Page 18 of His Bound Bedmate

Our heartbeats mingled, her long black hair tangling all around my shoulders as we breathed in unison, slowly coming back to earth.

I couldn’t ever remember losing control like that, but it had been worth it. She had been worth it.

Millicent sat up slightly, pulling away from me. We were both hot and sticky, and I still wanted to lick her all over. One day I wanted to fuck her arse while she sat in the stocks, but not today. This was our wedding day, and as far as I was concerned, it’d been perfect.

“Oh my,” she breathed, sitting up farther. As she did, I stared at the place our bodies were joined, and watched my spend still dripping from her.

“Indeed,” I murmured. “That was…magnificent.”

She smiled down at me and dragged her palms over my chest, the light catching the diamonds on the cuff bracelet she wore. “I love you, Findlay.”

“Ye said that today. At the altar.”

“And I meant it. And a few minutes ago, you said you loved me.”

My lips twitched at the memory. “I said I loved the way ye arched yer back when ye were in the pillory.”

Before she could do more than narrow her eyes at my teasing, I grabbed hold of her hips, and pressed up into her. She hissed slightly as her lips parted. When she wiggled, I felt my cock stir. When I flicked one thumb over her clitoris, she mewled softly and dropped her head back with a sigh.

My gaze on her tits and the way they strained upwards, I licked my lips. “But what I said at the altar was true, too, Millicent. I love ye. I love yer brain, and yer body, and I love the way ye’ve whole-heartedly embraced this lifestyle.”

She was smiling down at me now, working her hips back and forth in small movements, bracing her weight on her knees on either side of my hips. “Hmmmm,” she said, half-thoughtfully, half in pleasure. “I learned a lot today.”

“What did ye learn?” With the hand that wasn’t currently playing with her clit, I reached up to pinch one of her nipples, hard.

She sucked in a breath, and rocked harder. “I learned that being restrained arouses me more than I’d even guessed. I want to try ropes next.”

“Is that so?” I murmured thoughtfully. I ran both my hands up her torso, over her shoulders, and down her arms. When I reached her wrists—my right palm skipping over her diamond cuff—I squeezed them in a sudden possessive move.

She gasped. “Yes!” she yelped, and began to buck on top of me.

I grinned just slightly and held on, loving how much being bound aroused. Her inner muscles were pulling, sucking at me, and my cock went hard in a millisecond. “Ye seem to be enjoying yerself in this position, wife.”

Her lips curled. “The Clinging Vine, page thirty-two.”

Ah, yes, her gift to me. I looked forward to investigating all the positions in A Harlot’s Guide… But right now, it was becoming difficult to think. Or speak.

“What—what else have you learned today, wife?” I managed to say in between gasps.

“Being restrained arouses me, but I like to be completely free when—” She moaned, then rocked forward again. “When we actually…”

“Fook?” I supplied, amused I still had more control than she did.

“Make love.” She looked me right in the eyes. “I want to be able to move with you or do whatever I want when we’re making love.”

“Deal,” I gasped. Christ her cunny felt good. Was I ready to come again so soon? “So how about this compromise? During foreplay, when I tease ye and make ye pant and get ye pussy dripping wet, I restrain ye and do whatever I want with your erotic, wet body…” I released her wrists and used my hands and hips to scoot both of us closer to the headboard. “But then during lovemaking when yer going to make me cry out in desperation, ye get to do whatever ye want to me.”

I reached up and grabbed the cuffs dangling from the leather-padded headboard, and Millicent’s eyes lit up. She leaned forward to strap me in, and her tits came tantalizingly close to my mouth. I stretched forward to take one nipple in my mouth while she worked, and swore she managed to get even wetter as she groaned.

I don’t know how long I teased her like that, but I was on the brink of coming again. How was that possible? I didn’t think I had anything left…but sure enough, that familiar burn was building behind the base of my cock.

Her nipple popped out of my mouth as I gasped, “Millicent!”

She was bouncing above me now, and when I freed her nipple she rocked backwards to brace her hands against my thighs.

And I had the most delicious full view.

Everything from the long column of her arched throat to those two little tits pointing at the ceiling, her engorged clitoris peeking through her curls…to the thick ropes of my cum decorating her thighs. My wife. My wife was fooking me, and I couldn’t be happier.

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