Page 61 of Caged in Desire
“Seeing you in your monogrammed pajamas with my ‘S’ prominently displayed in the middle is an aphrodisiac, Kitten. As is seeing these stockings on the mantel,” I say, nipping her bottom lip between my teeth, then pulling back so I can look into her beautiful eyes.
“The stockings are sexy?” she asks, clearly confused as I bend down to kiss her again.
“Mm-hmm,” I murmur into her neck, then kiss my way up to her ear. “Only two this year, and there’s plenty of room. Next year…who knows?”
Her hands reach under my pajama top as she moans, raking her nails down my abs and pulling a growl from me at the sensation. I’m about to throw her over my shoulder when the doorbell rings. Both of us look at the other, confused, since we weren’t expecting anyone, but before I even reach the door, I hear Jack’s voice as he cracks jokes at my expense.
“I told you, they probably won’t even hear the bell from the sex dungeon…Oh! Hi guys!” he says, having the decency to look sheepish as I open the door.
“Hello, you two,” Katarina says sweetly, stepping under my arm to usher them out of the cold. As it turns out, my sister and Jack were out shopping and decided to stop by and say hello. Sighing, I tuck my hard cock up into my pajama bottoms and resign myself to family time instead of family-making time.
Our evening ended up being lovely. We played Christmas Clue, and I wiped the floor with everyone else, even Katarina. As we’re brushing our teeth for the night after Jack and Margot finally left, I can’t help but tease her.
“I’m just unsure how you manage to have such an analytical mind, destroy me regularly in chess, and simultaneously be so bad at Clue.” I bend over laughing again because it’s unbelievable how bad she is.
Yawning, she finishes with her teeth and smacks my ass on the way to the bed.
“It’s not my fault! After Sasha and I came to literal blows when we were nine, it was banned in my house! I’m not even bad. I’m just rusty. You just wait,” she says as she yawns again and climbs naked into her side of the bed.Fuck,I’m glad we both agree that skin to skin is our preferred way to sleep. “I’m going to read that rule book front to back and dig into strategy online. You’ll never beat me again!”
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I tuck her in.
“I’m sure you’re right, Kitten.”
Sleepily, she reaches for my hand as I move to leave the room.
“Are you not coming to bed?” she asks.
“I’m going to go do the usual walk-through and check the alarms, darling,” I say with one more soft kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Mmm,” she mumbles, turning and burrowing into the plush comforter. “Come back soon so you can ravish me. Margot and Jack ruined the moment earlier.”
Chuckling, I promise I will as I go to walk through the house, knowing she’ll be asleep well before I make it to bed. Usually, I do this earlier in the day since nobody else comes in or out. Margot and Jack were a deviation from the routine, though, and nothing is as important to me as keeping Katarina safe. After my walk and checking that the systems are armed, I finally make my way back to my sleeping wife. Pulling her to me, I breathe in the scent of her hair, shampoo mixed with Christmas aromas from our time in the kitchen today.
She feels like home and hope, and I drift into a deep sleep.
Blinking, I turn to my bedside clock to see it reflecting 2:00 at me. I’m not sure what’s disturbed my sleep, as usually I have no issue sleeping through the night. Especially now that Katarina is my personal heating pad, keeping me cozy. After going to the bathroom to relieve myself, I come back to bed but stop to admire my wife.
She’s sprawled out like always, half on her side and half on her stomach, with one leg tucked up to her chest and the other stretched behind. Normally, any movement from me in the night also wakes her, but she indulged in a fair bit of mulled wine with Jack tonight, so I’m not surprised she’s out like a light.
My wife is a work of art, I can’t help but think. White-blonde hair pale in the moonlight, full lips and breasts, a little tummypouch that I’m proud of, because she’s been spending too much time on my dick to work out as much as she used to. Long legs for her height parted just enough to see her perfect cunt, glistening slightly in the light peeking in from the window.
I’m fully awake now, and so is my cock, hardening immediately as we stare at our favorite place. A devilish idea comes to mind, another of my firsts that I can give to Katarina. I told her that I would use her whenever I pleased, and after thinking about adding stockings to the mantel earlier, I can’t believe I let her go to sleep without being full of me. Time to fix that.
Slowly, I move onto the bed, the mattress dipping slightly beneath my weight but redistributing it well. With one knee inside her straight leg, I use the other to gently bend her top legjusta touch more, and she doesn’t stir at all other than a tiny twist onto her stomach, opening herself up for me. Parting her lips with my thumb and middle finger, I use my other hand to slide one exploratory finger inside.
Fuck.She’s so tight and warm, my perfect little girl always ready for my cock. Keeping one finger deep inside, I slowly rub her clit until I feel her moistening around me and opening up around my finger. Crooking my finger inside, I give her G-spot a few solid strokes before pulling some of her wetness out to coat her entrance. Spitting on my cock, I’ve lost all patience. This will have to be wet enough.
Pressing against her little hole, I have to stop myself from groaning as I slowly but steadily push in. She’s still sogoddamntight, even with me fucking her multiple times a day. By the time I’m seated against her ass, looking down at her serene face, I’m already close to coming. Since I’m not in any hurry, I stay deep without thrusting, watching her eyelids flutter and her breasts rise and fall slowly as she breathes deeply in her sleep.
Testing her, I pull almost all the way out, then plunge slowly back in, but she sleeps on with the minimal jostling. I’m not sure if I’d rather see the shock on her face as she wakes up with me inside her or her confusion tomorrow morning. The idea of her waking up a little sore tomorrow, sticky between the thighs and not knowing why, has me unable to stop myself. I can’t help but groan, hitting her cervix as I come deep inside my wife.
My noise has finally woken her, and as she sleepily blinks her eyes open, I see her realize something’s hard and inside her, and her eyes open wide in panic. She tries to kick me off, and I see her open her mouth to scream. Quickly covering her mouth with my hand, I lean over so that I’m in her field of vision and she can see who’s fucking her.
“Shhh, Kitten. It’s me, okay? It’s Daddy. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep,” I say, and when her eyes light up in realization of what’s happened, they roll back as she groans and comes on my still hard cock. Her squeezing the life out of me pulls me under, and I fill her up once again with almost painful thrusts.
Easing myself out of her, I see that she did as I said and fell right back asleep. Pulling the comforter over us both, I join her quickly, feeling much more settled than earlier with my wife full of me by my side.
Bleary-eyed, I wake as I feel Katarina stirring beside me. She’s curled on my bicep as usual, but flips over to face me and drape her arm across my chest, playing lazily with my chest hair. Turning my head to face her, I see her eyes are still squinty withsleep as she nuzzles into my side. Marital bliss has made my wife less of a morning person, and I can’t blame her. I never want to leave a bed that she’s in, either.
