Page 42 of His Wife

“What exactly are you saying?”

He nudges my chin, so I crane my neck, looking up at him in the dim light. “No one touches you, and I am the only man who gets to fuck you. Other than that,” he places a gentle kiss on my jaw, “your fantasies are an open field tonight.”

ChapterSeventeen

LEANDRA

You get those moments where everything that lights up your senses seems surreal, like a dream where you know you’re dreaming, but you don’t care. You allow it to be real. You let yourself get swept away by the fantasy, losing yourself in it even though you know reality could snatch you from it at any moment.

This is one of those moments.

I’m vaguely aware of Alexius’ hand on my back as my gaze drifts from one corner of the room to the other. The music is sensual and erotic, a coiling cadence that reflects the image in front of me—a cage suspended in the air, the girl locked inside, gagged, tied, naked, and on her spread knees. The champagne bubbling in the glasses of masked guests lounging on luxury sofas feels like it’s flowing through my veins, electricity crackling inside me. The lust. The sex. It’s seeping through my pores, caressing my skin. It’s penetrating my blood.

The guests aren’t just men. There are women staring at the caged girl, their eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. Golden hues from the dim light spread a vibrant opulence throughout the room. The combination of elegance and sex is more intoxicating than a single element I see before me.

It’s easy to see that the girl in the cage is aware of the eyes on her, the guests drinking her in. It’s thrilling her to know the sight of her naked body in submission is igniting a palpable lust among the crowd. She’s relishing the sensation of their gazes crawling over her.

In silence, Alexius and I move around the room. I’m speechless, taking it all in, and he’s allowing me to without distraction. My body is buzzing, picking up every ounce of sexual tension from everyone around us, and when he reaches to touch the small of my back, I gasp as sparks ignite in my belly. His touch is electric, a sensation I could easily get lost in.

Alexius nods in the direction of a man standing across the room at the far end, and the cage starts to lower as it slowly turns so everyone can see her from every angle. Her small body is displayed in a way that makes her seem like a tame animal, a dream for those who do not crave the hunt and simply want their loot to fall in their lap.

With his hand still on my back, Alexius applies the smallest amount of pressure, urging me to walk closer to the cage. I’m tense and thrilled simultaneously, my insides knotted with nervous energy.

The woman in the cage is beautiful. Her jet-black hair is tied in a sleek high ponytail, perfectly exposing the flush in her cheeks and the long lashes framing her dark, hooded eyes. Rosy lips are clasped around the red ball-gag, and she radiates with a sexual allure that reaches past the golden bars of the cage. There’s no need for her to stand and sway her hips for me to know her thin waist and full ass make for killer curves. She’s a goddess. A siren, and she has everyone here under her spell—including me.

A thin gold chain is tied around her neck, the delicate strings hanging down her back. I lick my lips as my gaze lowers to her full breasts. Her luscious pink nipples are erect, practically begging to be sucked and lapped until raw. The lights reflect off the gold bars, and it dances across her breasts, teasing down the trail between them. She’s so exposed, her naked body on full display. But it’s in her dark brown eyes that I see the enjoyment, that she’s indulging in sin just like the rest of us.

Abruptly, Alexius pulls me back against him, and I gasp when I feel how hard he is.

“Do you see how wet she is?” Alexius murmurs against my ear, his hands resting on my waist. “Her cunt is glistening.”

I lean my head to the side, staring past her parted knees while Alexius grinds his hips, his erection hard and insistent against my ass.

With her knees spread apart, I take in the lustrous folds of her shaved pussy coated with a sheen of wetness, the delicate pink flesh swollen and inviting.

“She’s turned on,” Alexius says. “She loves having eyes on her, knowing there are wet cunts and hard cocks in this room because of her.”

Staring at her wet cunt makes me hyperaware of my own, bare with no panties and throbbing with an ache to be filled. And the longer I look, the more turned on I become. This woman’s arousal is intoxicating, tingling along every nerve ending down my spine.

“Is your pussy wet, stray? Like hers?” He snakes his palms up to cup my breasts, and I whimper with bated breath. “Is your body primed to get fucked? Or would you prefer to watch her cunt get filled first?”

I moan in response. I can’t help it. The thought of watching this woman get fucked, her pussy filled up, it’s a mind-trip that has my body bursting at the seams, desire soaking my thighs while it blooms in my core.

I close my eyes when Alexius’ lips touch the nape of my neck, chills traveling down my spine at the feel of his tongue lapping against my skin. “This is just a taste of what this place has to offer, the tip of what I want you to experience here tonight.” Through the fabric of my dress, he pinches my nipples, and I let out a breath. “The question is, are you ready for it?”

The way my body hums, the way my skin is electrified and sex soaked, there is no denying it. I want more. I want to delve deeper into this world that seems so far away from ours—a world where nothing but depraved desires and sordid seduction matter.

“I am.” The words roll from my tongue with the same amount of heat that has my blood simmering.

“Good girl.” I can feel him smiling as he kisses my neck once more. “Come on.”

He takes my hand. It’s warm and comforting, a reminder that he’s here with me. We’re unraveling together.

My pulse is all over the place, my heart thumping rapidly against my chest, a mess of things I’ve never felt before. It’s exhilarating, but a sense of unease lingers. Alexius is used to sex clubs and erotic acts that could make some cringe with disgust while others drowned in fantasies just like this. But to me, this is all new, unchartered territory, and I’d be lying if I say I’m not intrigued.

We’re halfway up the stairs, and I’m not sure if it’s my sweaty palm or rapid breathing, but Alexius seems to sense my unease as he presses my back against the stone wall, crystal blue eyes piercing my soul, a dark abyss that swallows me whole. It’s like the world stops spinning whenever he looks at me this way—like I’m the one thing that keeps his heart from dying, and he hates me for it. He despises the control his affection toward me has over him.

“Don’t be afraid of it.”

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