“Come on.” I laugh gingerly. “There’s no need for this. I only wanted to… p-play around.”
He throws me a serious look and I gulp, knowing he won’t be swayed.
I think I fucked up. I fucked up bad.
My breath hitches as I back into the bed, my naked skin making contact with the soft sheets behind me. I haul myself up slowly, never leaving Rowan’s stare.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Dove. Spread those pretty legs and do what I asked.”
Fuck.
I part my knees and show him my pussy, the warm air in the room caressing me from my clit to my entrance. My back lowers to the bed, and I just lie there, waiting for whatever he wants to do to me at this hour of the night. I follow him with my eyes, but he’s no longer meeting my gaze. He’s all focused on the heat between my legs, his fingers clutching the items tightly, as if he’s trying to reel in his impatience. The next thing I know he kneels in front of the bed, his now-empty hands digging into my thighs, pulling them farther apart.
A groan rumbles from his direction, then his face presses against my sensitive spot. First his nose, then his mouth, then his flat tongue. I shiver, goosebumps spreading on my shoulders and down my arms, making the little hairs there stand up.
My lips part and a high-pitched moan comes out. After giving my pussy a slow lick, his tongue curls, making itself smaller to fit inside my channel. I rock myself into it, feeling the soft tissue entering me as deep as it can go. He starts fucking me with it, and I clench around him as my arousal drips on the bedsheets beneath me.
“Christ. You’re drenched,” he murmurs. “Did the little power outburst turn my wife on?”
I nod, knowing he can’t see it. My chest heaves, and my pussy begs for that tongue to go back inside. My thighs are shaking. I bring my hands into his hair, gently tugging him closer. To my surprise he obliges, and takes my entire pussy between his lips, letting his tongue caress in the middle, then up and down.
“Rowan.Please, oh my God.”
More and more tendrils of pleasure creep in as he resumes fucking me inside my channel. His fingers join in, long and rough, twitching above my clit. I writhe and arch, moaning uncontrollably, the scent of my arousal floating over to me through the heat of the hearth.
“That’s my girl,” he coos, lifting his head from between my legs. He stares at my wet pussy, smiling, right before giving it a smack. I jolt from the feeling, the little pain he caused quickly turning into pleasure. I whimper. He does it again. Slap after slap, my pussy takes everything, rubbing itself on his skin every time his palm makes contact with my clit.
More. Give me more.
My release builds up, and I know that all I need is a longer touch, just two more seconds of his skin on mine before I shatter in front of him. But that touch never comes. Instead, the feel of a leather strap slides up from my shins to my thighs until it reaches my pussy.
“Lift your hips for me, beautiful,” he says.
“Rowan…” I mumble his name, but my body follows his command like a loyal slave.
Vicious, traitorous thing.
The chastity belt moves up, covering my slippery and overly aroused pussy. The cold metal does nothing to soothe my throbbing clit. I try rubbing myself against it, but there’s no friction, nothing. I curse under my breath right as Rowan clasps the lock in place and twists the key inside.
“Rowan,” I say again. “Please. I’m too horny for this. What are you doing?”
“I apologize if I gave you the impression this was a reward. You know I love tasting you—it wasn’t for you, and you don’t get to come after what you’ve done.”
“After I’ve madeyoucome,” I pout.
He shakes his head, hiding the key to the chastity belt in his chest pocket.
“After you deprived me of this cunt that I now have locked up.”
I bring my hands around the belt, trying to take it off, but I know there’s no way to do it without the damned key. He watches me struggle, amusement lining his eyes.
“You will wear it until our wedding night. And you will not touch yourself, angel. If you need to wash, you will call out for me, and I’ll watch you do it. But anything more than that…” He smiles. “Your pussy is mine, and you’ll never make yourself come until I allow it. Is that understood?”
I feel around for the small holes in the metal band, my cheeks flushing as I understand what they’re for—so I can use the bathroom without taking it off. It’s degrading, and possessive, and humiliating, and it makes me hornier than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Is. That. Understood?”
I gulp. “Y-Yes. Yes, sir.”
