Page 104 of Honorable Sins

"To feed you my cock like the good girl you are."

A deep whump of desire pulses through me and I drop to my knees. "Yes, please."

"Take off your dress."

Yes. I want to be naked too, my body accessible to his talented hands. It only takes a second to untie the bow holding the dress together and unhook the full skirt from inside so I can shrug it off like a robe. The silky green fabric pools on the floor around me, leaving me in the bustier and thong.

My heavy breasts heave with excitement as Mick twists the cap off of a water bottle and pours it into a glass before bringing it to me.

"Open your mouth," he instructs me. "Keep your hands at your side."

I don't hesitate to part my lips and tip my head back.

He places the pill on my tongue and then presses the glass rim to my lips and tilts it to give me enough water to swallow down the pill. I do it, excitement shimmering through me while my ovaries start dancing to a heavy bass beat.

Mick goes to his nightstand and puts the still half full glass of water down onto it before using the discreet biometric lock to open the bottom drawer.

The drawer where he keeps my toys and the lube.

My black leather cuffs dangle from his fingers when he straightens. Something inside me settles. That part of me that worries, plans and protects goes silent.

The rest of the room blurs into nothingness. There is only Mick and me.

His strong masculine body crosses the room in sinuous strides, his erection long and thick, one hand holding the cuffs and the other curled into a fist at his side. He moves behind me and drops down on his haunches.

I don't turn to look. I don't have to. I know what's about to happen and I put my hands together at the center of my back in preparation.

"Such a good wife," he purrs, fastening a leather cuff around my right wrist. Pressing his fingertip between my wrist and the leather, he tests it for fit, like he does every single time. "Alright?"

"Yes." My voice is soft and dreamy.

A single fingertip traces a path down my spine from the base of my neck. "So beautiful."

He affixes the other cuff to my left wrist and I relax my arms, letting the chain between them hold my hands in place.

A barely-there kiss lands on my shoulder before his hands slide around to my front to cup my breasts. "I love these baps."

My nipples are already so engorged they ache with stinging pleasure as his thumbs brush over them.

"I love your touch."

"Good," he breathes into my ear. "Because I'm never going to stop touching you."

He squeezes my breasts and lightly pinches my nipples, pulling on them and exerting the extra pressure I like since I finished breastfeeding the twins.

I moan and let my head drop back against his chest. I don't know why I thought I would take the sleeping pill and then we would go to bed. This is so much better.

Mick plays with my breasts until I'm whining and canting my hips.

"You said I could suck you." He actually said he wanted me to be a good girl and do it.

"After," he growls, sliding his hand down over my curved tummy and into my panties.

He doesn't hesitate, his middle finger sliding between my already slick folds all the way into my opening. The heel of his hand rubs against my clitoris while he fingers me and I'm on the edge of climax in only seconds.

I scramble to grab his erection with my bound hands. He lets me, groaning when I jack him with the short, jerky movements necessitated by our position and my cuffed wrists.

Rocking my hips, I chase the cataclysm of pleasure my body knows it can find with his.