Total obedience.
I walked to the end of the bed and began to strip, folding each item carefully over the bed frame.
“Isn’t the silence pleasant, Iskra?” I said, moving toward her.
I dragged the covers off her legs.
“What? Nothing to say tonight?” I asked, curling my fingers around her ankles and pulling her down until she lay flat on her back.
She said nothing. She stared at the ceiling.
I released her legs and took two pillows, stuffing them beneath her hips.
“It’s your fertile period,” I said, as she blinked, her chest rising with a slow breath.“A limited window to ensure conception.”
Her lips parted as she released the breath she had been holding.
“I read there is a surge in oestrogen levels during ovulation that makes you crave cock,” I said, arranging her thighs as her eyes moved to me.“Nature’s way of ensuring we multiply.”
Her lips pressed thin. Her nostrils flared.
“You should be grateful I’m here to see to your needs,” I drawled, covering her breasts with my hands.
My wedding band glinted in the warm glow of the lamp. I had taken it from the nightstand drawer for the occasion—it sat nestled between the tattoos inked across my fingers. Shields. Crosses. Stars.
I dragged my fingers between her thighs.
Damp, but not wet.
I eased two fingers inside her, curling them upward as I tugged on her nipple.
Her eyes closed. She hissed.
I took my time—tugging on her nipple to watch it lift her breast in the air before releasing it. I eased my fingers back and forth, ensuring I found the right spot on her insides and stayed there.
“Six days of this,” I murmured, as her insides involuntarily clenched around me.“To give this fertile little hole what it needs.”
Her fingers gripped the white cotton sheet beneath her.
Her breath came faster.
I moved to her other nipple and repeated the process. Again and again, until her pussy began to leak over my fingers.
Reading paid off.
“How appropriate that your cunt has soaked my wedding ring,” I said, pushing my fingers as deep as they could go, feeling her coat them with her arousal.
In and out. I watched the gold ring disappear inside her tight little pussy with each stroke. I didn’t stop until her hips shifted. Until my entire hand was drenched.
And when I pulled out?
I pushed those same fingers into her mouth.
She cleaned them without being told—lips closing around my fingers, tongue moving over each one. I pushed my ring finger past her tonsils.
“Clean my ring.”
Her eyes fluttered open. Her tongue traced slowly around the band. I pushed a little deeper to watch her gag. Her lips wrapped around my digit and she began to suck.
