Page 30 of His Wife

“First. You need to trust me. You need to know that I won’t let any harm come to you no matter what I ask you to do. Understand?”

He pops the top button of my jeans, and I whimper.

“Say you understand, Leandra.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” He exhales into the nape of my neck, and the warmth of his body and the spicy scent of his cologne ward off the Italian cold.

“Second.” His fingers are deft and sure as he undoes every button. “This one goes hand-in-hand with the first.” I lean my head back against his shoulder. “You will do everything I ask, without question. You hesitating just now, not coming to me after I asked, simply because you’re afraid of falling, is un-fucking-acceptable. Do you understand me?”

Authority is locked around every word, his voice low and commanding. It’s the voice of a man used to getting his way, demanding nothing but obedience. No matter how intense my fear of falling is, my instinct to obey him is much stronger.

“Understand,” I whisper, wishing he would slip his hand between my legs. But he doesn’t, leaving me aching for his touch.

“Now, this brings me to the third—and it’s a big one, Leandra. It’s not up for negotiation, and if you disobey this rule, I will leave your pussy empty of me for a long time.”

He has both hands on my waist now, clutching the waistband of my jeans. “This is the last time you ever wear fucking pants. Understand?” With a sharp yank, he tugs my jeans down, taking my panties with it. The fabric is bunched around my knees, and I know he’s staring down at my naked ass. I can feel his gaze burning my flesh. Every inch of my body is electrified and alive under his spell.

My hips move as he works to unzip his own pants, and my pussy clenches as he drags the wet tip of his cock through the slit of my ass. “Dresses, skirts, that’s all you’re allowed to wear.” A hand slips around my waist and dips between my legs, an expert finger finding my clit and making me moan. My nipples harden even more, the silk blouse feeling rough and rugged against them. “I don’t want something as insignificant as goddamn pants in my way when I want to fuck my wife. Understand?”

I’m breathless. So wet. The circles he draws around my clit have every muscle tied to the pleasure pulsing from that one sensitive nub to every bone in my body.

“Do you understand?” Abruptly, his hand is gone, a moan echoing from my throat followed by a gasp as he bends me forward, my chest against the ledge.

“Yes, I understand.” I whimper, and he tugs at the belt wrapped around my wrists before slapping both palms on my ass, spreading me open so he can sink into me with one hard thrust. My cries echo over the city in front of me, reverberating off the buildings around us.

He fills me, every inch of him sinking into my aching pussy. The sensation of him moving inside me is overwhelming like it’s the first time. I can’t move with him; the jeans around my knees and belt tied around my hands make it impossible. I’m completely at his mercy, having to trust him to give my body what it needs. Leather bites into my wrists, and denim chafes against my skin. But the pain only intensifies to anticipation for pleasure.

“Do you think someone is watching us right now, stray?” He stills for a moment, his dick still hard and deep inside me.

“I sure hope so,” I murmur, utterly possessed with a lust that only he can evoke.

A shudder moves up my spine as his palms ease along the flesh of my ass. “You know what I think?”

“That you’d like to make me come?”

He snickers. “In due time. I think…” With his palms, he spreads me wider, and I imagine him watching as he slowly rears back. “I think if I were a religious man, I would have prayed for you my entire life.” He spears back into me, the hard edge of the half-wall scraping against my stomach. “I think God created you just for me even though He knew I’d corrupt you.”

“You’re wrong,” I mutter, trying to move my hips. “I’ve been corrupted all along. You just turned the ugliness of it into something…beautiful.”

Alexius pounds into me with such force my heels lift off the ground, and my heart hiccups as my gaze falls, realizing how high up we are. The ground seems so far away, and if he wanted to, he could easily throw me over. Just one simple nudge, and I’d fall to my end.

As if he could read my mind, he grips the belt with one hand. “I won’t let you fall, stray. Never.”

The smack of his palm against my ass reverberates around us in the open air, and I moan as he sinks into me completely, hitting my core with his swollen cock. Holding me in place, he slams into me so hard that my hip bones hit against the edge of the wall, my breasts now past the edge as I’m halfway over the barrier. It’s both terrifying and thrilling, but the trust is there. It’s keeping the panic at bay, allowing the anticipation to build. With one relentless thrust after the other, each movement harder and faster than the last. My pussy throbs and clenches, my orgasm building, my body tied with the chains of a climax I know will tear through me at any moment.

“You want to come?”

“God, yes.”

All it takes is another single thrust—hard, deep, fucking divine—and my orgasm explodes through me, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I cry out.

Alexius doesn’t stop, his grunts of pleasure licking against the back of my neck, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.

He slows, our breathing rapid, chasing for air. Still glancing down at the streets below us, people indulging in the sweetness of doing nothing.“Dolce far niente.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, Alexius,” I whisper as he pulls my pants back up and over my hips.

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