Chapter 104

My dick never went down. It didn’t help that my wife looked fucking gorgeous spread out on our bed with her wrists locked in a set of thigh cuffs that matched her collar and a red silk blindfold tied over her eyes. I stood at the foot of the bed and studied every delectable inch of her body as she waited for me with that little impatient tremble rolling through her. From the taut peaks of her nipples to the wetness clinging to her thighs, it was clear how fucking ready she was for more.

That was the thing about Genevieve: her touch sensitivity was a fucking gift. Sure, it made her life hell on some days, and I hated that for her. But it made fucking her an adventure. Little things riled her up so easily—like the way I trailed my fingertips over her calves lightly. A simple touch could do so much and suspending her there to maximize every orgasm was a challenge I relished.

I took my time, making her wait as I finished getting undressed. The little quiver in her muscles and the way her fingers twisted in the blankets were telltale signs that her patience was being pushed. For every sense I took away, the more she’d struggle to stay patient for me.

“You look so fucking perfect like that, princess. I could fucking devour you just like that,” I said, enjoying her sharp inhale. “Do you like that idea, Genevieve?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Fuck, I loved the little dips and sways she had into shyness when it came to submission and admitting the things she enjoyed. I also loved pushing that shyness to see what I could pull out of her. When she found it, her confidence was fucking sexy as hell.

That thought sparked an idea. I grabbed my pants and pulled out my pocket knife, weighing the heavy metal in my hand as I watched my wife. The sounds she made as she came on the blade had been stuck in my head on repeat.

“Don’t move, princess. I’ll be right fucking back,” I told her and went to the bathroom. I took my time cleaning the handle and ensuring there was no damage to the metal. If I planned to test that she’d let me fuck her with it, I wasn’t about to hurt her while I did it. Honestly, my dumbass should’ve done that the first time, but the heat of the moment got away from me. I wasn’t about to let that fucking happen again. When I returned to the bedroom, I set the open knife on her stomach. She stilled at the weight. “Do you know what that is?”

“Your knife?” she replied quietly.

“Yes, it is.” I crawled over her body, kissing my way up her sternum and running my tongue along her neck. “Do you trust me to use it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said without hesitation.

“That’s my sinful princess,” I murmured against her skin. I inhaled deeply, drowning in cinnamon sugar and spice. “I won’t draw blood, but I do want to see how your body reacts to my blade. And I will fuck you with the handle by the time I’m done. Tell me if you want me to stop, Genevieve, and I will.”

It was new territory for both of us. While just the thought of it made my dick painfully harder, I wasn’t fucking around with it either. Not where my wife was concerned.

I ran my tongue up her neck and grazed the curve of her ear with my teeth. She moaned, and her head tilted back for me. My fingertips skated down her chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I went for my knife. I pressed the tip lightly into her stomach and watched as her muscles contracted in anticipation. I dragged the blade up her chest, careful to only scrape and not cut her.

As I traced the curve of her left breast, I teased the nipple of the other with my teeth—tugging on her piercing. That drawn-out groan it pulled out of her was fucking intoxicating.

“Do you like that, princess?” I asked, flicking my tongue along the curved barbell.

“Harder, please,” Genevieve said breathlessly. Her back arched upward, her body squirming underneath me. “Sir.”

I smirked at the afterthought. At least she was trying. I had a feeling she was a little too lost to pay attention. Switching sides, I pressed down with the knife. Her moans grew louder at the sensation.

“Just listen to you,” I continued and tugged on her piercing a little harder. “So goddamn sexy, princess. I could listen to you all day.”

I made my way down her body, scraping the tip of my blade over her skin in spiraling trails of raised scratch marks. She was loud and uninhibited as her fingers clawed at the sheets. Her hips writhed against my weight, and I recognized her desperate little movements.

“Do you need to be touched, Genevieve?” I sank my teeth into her thigh. “Will you come all over the handle of my knife, my sinful, perfect fucking princess?”

“Please, Sir,” she begged, panting as she squirmed.

“No holding back for these next three orgasms, baby girl,” I ordered and flipped the blade of my knife shut. “I want you to let yourself feel every fucking thing the way you need to.”

Her attempt to respond fell apart in a strangled cry as I ran my tongue through her wetness and nipped at her piercing. I traced her clit with my tongue as I set the handle of my knife at her entrance. I watched her every fucking movement closely while I slowly pressed my knife inside her. Despite how I tried to give her body time to acclimate, Genevieve was lost in the sensations. Her hips rose off the bed and pushed it deeper inside her body.

“Oh, God.” She gasped, her breath hitching in her throat.

I remained silent and observant—and fucking hard as hell—as I lavished her clit with my tongue and meticulously fucked my wife with the knife’s handle. Jesus fuck, she was a sight to take in—completely engrossed in feeling everything. It was damn near enough to break a man’s resolve.

I tracked her sounds, her movements, and her body. She was so goddamn close.

“Come on, princess,” I coaxed. Reaching out, I laced my fingers through hers, giving her something to cling to as I picked up the pace. That little change was everything she needed to come on my knife. “There’s my good girl. That’s one. Two more to go before I fill your sweet pussy with my cock.”

Her body shuddered and her hips followed me as I withdrew the knife. Tossing it aside, I didn’t leave her wanting for more than a few fucking seconds as I repositioned between her legs. Her grip on my hand was damn near finger-breaking—more so than usual.

“Tell me where you are, Genevieve,” I ordered gently.

“Green,” she replied with a tremble in her voice.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” With new things, I liked to double-check.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Keep taking, princess. Don’t fucking ask.”

That was a fucking concept she struggled with probably more than anything else.I buried my face between her thighs, breathing her in deep and letting her scent fill every fucking part of me. Her grip on my hand tightened—the tiniest little demand she could fucking muster, impatient as always.

I took my time with her, coaxing out every moan, cry, and incomprehensible sound I could using just my tongue until she came again for me with my name on her lips. Her legs trembled while I rubbed her thigh gently, and her chest heaved rapidly with her panting.

“That’s two, princess,” I told her. I probably should’ve given her time to come down some to draw each orgasm out, but I didn’t. Instead, I dipped two fingers inside of her. I twisted and stretched them in a way I knew would affect the plug in her ass while I kept my attention on her clit—sucking, nipping, and licking. Everything I did was with precision, guaranteed to drag her from one orgasm right into the next.

“Oh!” Genevieve gasped. Back arching and chest heaving, her heels dug into my back. Her muscles pulsated around my fingers as she came all over again in a rush of heat that spilled onto my hand.

“That’s my fucking girl,” I praised as I cleaned her up in slow licks. She whimpered and twitched, extra sensitive to my tongue. I watched her closely for signs she couldn’t take anymore. If I had to stop, I would. However, as her breathing calmed, her hips rose more eagerly against my mouth. Fuck, my wife was eager perfection. I bit her thigh hard and enjoyed the little gasp she let out. “That’s three, princess.”

Moving fast, I grabbed her around the waist and flipped her on her stomach while she let out a yelp from surprise.

“Fuck, this ass,” I said as I smoothed my hands over her back and adjusted her hips. I pressed my thumb over the plug. She buried her face in the sheets, groaning. Reaching down, I yanked her head to the side and held her there. “Don’t fucking hide from me, princess. I want to hear every goddamn sound you make, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“Good girl.” With one thrust, I filled her, groaning as her pussy clenched tight around my dick. I pushed her hips down onto the bed. From this angle, every thrust would push against the plug to double up on the fullness as I fucked her. I curled my hand around the back of her neck, holding tight, and dipped down to kiss her shoulder. Her hips wiggled as she pushed back against me, and I chuckled. “Always so fucking desperate, baby girl. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me, Genevieve,” I began and flexed my hips, reveling in the moan she let out, “do you want me to fuck you or do you need me to?”

“Need you to, Sir.” My fingers dug into her skin as she tried to wiggle back further. Her muscles spasmed, grasping my dick tighter, and I bit back a groan. Jesus fuck, she was already heading toward another orgasm. “Please, Sir.”

She didn’t have to ask twice—never would. I drove into her, letting the heat and wetness of her pussy consume me and tempt my control. I didn’t bother with going slow. I knew she didn’t want it, and I sure as fuck didn’t want it. Her loud cries and moans fueled the frenzy as the pulses of her muscles increased until her pussy had a vice grip on my dick.

“Jesus fuck,” I grit out. Pinning her down, my fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The pain of it was enough to send her spiraling with a scream. “That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”

Whatever words she tried to say were lost in a euphoric groan as I reached under her and sought out her clit, pinching her piercing hard. Teeth hard in her skin, fingers rubbing fast on her clit, and my pace relentless.

“Keep going, princess,” I whispered against her skin. “I want it all. Make a mess of my fucking dick, baby girl.”

Molten heat held my spine hostage as my release chased up on me. I thrust faster and harder, driving her down into the bed while my hold on her was unforgiving. I tampered down on my control, keeping it at bay as best I could, but I was racing up to the point of no return.

“I need you to fucking come for me, princess.” To help her along, I snaked a hand around her neck and closed it tight. Cutting off her airways was the catalyst that did her in. Her body shuddered under me, and her pussy held my dick in a fucking death grip as she shattered for me.

I was on fire, my muscles taut as I went with her. One, two, three more thrusts, and I fucking lost control, burying myself as deep inside her as I could, my dick jerking as I came hard.

My head fell to her shoulder with a quiet groan. Her rapid breathing matched mine. I slid my hand out from under her and undid the cuff around one hand, bringing her fingers to my lips.

“Tell me where you’re at, Genevieve,” I asked quietly. A satisfied giggle was my only response. “Are you okay?”

“Very,” she whispered. Turning, I pressed feather-light kisses to her cheek, doting on her as I let my body regulate. I needed a moment before I started our aftercare routine. Her hand slipped from mine and threaded through my hair, offering the same comfort I gave her.