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Authors: Jennifer Kacey
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He bit her again on her shoulder and growled against her flesh. “Mine.”
Before she knew what happened he flipped her over onto her stomach with her hips against the side of the island.
“Eeek,” jerked out of her as parts of her chest hit warmth from where she’d been sitting and other parts chilled her naked flesh.
The sound of his zipper snicking downward blew her mind into a million pieces. He jabbed his cock against the opening of her pussy and plunged inside while her orgasm still rippled through her muscles.
Did he take off his pants?
No.
His chaps?
No.
“Thank. You. Sir. Thank. You.” She breathed each word out as he thrust inside her again and again. Her toes almost touched the ground each time he pulled out but she had no leverage. No ability to control even an ounce of the situation she now found herself in.
Nothing turned her on more than that.
His control.
His complete domination of her mind and body.
He grabbed her wrists which she’d lost control of when he’d flipped her over. He crossed them at her lower back again and used them to his advantage. His cock jerked inside her, making her toes curl.
The rattle of the contents in a drawer drew her out of her sexual haze.
She flipped her head and hair to the other side just in time to see him pull several long garbage bag ties out. In no time her wrists were bound behind her back in the same position they started when he was going to put her in rope.
Just the thought of rope made her lay her head on the island and twerk her hips on each plunge of his cock.
Several more things jangled in the drawer to his side but she couldn’t see.
The whack of a metal spatula on her bare ass made her suck in a sharp breath. “Thank you, Sir.”
His rumble of approval shot into her veins as if it were a 470 volt electrical current.
He spanked the other cheek, harder, back and forth and back and forth until she gasped. She jumped when the spatula clattered onto the island. He grabbed her ass, making her moan and fucked her hard and frantic.
“So. Damn. Sexy,” he snarled as he leaned over and filled her pussy with his thick shaft. Her entire body was alive with sensation. “What do you like more? Being bound? Or the metal on your naked ass?”
“Your chaps, Sir. The leather. And jeans. Hitting my sore backside. That. You. Huhhhh…” She trailed off as he grabbed her shoulder and ground his hips against her tender skin.
“Mine.” He latched onto a handful of her hair, using her own body to take her. To own her. To love her.
He let go of her shoulder and reached beneath the edge of the island, somehow finding her clit with his strong fingers. Stroking her, pleasuring her, owning her body because it belonged to him.
“Huh, huh, huh,” she panted as all of the sensation coalesced into the need to come again for him. “Please, can I come, Sir? Please, let me come. Please.” She shook her head in his grasp and he pinched her clit.
“Come. Now.”
She screamed her pleasure into the intimate space they shared.
Roman’s hips lurched forward as he buried himself to the hilt inside her clenching core, coming inside her. With her. “Sexy. Wife.” His whole body shuddered above hers and he licked the skin of her shoulder.
Her pussy clenched down on him as tiny explosions of joy burst along her spine, traveling to the edge of perfection and beyond because he was with her.
“Love you, Sir.”
Instead of replying he pulled out of her and hoisted her off the island and down to her knees in front of him. His still semi-hard erection twitched by her mouth. “Lick me clean.”
She smiled up at him, loving it when he got dirty. Her pussy contracted and his semen leaked down the insides of her thighs.
He tasted like cum, both of theirs, and she followed his orders, loving it when he hissed. He finally moved back, tucking himself back into his jeans and watching her as she licked her lips.
“You missed a spot.”
She peeked at his crotch and then back up at him with a question clearly written all over her face.
He smiled, glancing down to the ground.
Joslin followed the length of his body until she found was he spoke about.
His boot.
It had a drop of cum on it.
Hers.
His.
Didn’t matter.
“I’m waiting.” He grabbed her hair, shoving her down to his boot.
That scent.
Freshly polished leather. She’d done them herself less than twenty-four hours before. The fragrance did something to her. She sank into her submission and licked his boot clean, placing her forehead on it when she was done.
“Thank you, Sir. Thank you so much.”
He knelt down with her, petting her hair, her back. It gave her enough time to settle just enough so she wasn’t riding so high on her adrenaline. She could process a little of what they’d done and she moved her head against his boot.
“My beautiful whore,” he whispered and pulled her to stand, palming her cheeks as he stared inside her. “Beautiful.” His head dipped and his lips brushed against hers. He kissed her lips, licking them softly until she opened for him.
Nothing compared to his kisses. Soft or hard, something primal lived inside him, and his urgency fed her somewhere deep inside as he tasted her.
“You earned it. No doubt, you earned it.”
He rubbed his nose along hers and hugged her close, releasing the ties on her wrists. His laugh rumbled through her as she wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest.
“My handsome, Sir.”
He held her tightly for a second more, then tipped her chin up for another kiss. “I’m pretty sure we get to cross off at least three now.” He chuckled but his nostrils flared as he wiped a drop of semen from her breast and gave it to her to lick off.
“Three, Sir?” she asked as she swallowed another piece of him inside.
After steadying her, he grabbed the piece of paper and his sunglasses which had fallen to the floor at some point. “Fuck wife on island. Use kitchen utensils during a scene. Make wife lick cum off my boot.” He closed his eyes and adjusted his cock behind the fly of his jeans. He pegged her with an intense gaze. “That one was exceptional. So yes. Definitely a few to mark off.”
She leaned against the counter as he walked to the refrigerator, in search of a pen. “I think the rules state somewhere we can only cross off one at a time. Sir.” She bit her lip, reveling in the blazing ardor that crossed the distance between them.
“Is that right?”
“I think so. I saw it on the internet which means it has to be true.”
He smiled, eyeing her all the way to the floor and back up.
She stared at him, loving the man in front of her more than life itself as he grabbed a pen out of a magnetized basket on the side of the stainless-steel appliance.
He hung the list up on the top of one of the doors of the fridge by a little magnet that said,
Good girl.
He read it for a few seconds and then marked one off.
“Which did you mark off, Sir?”
He tossed the pen back in the tiny basket and slid his glasses onto the island. “Fuck wife in shower.”
“But we didn’t do that.”
He scooped her up into his arms and took off with her across the kitchen, eating up the distance through the living room into their bedroom. “Guess we’ll need to fix that immediately then. Don’t you think? The list doesn’t lie.”
She smiled against his chest, hugging him close.
“Best to-do list, ever.”
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Jennifer Kacey
is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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