42. Reagan

Chapter 42

Reagan

I stand before Penn, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. My heart races with anticipation as I loop the rope around his wrists, binding them tightly behind his back. I’m choosing not to question why there is random rope out here already secured to a tree. It’s not my business, but it serves a purpose. The rough bark of the towering oak tree presses against his broad shoulders as I secure him to its trunk. I know my husband and if I didn’t secure his hands, he would break free, and this would end up as a little game of chase with me being the prey. As much as I love playing that game with him, I suspect I’m going to enjoy this just as much. I’ve thought about doing this so many times, and now that the time is here, I’m nervous. I want to give him the same experience he’s given me, and the fact that he’s willing to let me have complete control is so fucking humbling.

Penn Blackwood does not let anyone have this much control over him, yet here he is at my mercy.

“Comfortable, hubby?” I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm .

“Thrilled,” he replies, flashing me his signature sly grin. “Who taught you to tie a knot? Must be a helluva guy.”

“Oh, he is. You’d love him, Penn,” I retort, stepping back to admire my handiwork. He looks good like this, vulnerable and at my mercy. I can feel the power thrumming through my veins, a plush sensation that I’ve never experienced before. The man in front of me has given me so many new experiences over the months that I’ve known him, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever have the words to express the gratitude I have for him. “He needs to be taught a lesson because he did something very naughty. He knocked me out and married me like some sort of caveman. He needs to know that I can bring him to his knees, too.”

I stroke my hand along Penn’s cheek, and he leans into my touch, scowling. “Okay, okay, enough of the ‘he’ talk. I’m getting jealous. It’s just me. I’m the only one.”

I just grin at my husband, enjoying watching him squirm. When I don’t respond to him, he growls out, “I’ll rip this tree out of the fucking ground, wife. ”

“I don’t doubt that,” I hum in satisfaction. “I suspect there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for me, is there?” I let out a breath because this is something I’ve never had with anyone. I trust him completely and judging by the way he’s stark naked sitting up against a tree and looking at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen in his life, I’d say he trusts me too.

I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to touch him. I planned on torturing him, making him beg me for release, but I need him. I slide my hand down his chest, over his taut abdomen. He hisses, biting his lip, trying not to beg me for what he wants.

I giggle as I move down to my knees and straddle his lap, our bodies pressed together. I can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken with lust, his gaze locked onto mine as the green bleeds out to all amber. With a mischievous smile, I slowly lower myself onto his throbbing cock, but only until just the tip penetrates me.

“As much as I need to feel your cock stretching me, baby, I need to hear you beg me more. Say please, and say it nicely,” I try to keep the desire out of my voice and sound as sultry as I can muster when all I want is to be manhandled right now.

“Fuck, Reagan,” he groans, his head falling back against the tree, revealing the strong column of his throat. I tighten my grip on his shoulders, bracing myself as I begin to move over him, never letting him move more than an inch deeper inside me. It’s like ghosting your fingers over an itch that desperately needs to be scratched.

“Like what you see?” I tease, leaning in close enough that our lips nearly brush against one another. His breath is hot against my skin, making me shake.

“Sit on my dick, baby. Let me fuck you,” he murmurs, his eyes flicking down to where we’re joined, then back up to meet my gaze. He tries to lift his hips, but I’m faster than him, lifting up so he can’t penetrate any deeper. “Watching you take over like this…it’s so fucking hot,” he growls, his voice hoarse like he’s been screaming for a year.

“Good,” I respond, smirking as I increase my pace, but keep my thrusts shallow. “Because I’m just getting started.” There’s something raw and primal about having Penn at my mercy, and it only serves to deepen the bond we share.

“Please,” he gasps and begs all at the same time, his voice strained as he struggles against his restraints, clearly desperate for more. The intensity of his need only spurring me on further.

“Tell me what you want. Be a good boy for me,” I demand, my voice barely more than a whisper as I lean in close, my breath ghosting against his ear. His hips jerk and I grin because my husband loves to be a good boy for me, it seems.

“I want to fuck my wife,” he grunts out, his voice thick with desire, and it’s almost enough to make me give in right then and there.

“Remember this moment, husband,” I order, my voice low and dangerous. And with that, I lower myself onto his throbbing cock, filling me completely and giving us both what we need.

As I pull away, I can see the love and lust burning in his eyes, and I have no doubt that he understands just how deep my feelings run for him.

I rise up slowly, teasing him with the sensation of his hardness sliding against my slick walls. Penn growls with frustration, straining against the ropes, desperate to thrust up into me.

He fills me so perfectly, inch by inch, hitting all the right spots inside me. I roll my hips, grinding against him. Penn lets out a ragged moan.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he pants. “Ride me harder, Reagan. I wanna watch those tits bounce while you use me to get yourself off.”

His dirty words send a thrill through me. I brace my hands on his chest and start to move faster, bouncing up and down on his rigid length. My fingers trail over his chest, tweaking his nipples as he hisses in pleasure and pain. The ropes cut into his wrists with each jerk of his body. Our eyes lock, his burning with lust and a semblance of submission.

“That’s it baby, just like that,” Penn grunts through clenched teeth. “Milk my cock dry, I wanna fill up that tight pussy.”

I can feel his control slipping away, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate beneath me, jerking his hips up to shove himself as far inside me as he can manage. I can tell he’s on the edge, and a wicked thought crosses my mind.

I slow my rhythm until I come to a complete stop. His eyes widen in surprise, dark with longing, as I slide off of him and get on my knees in front of him.

“I know what you need, baby,” I say with a wicked smile, leaning in to run my tongue teasingly up his shaft. Penn’s hips arch forward, but the ropes hold him in place. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut as I continue to tease him.

I circle my tongue around the head of his cock before taking just the tip into my mouth, flicking my tongue against his slit and savoring the salty pre-cum that leaks out. Penn’s breathing becomes ragged, his chest heaving as he tries to control himself.

“Oh, fuck, Reagan,” he moans, gritting his teeth. “More.”

I look up at him, batting my eyelashes innocently before wrapping my lips around him and bobbing my head up and down his shaft. Penn groans louder and thrashes against the ropes that bind him to the tree. He tastes salty and musky, and the knowledge that it’s all for me undoes me. I deep throat him as far as I can go before pulling back up with an audible pop, ensuring he can see every inch of his cock disappear and reappear from my mouth.

“You like that, huh?” I ask, running my tongue along his length before cupping his balls in one hand and massaging them roughly.

“Fuck yes,” Penn groans, his abs flexing with each gasp of air he takes.

I know what Penn Blackwood likes .

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” he groans as I pick up the pace, my head bobbing up and down. I moan around him, the vibrations making him shudder.

I pull back slowly, strings of saliva still connecting my lips to the head of his cock. “You like when I suck this big cock, baby?” I ask hoarsely, my hand pumping up and down his slick shaft.

“Fuck yes,” Penn growls. “Suck it nice and sloppy. Just how I like it.”

I swallow his cock again, taking him as deep as I can. The head hits the back of my throat, and I fight my gag reflex. I want to take all of him. I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, my tongue massaging the thick vein on the underside of his shaft.

“Shit, just like that,” Penn encourages through clenched teeth.

Saliva drips down my chin and his thighs as I worship his cock with my mouth. I’m addicted to the smooth velvety feel of him on my tongue, the musky scent filling my senses.

I feel him swell and pulse. He’s close. I double down, my hands working his shaft as my mouth bobs feverishly.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groans. His body goes rigid, and I feel the first hot spurt hit the back of my throat. I swallow every drop. I continue sucking him through his orgasm, determined to milk every last bit from his perfect cock.

When he finishes, I release him with a pop and lick my lips. His half-hard cock glistens with saliva and residual cum. I can’t resist taking him back in my mouth for a few more sucks, craving the taste of him.

“Damn, baby. No one sucks cock like you,” Penn says, breathless .

I feel powerful knowing I can undo him like this. I climb onto his lap, his spent cock nestled between my thighs. I grind my hips, coating him with my slick arousal. I’m so fucking turned on from sucking him off.

“Did you ever doubt me?” I ask, smirking up at him.

“Hellfire.” He breathes almost reverently, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Now you. I want you to cum,” he pants, “I need to taste you.”

I raise an eyebrow, intrigued by the almost desperate tone in his voice. But I’m not one to make things too easy for him; where’s the fun in that?

“I’ve got something else in mind,” I purr, tracing my fingers along his jaw.

His gaze watches me as I walk over to our discarded clothes and I reach into my jacket pocket, pulling out a pendant with an R engraved on it. He watches intently as I take his lighter from his discarded jeans and ignite the flame.

“Trust me?” I ask, my voice soft but commanding.

“Yeah, baby. I do,” he replies without hesitation, his voice thick with desire. He knows what I’m going to do, and he loves it.

“Good.” I smile wickedly. My fingers tremble slightly as I hold the heated pendant, feeling its warmth against my skin.

“Ready for this, Blackwood?” I tease, my voice dripping with seduction.

“Never been more ready, Mrs. Blackwood,” he replies, his eyes locked on mine. “But don’t you think I forgot. Before this night is over, you’re going to cum for me.”

I press the hot metal onto Penn’s shoulder, watching as his muscles tense beneath my touch. He sucks in a sharp breath, but instead of recoiling, a moan escapes his lips. The pain seems to morph into pleasure, and I can’t help but be captivated by his reaction.

“Fuck, baby...” he gasps, his voice strained yet filled with desire.

“Feeling good?” I ask, leaning closer, my breath hot against his ear.

“God, yes,” he admits, his voice barely a whisper. “Rae, please...” he groans, the urgency in his voice evident. “I need you. I want to make you cum. Untie me.”

I lean in, pressing my lips against his, tongues desperate for each other. I can’t resist murmuring those three words to the only person I’ve ever said them to in a romantic way.

“I love you,” I confess, the raw emotion in my voice making it crack slightly.

His eyes soften with affection. “I love you too. But if you don’t either sit on my face or untie me, I’m going to burn this whole fucking forest to the ground.”

With one final kiss, I break away from his lips and start untying the ropes around his wrists.

“That’s better,” he groans in relief as the last of the rope gives way and he’s free from his restraints.

In an instant, the roles are reversed. Penn scoops me up in his strong arms and carries me over to our pile of clothes before sitting down on them. He pulls me up his body until my pussy is hovering just above his face.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” he says, his voice a low growl as he looks up at me, his heated gaze raking over my body.

“Mm... I know,” I purred. “But it’s so damn worth it to see you like this.” Slowly, I lowered myself onto his face, positioning my aching pussy over his warm, waiting mouth .

Penn dives in, flicking his skilled tongue against my clit in circles that make my toes curl.

I moan out loud as he licks me from entrance to clit and back again, teasing and tormenting me in the best way possible. His hands reach up to cup my ass cheeks, squeezing them roughly as he guides me closer to his face.

He’s like a starving man, licking, sucking, biting. He’s giving me as good as I gave him. He knows my body better than I know it myself, and he wants to drag this out a little while longer.

“Please fuck me. Please make me cum,” I’m asking for anything that I think will make him give in. “I want to feel your hot cum filling me.”

“Fuck,” he growls against my pussy, pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, rocking my hips against his face to increase the pressure. He doesn’t disappoint, sucking harder and swirling his tongue in a way that threatens to make my legs give out.

I moan again, unable to control the sounds spilling from my lips as he slides a finger inside of me while continuing to lick and suck on my pussy. The sensations are too much and not enough all at once. “More,” I demand through gritted teeth, needing more of him inside of me.

He complies without hesitation, adding a second finger as he intensifies the pressure of his tongue on my most sensitive spot.

That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. My legs are shaking and he’s still licking me, lapping up every bit of my cum.

My husband doesn’t give me any time to recover before he flips us, so he’s fully on top of me, pushing my legs back and thrusting into me hard and deep, filling me up in one swift motion. I cry out, my fingers clawing at his sweat-soaked skin.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunts as his hips slam between my thighs, making me spread them even further. “So fucking tight.”

He fucks me fast and hard; my back is digging into the ground, and I can feel bruises already forming.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to feel that pussy milk my cock,” Penn commands.

His words send me over the edge again. My pussy contracts and spasms around his pistoning length. I cry out his name as pleasure crashes over me.

Penn fucks me through every pulse until suddenly he slams deep. I feel his cock throbbing as he spills inside me, filling me up with his cum.

“Let’s get out of these woods,” Penn suggests, his voice still husky from trying to fuck me through the damp earth. “Home. Shower. Bed. I don’t care if you’re tired. You can sleep if you want, but I’m going to fuck my wife for the rest of the night.”

“So romantic.” I roll my eyes as he lifts me up from the ground and squeezes one of my breasts like it’s a squishy squeaker toy.

“I really am, aren’t I?” he says so seriously that I burst out laughing. “You’re actually really lucky to be my wife. I hope you realize that.” This time, he laughs, too.

He helps me get dressed, and then I help him because that’s what the two of us do for one another. I’m buttoning his jeans and he’s just standing there looking down at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen in his entire life. It’s then that he cups my face in his big hand and stops my movements. He’s holding me there, just really looking at me when he says, “I’m the lucky one. I’d cease to exist if I didn’t have you to come home to every single night. The way I got you wasn’t the most…” he trails off.

I rub my hand up his chest, finishing his thought. “Legal?”

He glowers at me when he says, “It doesn’t matter how I got you. The only thing that counts is that you’re mine and I’m keeping you.” He kisses me again and I realize when his hands go to my hips, tugging down the jeans that he just helped me put on.

Penn was not exaggerating when he said he’s going to fuck his wife for the rest of the night.

And he does just that.

I fucking love being Mrs. Blackwood.

What’s a psycho without his hellfire, anyway?