Page 14 of More Than We Know

I didn’t know what I expected to happen tonight, but this wasn’t it. But with the way Sarah is reclining on the bed with her thighs pressed together, I can’t deny how much I love this. It’s stirring something deep within me. Something primal and possessive, but in the best way possible.

I nod at Kat and rise from my seat, making my way over to my wife, who looks desperate to be touched.

“Sit up,” I instruct.

She follows my direction, straightening her posture before looking up at me. I reach out, tangling my fingers in her hair, and tug just enough to test her. A gasp falls from her lips, and her body melts under my touch.

It’s been too damn long since we’ve done this properly. Not just the hurried, desperate sex squeezed between the demands of life, but this. A real scene where Sarah lets go of everything and surrenders to me. Last weekend at the club was just the beginning.

I’ve missed this more than I realized.

“I want you to kneel for me. You can stay on the bed for tonight.”

Sarah shifts so she’s kneeling on the bed before me, and she settles into position. Her hands rest on her thighs, her back straight. So obedient. She clearly hasn’t forgotten how to be a good little sub for me.

Seeing her like this fuels the fire burning within me, and I slide my thumb over her lower lip, watching her mouth part instinctively. “Such a good girl,” I praise.

I grip Sarah’s chin, tilting her face up until her gaze locks with mine. “You remember how this works?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers, and fuck, that response shoots straight to my cock.

Submission looks beautiful on her.

The tension between us is heavy as she waits for my next move. I let the silence stretch, loving the way she shifts under my gaze and looks up at me with desperation.

Kat, who’s sitting in the chair I had occupied minutes ago, crosses her legs. “She’s beautiful like this.”

I smirk, running my fingers along Sarah’s throat, tracing the neckline of her dress. “She is.”

Sarah shudders and goosebumps raise on her skin.

I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You want me to show her how I fuck you?” My voice is low, teasing. I knowexactlyhow much she loves this.

She nods.

“Use your words,” I remind her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

I slide my hand into Sarah’s dress, my fingertips skimming the lace edge of her bra.

I don’t rush. This is what we’ve been missing—the anticipation, the slow burn, the way she melts under my hands the longer I make her wait.

And with Kat watching, I take my time, determined to make this a night neither of them will forget.

“Do you remember what I used to do to you?” I ask softly. “How I used to tease you until you couldn't take it anymore?”

“Yes, Sir,” she breathes.

The way she squirms under my teasing touch as I run my hands over her body tells me she’s enjoying this just as much as I am. Dipping my fingers under the hem of her dress, I slide the fabric up her thighs and past her hips to expose her panties. “I used to make you beg for it,” I continue. “You’dbegfor me to touch you, beg me to fuck you.”

Sarah whimpers, squeezing her thighs together desperate for more friction. “Please,” she whispers.

I chuckle and lean in closer, dropping my voice to the low tone that always makes her go weak. “Beg for it.”

Behind us, Kat shifts on the chair, the sound of fabric against leather filling the otherwise quiet room. I glance over my shoulder at her to make sure she’s not uncomfortable with this. Her gaze is fixed on us, full of interest and desire. Perfect.

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