Page 126 of Chalk Outline
“Is that so?”
“Mhmmm,” I confirm.
“Your walls welcome me in, telling me how much you missed me.”
“Yes. With every piece of my heart.”
“That’s what my horny wife wants, to be fucked? I need to hear your safe word, Baby.”
He quickly tears off my underwear before grabbing the knife from the table and ripping my shirt in half. The cold metal presses against my skin as the fabric falls to my feet.
Naked, I stand before his captivated gaze with an admiring grin.
I missed that look.
Those starry eyes gaze down at me as if I were their dark sky.
“Moth,” I answer.
Metal locks around my wrists. “If you get out of these cuffs again, you’ll be seriously punished,” he warns.
I’ll take that as a suggestion.
He wraps an arm around my back possessively, pulling my cuffed hand behind my back and pushing me forward gently as he strides toward the balcony. Pinned against the glass, he spreads my legs apart with his knee, keeping them separated as his fingers slip between my thighs and inside me again.
He doesn’t go all the way in.
I count eight quick thrusts, and then the ninth goes slower, longer, all the way in. My eyes roll to the back of my head. Chills surge through me. He seizes the moment to bite down on the shell of my ear.
“You like that, don’t you?”
I hum in approval.
He brings our cuffed hands to my breasts, showing me the knife he holds in his hand, and slowly glides the cool blade over my nipple, up my neck, and stops under my chin. My hand dangles in response to his movements, like a puppet operated by its master’s string. “You couldn’t wait to be punished, huh?”
“If it serves me well, why not?”
“I know my wife too well.” He uses the same thrust method repeatedly. Eight quick thrusts. Then a slow, deep thrust.
The recipe for an Instant brain fog.
My free hand glides around his back, fingernails denting his skin and leaving crescent marks as the tingling sensation intensifies.
Dropping the knife to the floor, it echoes through the room as he wraps his now free hand around my throat, trailing his forefinger along my jaw. “Good. Take it before I stretch you with my studded cock.”
I completely forgot that he has a mouth-watering surprise in his pants. “Please, I want you.”
“Fuck, I love it when you beg. Do you trust me?” he asks, sounding more vulnerable than before.
I open my eyes and look into his. “Make me trust you.”
With a quick nod, he spins me around and slams me face-first into the glass, inserting the two fingers with my arousal back into my center. My puckered nipples press against the cool surface, craving the friction of his touch. My back curves as he drags his tongue up my spine, wetting my heated flesh up to my nape.
My short breaths create steam trails on the glass.
I whimper at his rough kisses just before he sinks his teeth into my earlobe like a savage animal, bruising my sensitive skin, and licking it to soothe me.
A harsh slap lands on my ass.
