Page 4 of Fierce Vows

Again, her fingers tense, shifting slightly at her sides, but Willow knows better than to cross her arms over her body, knowing that trying to hide herself will only earn her a list of corrections that I’ll dish out as punishments later.

The room is extra cold thanks to the air conditioning that has been running for the past hour.My breath frosts lightly to the lowered setting that will add to her discomfort in this teasing stage, knowing we will heat the room with the warmth and frenzy of three bodies shortly.Usually a bed occupies the middle of the room, but this time a desk sits at the back, an oversized ornate birdcage by its side, sprayed gold.A pink blanket rests in its base.Luxurious and perfect.The only utilitarian part of the entire display is a heavy link chain that currently dangles along its side.

Luca scoops Willow’s dress from the ground, slicing through it and destroying the material systematically until it’s no more than a pile of turquoise ribbons and scattered sequins, which he secures to a wrist or ankle, tight enough to not cut off her circulation, just enough play to give her the illusion she might be able to break free.

There won’t be any escape from what we want.The back of the blade in Luca’s hand glides along her spine, and across her lower back.There’s no risk of cutting her, but in her heightened state, she won’t know that.

“Spread your legs.”

He presses the handle against her asshole until she squirms while I fix her impromptu cuffs to the silken ropes installed on the floor.Collecting her hands gently, I graze them across my mouth and raise them over her head, fixing her in place there too.

Luca stills.We’ve hit a point we agreed to complete.From here on in, the night goes as we decide in the moment.I shrug my indifference, tracing my fingers along her sides as he grazes a second blade along the insides of her thighs.I find her tender spots and leave my touches light until she’s a gasping, writhing mess beneath my touch.

“Be still.”Luca’s whiplash command has its desired effect.

Willow freezes with a whimper while I continue to lightly torture her.Luca holds my gaze as he puts pressure on the handle of his knife where it rests against her asshole and pushes it gently.

Willow’s mouth opens, but nothing—not even a breath—slips out.Her legs tremble, but it’s not from trying.I relent, cupping her breasts and twisting her nipples fiercely.Her cry cuts through the room as Luca assaults her asshole with the handle of his favorite knife.Willow trembles in her cuffs and heels, striving for balance.

Just because I’m an asshole, I push a hand into the middle of her back, shoving her forward.My wife tips forward, and struggles for balance, only to find she’s impaling herself on Luca’s knife, inching forward in her absence.

“Rafe—” she gasps, the first tears pouring from beneath her blindfold.

I lick away each one with a groan.“You know what your tears mean to me, Raven.”

She nods, sobbing softly.Not from pain, or too much of anything she doesn’t want, just the perfect overload of stimulation, leading her to a breaking point.

Perfection.

“Let’s see how much that turns your pretty slut on,” Luca murmurs softly, his voice cruel, hard and savage over our joint seduction.

He presses the hilt of the other knife against her pussy, and she bears down on the handle, impaling herself with ease.My hands flex on her nipples, begging to coat myself in her dripping cunt, but this is Luca’s playtime, and I can wait.

A small sob escapes her lips, one she tries to swallow, but it’s too late.Even I can see the slick on the hilt of his blade in the darkness.Luca has no problem sliding the knife in and out of my wife’s cunt.Without touching her more I can feel her clenching on it, knowing what her impending orgasm on my cock feels like.

I rub my knuckles hard over the front of my pants.“Be a good slut and thank your chef for fucking you with his knives.Maybe he’ll let you suck on them when he prepares your dinner next time.”I force myself not to grind on her, and know Luca is using every inch of his willpower not to do the same.We will take our pleasure once she’s nicely ruined.

She nods, then stills, her brow dipping when I tip her head back and spit into her mouth.

“Our good little Raven, taking my knives,” he whispers, licking the insides of her thighs coated in her own fluids, his tongue close to the blade’s edge.“Now suck for me.”He tosses the knife away that was in her ass a second before, raising the one from her pussy to her lips.

She kisses the handle.“Thank you, Chef,” she breathes, sticking out her tongue for him to lay the knife on like a fucking platter.He obliges, breathing hard, his eyes dilating as she licks and sucks the engraved wooden handle, tracing her tongue across his name embedded there, showing his ownership.

His smile widens as she realizes what she’s doing.

“Yes.This is my payment for tonight’s ownership of you, too.”

Willow cries out, trembling as she comes at the mere thought of him claiming her, even for a short time.Her heady scent washes over us, stripping away who we are and leaving a pair of ravenous beasts in our places, ready to tear into her fresh meat.

Her body shakes all over, and I realize it’s not from her orgasm but from fear, though she stays in place and remains silent.That she trusts me—us—not to rip her apart hardens me impossibly at the concept she gives her all to us.

Without being able to see her face, that’s all we have.

I watch her closely, pressing my body, fully clothed, to her naked one.Willow sighs, letting the ropes take her weight as my hands roam her body.Luca tosses the other knife at the desk.It clatters in the silence of the room punctuated by Willow’s soft noises.I tip her head back as though I’ll kiss her and motion Luca in.

His large hands frame her face as she stills, her ass pressed against my aching cock.I reach between us to free myself as he kisses her, plunging his tongue over and over into her mouth without sealing his lips around hers fully.I get it—this is just sex.It’s raw, fulfilling even, but she’s not his submissive.

She’s mine.

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