Page 107 of Under the Lion Star

“No.”

“I want to see you,” she protested.

“Yeah? And I want my wife not to put herself in danger. Get on the bed. On your stomach.”

“Leor–”

“Now.”

She turned her head toward the bed before looking at me again. With a sigh, she did as I commanded, laying on the center of the mattress on her stomach and glancing back over her shoulder at me.

“What’s next?” She breathed.

I crawled behind her on my knees, leaning forward to grab a pillow and roll it up before tapping the side of her thigh. She lifted her hips, and I slid the pillow underneath. The view was immaculate, her ass slightly raised while her head remained on the sheets beneath us. Her hands were over her head, gripping the lower bar of the headboard in anticipation.

My hand slid between her thighs, finding her already a bit slick. She sucked in a hiss of air as I gathered her arousal on my fingers and delved further to rub rough circles over her apex.

“Touch me, and this ends,” I rasped, moving my hand back and sliding a finger inside of her. “Better yet.”

I stepped off the bed, walking toward the wardrobe to find a silk sash. Wrapping it around my fist, I moved back toward Zialda, who was studying me with wary eyes. All I offered was a wry smirk as I wrapped the sash around her wrists, binding them together and tying them to the headboard.

“Leor?” She said cautiously.

Without a reply, I crawled back up onto the bed, guiding my hand between her legs once more. She was even wetter than when I had left her. A satisfied groan built in my chest. My wife was going to enjoy parts of her punishment.

The sound of my palm meeting her flesh rang out, but I felt her body tighten around the two fingers that were buried inside her. She gasped, pressing her face into the sheets in a futile attempt to hide her moan from me.

I caressed the skin I had just slapped before delivering another and watched how her flesh moved in response. My knees moved between her legs, forcing her thighs to spread and bare her sex to me.

Fucking perfect.

“So wet, wife,” I wrapped my other hand around her front, leaning forward so I could rub that bundle of nerves while keeping my other hand free to thrust in and out of her. “So fucking pretty.”

“Leor, please,” she arched her back, giving me an even better view.

“That’s it. Keep begging.”

I set my thumb over her asshole, causing her to jolt against her restraints. Her eyes darted to mine, stunned.

“Not tonight,” I leaned forward to murmur against her ear.

She relaxed a fraction as I kept working her with my fingers. I used my knees to force her legs further open. Z rocked back against my hands, seeking her own pleasure. I decided to allow it when I saw the way her thighs started shaking.

With each pass of my fingers at her apex, her body grew tauter, her back arching further until she keened out my name and pressed her face into the sheets.

“That’s it,” I cooed. “Come all over my hands, Z.”

I slowed, working her through the last few waves of her release before removing both hands and leaning forward. My body pressed against hers, my forearms holding me up so that I could kiss along the back of her neck and shoulders.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Not tonight,” I breathed against her skin. “Are you ready to take your punishment like a good wife?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my girl,” I smiled against her shoulder blade, reaching one arm lower to push my pants down just enough to free my cock.

She gasped as I tapped it against her ass. I gave myself a few rough strokes before pressing the blunt tip to her entrance. Still wearing the blood-stained garb from earlier, I hadn’t bothered to remove a single stitch of clothing. I wanted her to remember what I was capable of.

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