I kiss him without needing a dare or an excuse. The innocence of kissing my first love makes the excitement flood back as he strokes my hair. I straddle him, tucking my knees to his hips, holding his face with my elbows flush to his chest just like I wanted to during our first kiss.
“I love you, Kane Xandros,” I say loudly. “In the light, in the dark. Only you. Even when I don’t know your name or I can’t see your face.”
“If you want me to put a mask on, you only have to ask instead of dropping little hints.”
“Maybe I want to wear one.” I wag my brows playfully, dropping my voice. “Or maybe this is all my game now.”
He bucks his hips as he abruptly turns so I’m on my back. My head doesn’t hit the armrest of the sofa though, not with his hand providing a barrier despite the way he darkly says, “I’ve been in your game since I was six years old. Never think for a fucking moment I haven’t belonged to you all along.”
I tuck my cheek against the cushions, so his face covers the screen, but he looks to the side, a slow smirk taking over his face.
Kane
I sitmy beautiful wife on my thighs with her back to my chest, her pulse erratically fluttering beneath her ear as she clenches her thighs together. I bunch the lace skirt of her dress in my fist and slowly pull it up to expose her legs. “If you close your eyes, I’ll make you come until you cry.”
Despite her thighs twitching, she softly argues, “You’re supposed to be nice to me. It’s our wedding night.”
“I am, koukla mou.” I kiss her shoulder. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”
“I hate this one,” she mumbles, forcing her eyes to remain open as she curls her shoulders forward.
“I know,” I coo, cupping her soaked cunt. “But you’re also beautiful when you’re scared. I love hearing your heart race, the way you twitch and your pretty little eyes flick around the room.”
Her breathing gets heavier as the haunting piano melody vibrates through the room. The camera pans through a field,revealing the birdmasked figure in the middle of a cornfield, half of his face obstructed by the husks then it slowly pans in.
“Kane,” she moans, half fearful, half excited.
“My needy little wife. Take your dress off.”
Our games have adjustments to account for me having one hand. Rather than force Delilah physically, I do it mentally.
“Or what?” she challenges.
“Or…I’ll tie you to the chair in the kitchen and get you close, so close your cunt is crying out for me and the air brushing your swollen clit is torturing you. But I won’t let you come until your eyes are swollen from all your pretty tears too.”
She looks into the open-plan kitchen, specifically at the style of the chair to see if it’s possible for me to restrain her. My dick throbs at the memory of her tits bound in plastic, the red marks around her chest, thighs, and calves, how she cried after coming so many times. When she looks at me, I know she’s going to move to stop me having my fun.
Delilah pushes her chest forward, instructing, “Pull my zipper down.”
My lips chase her skin as I move her hair over her shoulder, softly biting her nape while slowly unzipping her dress. “I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “But I will always fuck you like I hate you.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back as she brushes her dress down her beautiful naked body.
“Good girl,” I breathe out as I tap the plug in her ass. “Keep doing what you’re told then I’ll take this out to stretch you with my dick.”
Every scar she reveals is met with my lips as I pull her up my body to reach the faint stretch marks on her hips and lower stomach. We won’t have any more children since I had a vasectomy, but the reminder of what she’s survived still fills me with awe that this tenacious woman is mine. I was innocentlyfascinated with her as a child, as an old fuck—middle-aged physically, geriatric mentally—it’s more potent.
“Be a good little wife. Take my clothes off,” I order, setting her on her feet.
Buttons and belts are a pain in the ass to do up and remove. Another adjustment we’ve made since she always does them for me. It’s not infantilizing though, not when it becomes part of the game where I’m in control.
“Make. Me,” she says harshly.
“Now, koukla mou.” I snatch her neck as I hook my foot around her ankle, forcing her to her knees. She’s cute as fuck with a small smile on her face, eyes narrowed. I fucking love this woman more each day, with every part of my fucked up DNA. Especially when she pushes her ass in the air as she slowly brushes my suit jacket off my shoulders. The scene of the deranged doctor stalking those responsible for killing his family highlights the curve of her spine as she softly kisses my neck while undoing my buttons. I’m so distracted by my wife’s lips working down my chest that I don’t realize what she’s doing until we get to the scene that scares her the most.
“Does my fearful little slut think I’ll let her hide?” I grip her hair at her scalp, roughly tugging her head back.
“Fuck me instead.” She innocently bats her lashes at me.
