“No,” she answers too easily.
“Mark me then. Rewrite everything else so when I look at myself I see you,” I beg, needing to have anything other than my own image staring back at me when I look in a mirror.
I take the knife from under my pillow. A burden is removed from my shoulders when I place it in her hand. There’s no disgust in her eyes or Asher’s voice in my head as I softly trail my lips up to her inner thighs. I bite into her flesh, leaving my teeth marks behind as she lightly presses the tip of the knife to my shoulder. I suck the skin through my teeth so the mark is deeper before ordering, “Cut your panties off and shove them in your mouth.”
There’s no way to pin her down with one hand, but she challenges me, “Make me.”
“I don’t need you to pity me,” I spit, leaning back. “Do what the fuck you’re told.”
“Good. You’ll never have pity from me. You’re a crazy person who’s brimming with violence. Don’t act meek. Make. Me.”
I don’t move because I need two hands to rip her panties off and hold her mouth open to push them inside. My stubborn wife kicks my thigh as she grits, “You’re the one who’s pitying yourself.” She leans forward, taunting me again. “Do you think I want weak Kane who’s scared? No. Get the fuck up and make me.”
“Do it.” I grab her hair in my fist, dragging her down the bed.
“N. O,” she says, defiance hardening her eyes.
Keeping her hand in my fist, I stand and pull her to the sliding door leading to the wraparound balcony. The latch is already undone from when I went out to smoke, so it easily slides across as I push it with my elbow. I look down at my wife on her knees and roughly pull her head back. “Crawl up on the table like the needy fucking whore you are.”
“Fuc—”
I pull her hair even harder, twisting the strands until small red lines appear on my fingers. “Now. Or I’ll throw you over the fucking edge with your cunt crying out for me.”
She places her hands flat on the floor, pushing her ass in the air while glaring at me.
“Keep going, I have no complaints.” I tilt my head, lightly tapping her ass with the side of my foot.
My beautiful wife crawls forward, swaying her hips. I want to fuck her ass while she screams, feel her body tremble under my touch. My dick doesn’t cooperate despite my desire as she crawls up onto the table to face me with her legs spread.
She drops the knife between her thighs as she leans back, allowing the cool breeze to float through her hair. Fuck me, I’ma lucky bastard. I don’t know who’s responsible for making her crazy enough to overlook my mountain of faults.
Taking the knife while she’s busy staring at the sky, I quickly cut through the sides of her panties, careful not to nick her skin. She gasps as the cool air replaces the silk between her thighs and I push my left elbow on her sternum.
Delilah slips, gripping the glass railing as she’s forced to notice the drop down.
“You wanted me to make you,” I remind her, balling her panties.
“K—”
I lean over her, shoving them in her mouth. “Shhh, you wouldn’t want your sisters to hear how much of a filthy slut you are for your husband, would you?” Wrapping my hand around her neck, I bite down her chest to reach her nipple. Her moans vibrate into my palm as I look up, tugging it between my teeth before lightly flicking her trapped nipple with my tongue.
She’s too comfortable, so I push her head further back to make her think she’s at risk of falling. Her blue eyes widen as she grips the railing even tighter, but I smile. With some adjustments, I can still be the old me. I can scare my wife, make her cunt cry out for me, and get rid of her pity.
Her moans intensify as I massage down her stomach with the remaining portion of my forearm while tightening my hold on her neck. I leave a trail of bites down her body until I’m between her thighs. Holding her hips down with my bicep, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She tries to rock her hips.
I increase the pressure on her stomach as I order, “Hold behind your knees. Open your cunt up for me if you want me to eat.”
Anger and lust stare back at me.
“Or don’t,” I say lightly. “I’m fine like this, but I won’t let you come.”
The perfect thing doesn’t lose her glare as she hooks her elbows under her knees, pulling up so her feet are in the air. I spit down in a line, directly on her tight ass. “I can see you clench, koukla mou. Did your ass miss me?”
She mumbles something I’m assuming is “Fuck you.” I let go of her neck, forcing her shoulders to take the strain as she precariously leans on the railing. More fear floods her eyes; her cunt glistens under the low lights coming from our bedroom.
She won’t fall with my arm trapping her hips, but I don’t tell her or she’ll start fighting back. Instead, I lick up the back of her thigh as I ease two fingers into her. Then blow raspberries on the back of her knee to make her laugh, rocking even more as she tries to kick out at me. It stops her from clenching too, so I push another finger into her, curling them up as her eyes roll back when I find the spot that makes her whimper.
Following the glistening line my tongue left on her skin, I go back to her cunt and softly wrap my lips around her clit. Her thighs tremble as she arches her back, pushing her hips down. The change forces my elbow into her lower stomach.
