Grabbing the next piece of rope, I sit next to her left leg and begin doing a simple column tie around her ankle. Then I push her ankle up to her thigh and wrap it around them several times, securing them together. Making it impossible for her to stretch out her leg. I make sure not to wrap the rope too high to where it can slip over her knee.
Once the other is done, I stand at the foot of the bed and look down at her. Her chest and stomach are exposed to me, both ankles tied to her thighs, keeping her legs bent. Leaning over, I grab the excess rope from her left leg and pull it to the left bedpost of the footboard. I do the same with the other, forcing her legs wide open.
“Please,” she whispers.
I kneel at the foot of the bed, lifting her head off the sheet, and gently pull her hair out from underneath her to drape over the edge. “Please what, little darling?” I ask, watching the way her chest heaves as she breathes.
“I … I can’t …” She closes her eyes.
“Can’t what?” I reach out and massage her breast, which grants me a moan. “Can’t move?” I take a wild guess at the way her body fights the rope. “That’s the point, Lake.”
A soft whimper escapes her parted lips, and my cock is so fucking hard for her. Ready to teach my wife a lesson.
“For you to be at my mercy. For me to have my way with you.” Standing up, I get back onto the bed and position myself between her legs. I run my hands up her inner thighs, and she arches her back, letting out a frustrated sigh.
I unzip my slacks and grab my hard dick. Not even bothering with foreplay, I lean forward and push the head of my cock into her. “You’re so wet, Lake. So needy.”
“Fuck.” The word is barely a whisper as she arches her neck back.
I lean over her, pushing in deeper while my hands slide up her body. I hover my weight over her while my hands tangle in her hair, and I lower my lips to her neck. “How’s that feel, little darling?” I pull out and slam into her, knowing every thrust I make also reminds her of the plug in her ass.
“So … good,” she breathes.
Her pussy tightens on my cock, and I sink my teeth into her neck before sucking on it. Pulling away, I see the hickey that I just left and smile. If she’s going to act like she’s single, then I’ll show the world she’s taken.
It’s that simple.
The thought of a man even thinking he can have her has me picking up my pace. I slam into her, turning her moans into gasps and whimpers. “Tell me, Lake.” I shove forward, knowing it’s pulling the ropes on her wrists. I want the rope burns to be reminders too. “Who do you belong to?”
“Y-ou,” she cries out.
“And who the fuck am I?” I growl, my hands fisting her hair tighter.
“My husband,” she whimpers, her soaked cunt gripping my cock.
“Goddamn right, I am.” I grunt. “Remember what I said I’d do to you if you let another man touch you?”
“I’m … sorry.” She takes in a deep breath. “Please, don’t stop.”
“You like when I use your cunt, little darling? When I make you my whore?”
Her lips are parted, her eyes growing heavy. She’s close to coming all over my cock. “Fuuuucckkkk,” her perfectly pouty lips say.
I smile, knowing she’s right there. Pulling out, I grab my dick and come all over her stomach. She growls, knowing she isn’t going to get off.
Picking up the toy that I had put out, I run it through the cum, making sure to coat it well, and then I rub it along her cunt, gently sliding it into her.
“Tyson … what …?” She raises her head to watch me. Her soaked pussy sucks it in, begging for more. “Please?” She sags against the bed.
I get off the bed and walk over to the footboard, kneeling once again.
Her pretty eyes look up at me and through her long lashes, they’re swimming in tears. Frustrated and probably still mad. She’s going to hate me by the time I’m done with her.
“Open your mouth,” I order.
Her eyes narrow, and her jaw sharpens, telling me she’s clenching her teeth and refusing to obey. I expected this, but I have ways to make her mind.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the clip and place it over her nose so she can’t breathe through it. Her eyes widen.
