Page 61 of Oblivion

The possessive asshole in me wants to demand that she change, that she hide all that perfection from anyone’s eyes but my own, but I told her she could wear whatever she wanted, and I won’t renege on that.

“Take it off,” I growl.

“I refuse to let you pick my clothes. I had enough of that with?—”

I cut her off before she could say his name. “The dress is fucking perfection. I just have a gift for you that you’ll need to put on first.”

“I can’t wear anything under this. The fabric is too thin. You’ll be able to see it.”

“It’s not underwear. Now take it off.”

Her eyes are wary as she stares at me, but she’s too curious to deny me. Carefully peeling the dress up and over her head, she places it back on the hanger, then hooks it onto the rail, staring at me naked and expectantly.

Smiling, I let my eyes greedily take in her nakedness. I’ve seen and touched her bare body multiple times now, but she’s still almost too fucking perfect. Sighing, I reluctantly turn away and head for the safe that’s hidden behind a picture on the wall. It’s a little cliché, but it was already here when we moved in. Opening it, I search through the boxes I have stored in here and eventually find what I’m looking for. Closing the safe, I saunter over to her, running a finger from her navel up her body, stroking a path between her perfect breasts all the way up to the padlock adorning her throat.

“Are you going to take it off?” she asks breathily.

“Never,” I whisper. Curling my finger beneath the padlock at her throat, I open the box in my hand and slip the fine strand of chain free. Her eyes go wide, and she swallows thickly, whimpering with fear—or want—when she sees what’s in my hand.

“Shhh,” I soothe, holding her in place as I fasten the length of chain to the padlock, then let it slither down her body, watching as the metal glides over her smooth skin like it’s silk. Quickly grabbing the end, I attach it to another strand of chain, whichI secure around her waist. Turning her away from me, I fasten a third strand of chain from the ring around her waist to the necklace around her throat at the back of her neck.

None of the chain is tight, but it hangs from her throat, between her breasts to her waist, then up the length of her spine to her neck again. It’s a gold harness and it’s fucking perfect. It’s not practical for her to wear this all the time, but if it was, I’d solder it in place and keep her wrapped in it for the rest of her life.

“What is this?” she whimpers, her chest rising and falling as she runs her finger along the chain around her stomach.

“It’s not permanent,” I assure her, running my finger over the identical monogrammed padlock charm that’s permanently fused to the chain that’s hanging above her belly button, then the second one that’s positioned between her breasts, before I reach around and stroke a finger over the one that’s resting in the dimple just above her ass. “But you’ll wear it tonight. It’s a reminder that while I don’t care what you wear, you still belong to me. Can you feel it, Sammy? Can you feel it from the way the gold hangs between these perfect fucking tits? Can you feel the way I’m wrapped around you even while I’m not touching you? Can you feel my brand, my name, my claim, my ownership touching you everywhere?”

Her shaky moan is music to my ears. She loves this, and I’d bet if I were to reach between her legs she’d be soaked.

“Evan.”

“Ask me, Wild One. Ask me to brand you on the inside before we go out. Tell me you need me to own you.”

“I need you…” She falters, then looks up at me with needy eyes. “I need you to own me, Evan.”

Darting forward, I lift her off her feet and carry her to the bed, spreading her out on the comforter as I allow myself amoment to take in her utter perfection. Then I drop to my knees, part her legs, and devour her.

Curling one hand around the chain at her waist, I keep her thighs open with my shoulders, while I suck and lick and eat her cunt until her ass is writhing, her lower body unable to stay still while she plaintively begs for more.

Some guys like to hear their woman beg, but it’s not my kink, at least not while I’m fucking her or making her come. Spearing her with two fingers, I find her clit and suck, curling my hand until she comes on a scream. The moment her mounting pleasure starts to wane, I stand up, lift her entire lower body off the bed, and slam into her.

I start to come the moment I’m inside of her, but I keep fucking her, knowing I’ll stay hard enough to keep her screaming. As I thrust into her, more cum bursts from my dick every time I bottom out, my body perfectly fitting with hers.

The sex is quick and messy and fucking perfect, and my balls feel empty by the time she finally starts to calm. I’ve never come so quickly or for so long in my entire life. Fucking Sammy is nothing like the sex I’ve had in the past. Every other experience I’ve had feels hollow and mechanical in comparison. Sammy is my everything, and knowing that without her IUD, the cum I just stuffed into her could be becoming our baby right now only makes everything even better.

Getting her pregnant will be the final lock on her bindings, the last strand that draws all the others together and incapacitates her entirely, and I can’t fucking wait.

Reluctantly pulling out of her, I use my fingers to push my cum back into her cunt, collecting the cream from her folds and stuffing her with it.

“I need to take another shower.” She laughs, the sound sated and relaxed.

“Oh, Wild One, you know I’m not going to allow that. I like knowing you’re wrapped in my chains, full of my cum, and having to squeeze that wet little cunt all night to make sure I don’t drip out of you while you shake your ass in that perfect fucking dress.”

Her eyes go wide, then burn with excitement.

I knew she wanted the kind of toxic love my brothers have with their women, but I had no idea how much she needed it. But I see it now. I see the way her body ignites the more intense I become. Because the tighter I bind her, the freer she gets. She’s perfect. We’re perfect.

Helping her to her feet, I pull her into my arms and kiss her, pushing my tongue and the taste of her own sex into her mouth. She kisses me back like she needs me to survive, and I feel my muscles lengthen in response to her happiness.

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