Page 19 of Four Calling Birds

I almost laughed. Was he serious?

“Two.”

“Hopefully that’s not how long you last, now.”

“One.”

He grabbed something from the nightstand drawer. It was my knife and the Forget Me Not necklace.

The knife hand was… frightening and thrilling.

He took one breast in his mouth, sucking on it until I whined in ecstasy. Then the knife went down to my jeans.

“Take them off, or I cut them off,” he said, his mouth tracing a line down my abdomen, to my navel. His tongue swirled around it, and I scrambled to pull down my pants. A small, practical voice in my mind reminded me these, and the cargo pants I wore when I was dropped here, were the only ones I had. At least the only ones that I knew of.

I kicked them away as he stepped between my naked thighs.

He dangled the pendant in the other hand, letting it loop around his middle finger. He slowly lowered it until the pendant touched the spot between my breasts. Then he let the silver chain land in a straight line, until the clasp touched the top of my belly button.

“You’re going to stay very, very still,” he said, taking the knife and tapping the flat part of it against my cheek to emphasize his words. “If that necklace moves, you’ll be punished.”

“W-w-what?” He had never,everbeen like this.

Our sex had always been good. Energetic. We were two very athletic people giving in to carnal desires. But we had been pretty vanilla. Our passion had been enough for us. But this was a different man entirely!

“You heard me,wife,”he said with a drop of malice in his voice. “You’re going to divorce me anyway. So, I have no need to be nice. I can finally fuck youexactlyhow I’ve wanted to. And you’re going to give it to me.”

“What makes you think I will?” I couldn’t help myself. I’m a smart ass. I’m stubborn to a fault.

“Because, believe it or not, you actually feel like shit for leaving me.” He positioned his mouth at the sensitive little spot between my thigh and my mound. The little hip flexor protruded. He bit down on the skin, and I flinched. “If there’s no chance of keeping you, then I get to do what I want, while I have the rights to do so.”

This was all bullshit. I knew it. He knew it. There were no such things as marital rights, or naked rights. There sure as hell wasn’t a requirement for a wife toserviceher husband.

But fuck, hearing him talk like that was hot. Hotter than anything he had ever done before. And what did it say about me that his threats, his demands made me so wet that it was almost embarrassing.

He pried my legs apart, the blade in his hand -myblade - hovering dangerously close to my skin.

“Now, stay very still,” he said again, in that deep, booming voice he had only ever reserved for his own soldiers.

Without preamble, he dove between my thighs, sucking at my clit. I didn’t stand a chance. My hips bucked to meet his assault. I wanted him. I needed him. My hands shot out, fingers intertwining in his hair as I pulled his head into me, wanting more contact, more friction. In the back of my mind, I felt the necklace fall off my body and onto the bed, but I didn’t care. I was chasing my high. Chasing my passion. I felt greedy and ravenous for him.

Just as I was about to crest that wave, he stopped, pushing away, making me feel hot, empty, greedy.

“No!” I whined, “Please. Mack…”

He smirked down at me, the blade still in his hand. “Bad girl.”

He ran the tip of the cold steel down my clavicle, between my breasts where the pendant was noticeably absent.

“Please, I was so close,” I whimpered, as the knife edge tickled my skin, making me tremble.

“I know. But you didn’t do as you were told.” He leaned down, picked up the pendant, and lay it down on my heated skin again. I swear, I could have melted an ice cube, the way my body felt fevered. “Now, let’s try that again. Stay still, or you’ll never get to come.”

12. Bad Girls, Good Husbands

Mack

Ihadalwaysspoiledher rotten. How could I not? An ape like me had a smart, beautiful wife with a red-blooded lust that was hard to keep up with. I was so eager to please her in every way, in and out of bed. I gave her what she liked, and enjoyed her pleasure like it was my own personal drug.

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