did what he does best.

Carefully, I drag the knife over his name, etching it out. Then, I flip the knife closed and set it aside.

I think I'll burn this fucking bedframe. I'm done with it.