I suck in a breath, goosebumps pebbling the skin on my back and arms.
“I’m bored. Go pester someone else.”
“No, no, no,” he whispers. “I don’t think bored is what you are. I think you moaned when I kissed you at the altar. I think you liked it when I pulled your hair like I owned you. And I think you wanted me to throw you on this bed and have my way with you until dawn. How far off am I?”
His lips brush mine, not in a kiss, but in a tantalizing touch that never feels like it’s enough.
“Very,” I drawl, my breath trembling between us. “Past the North Pole.”
“Mmm. See, the problem with that is… I know an aroused woman when I see one. But let me assure you, Victoria, that when I get back, I’ll take my sweet time to explore you and your pussy. And you will come for me many, many times, no matter how much you like to lie to yourself that it’s not what you want.”
His baritone voice sears along my nerve endings, forcing me to swallow dryly.
“Keep deluding yourself. Like I said, you’re boring me.”
A lie. A blatant lie. I know it, he knows it, but here we are, still playing the game. The game in which I’m losing, exactly like he said I would.
“Oh, am I, now?” he says with false regret.
Supporting the weight of his body on one arm, he lowers the other one to my feet and drags it up under my dress, stopping once he reaches the apex of my thighs.
“Wolfgang—”
“Ah, but look at you, love, all warm between your legs.” He presses a finger against my panties, rubbing my pussy in a slowcircle. My legs part wider on their own accord. “Am I still boring you?”
I’m too focused on the throbbing, on his scent seeping into my pores, on the strong hand drawing out my surrender. My body is betraying me, and I can’t get rid of this feeling. He keeps rubbing me, and it’s soft, and cruel, and oh so delicious. And I can’t, I can’t…
“Victoria?”
“Y-yes.”
“Take off your dress.”
14
WOLFGANG
When my wife brings her hand to her back and unzips her dress willingly, a hum of satisfaction leaves my throat.
Satisfaction, and no surprise. Because I understood from the moment I laid eyes on her that there was more to Victoria than she let on.
Under her feisty demeanor, her submission keeps trying to come out. It calls out to the darkest parts of me, begging to be taken, used, and stripped of control.
I was never going to leave her alone on our wedding night. All I did was lay the choice in front of her and watch as her body betrayed her. A little disappointment. A little longing. She wanted me to stay, even if she wasn’t ready to say it. I wasn’t sure, but after this… I know. And I fucking love it.
I help her stand, and with her delicate, trembling hands, she slides the straps off her shoulders, the dress pooling at our feet beneath her half-naked body.
When I look down at her, her round breasts and pink, pointy nipples stare back. I can only imagine how her shaved pussy throbs behind the soaked layer of her panties. My cock hardens at the sight of my wife, at the breathy sound of her nervousness. It’s practically painful at this point, and there’s no way in hell I’m not spending the night hearing her moan in my ear while I fuck her raw.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to do,” she confesses.
I trail my knuckles down her abdomen, raking my eyes over everything that’s mine. Goosebumps pebble her skin in the wake of my touch, showing me how much it affects her.
“All you have to do, love, is listen to my voice and do as I say. Can you do that for me?”
She nods softly, and I step in toward her, making her instinctively retreat. Then another step, and another, until the backs of her thighs collide with the edge of the bed.
A subtle frown confirms the small conflict inside her. She wants this, but she’s hellbent on hating me at the same time. Fair enough. Though it will be hard to hate me when I’m caressing her sweet little cunt.
