I am in love with the master of my soul. Trapped in the pandemonium I fabricated for myself, and I don’t want the key. Every look into her eyes is deeper destruction and restoration in the same breath. And all I want is to torture her more so she knows the insanity she causes within me. Within my beast—the one she so willingly left untamed but feeds from the palm of her little hand.
I pull out of her sopping wet pussy and rub my entire dick over her pink slit, coating myself in her cream. I fist my cock, tapping the head of it over that engorged bud, and her little gasppleasesme. “Do you deserve to come?”
She shakes her head. “No…” She moans when I thrust barely an inch into her.
“Why not?”
“I was…” She cries out when I withdraw and quickly shove all of me into her, only to withdraw once more and rub the head of my cock on her swollen clit. “A bad girl…”
“That’s right, Siren. You were so fucking bad. Did Damon and Jonas punish you, too?” I kiss her ankle, then let it drop off my shoulder, putting my hands on her inner thighs and shoving them apart. I enter her hot pussy halfway and pull back out, watching her clench around nothing but air, searching for me. Fuck, it is so goddamn beautiful to know her body needs me so desperately. I lick two fingers and plunge them into her, loving when her ambrosia clings to my wedding band. I hook them and finger fuck my wife, waiting for her answer.
My wife’s back arches and she shakes her head. “No, sir.”
“But you deserve to be punished, don’t you?” I withdraw my fingers and spank her clit three times in fast succession.
“Yes!” she moans, biting her lip. I know my wife wants to beg for release but knows she hasn’t earned it.
“Now watch the way I punish you.” I reach up and grab her head by the hair so she can watch the way she takes me. I grit my teeth, loving the way her hot, pink, sensitive flesh stretches to accommodate me inch by thick, hard inch. I drag my hips back and thrust every fucking centimeter of my cock in one slow, piercing stroke until my balls are flush against her ass.
Her hands land on my chest, on the very center where there’s a heart that beats and bleeds only for her. “Maverick.”
I hang my head back, eyes crossing, heart splitting at the euphoric sound of my name on her lips in that sultry rasp. I look back down to find that molten caramel gaze. Twin amber flames that ignite my very soul—the soul that’s attached to hers. “That’s it. What’s the rule?”
“Take… what you… give me.”
And I fuck fuckfuckup into her sweet pussy to punish her with long, hard, bruising thrusts. Roughly gripping at her flesh, biting at the delicate skin of her throat, leaving my mark both inside and out, so she feels mealways. I make her promise over and over that she’llneverleave me in the dark ever again.
Only when I believe her do I let my wife come, clawing at my back like a fuckin’ hellcat, gripping my cock like a goddamn vise, my orgasm only mere seconds behind hers. I flip us over so she’s on me… our labored breaths in synchronization.
Her song.
My Siren.
I call Damon and Jonas to join us an hour or so later when I have her bent over on her knees, ass in the air, wrists loosely tied to her ankles. Our beautiful wife takes it all. Every spank, every slap, every deep stroke, every tease, the degradation, the praise, forhours.
Untilmybeast feels satisfied.
I’m even a little proud of Jonas.
He still can’t orgasm unless she tells him I love you, though. He gives her just enough time to say it before he comes down her throat. Our sweet, mischievous wife swallows all of it, taking everything, every time.
After all of it, when she’s sleeping soundly after being cleaned, fed, and catered to in Jonas’ arms, Damon looks over at me, worry still etched across his face. I give a shake of my head. I know what he’s thinking. “We can’t leave, Damon.”
He sighs deeply. “There’s a risk she’ll run again to help Sabrina.”
“She won’t leave us in the dark, not this time.”
“What she did was reckless, Maverick. Although it came from a good place, I hope you’re right. I just don’t know if I trust her enough right now.” He then turns over to fall asleep for the night but not before mumbling, “It’s just something we’re all going to need to work on.”
I blink up at the ceiling and reach over to put my hand on my wife’s growing bump. Her hand finds mine in the dimly lit room. I peer over at her to find her staring at me, most likely having heard everything Damon just said. I could scold, remind herthisis what she’s done. Broken our trust. But she grips my hand tighter and moves it along her tummy.
I understand what she’s saying.
No, she won’t. But she does utter the one word I need to hear—"Always.”
I dip my chin. “Always.”
Chapter Fifteen
