Page 6 of The Almost One

Sometimes, it’s just too easy to rile her up and it’s nevernotfun.

Leaving my shirt draped over the back of my office chair, I turn off all the lights and slowly make my way up to our bedroom. I’m teasing myself by taking my time. Torturing is more like it but just like my wife, I’m a fan of the anticipation. The chase. The expectancy of seeing her laid out on my bed, primed for the taking. Barefoot with only half of my zipper pulled up to avoid losing my slacks, I reach my door and push it all the way open with only my index finger.

Just as I knew she would be, River Fox-Mancini is propped up by the pile of pillows at the headboard, not a single stitch on her. Long, silky legs are an open invitation to my watering mouth, and right there, at the apex of her perfect thighs, are two long fingers circling her swollen nub.

“Such a good girl.” I try to keep my tone even, but my libido is running wild like an out-of-control forest fire, making my voice crack on the last word. I don’t need to look at her face to know she’s enjoying my fight for control.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. I happen to like getting myself off.” I don’t doubt her and, more than that, I love how comfortable she is with her sexuality.

“Was stripping in front of the help and our guest part of your own personal foreplay?” I push my slacks down and palm my cock. My strokes are nearly painful as I watch her fingers accelerate her practiced movements. Without consciously doing so, I realize I’m jacking myself off to the rhythm she’s set for herself. Or maybe she’s flicking her clit to the beat of my hand. In the end, it doesn’t matter. The only thing I care about is making my wife feel good, and for that, she needs to know who’s in control.

“Maybe. I didn’t hear you kick ourguestto the curb.” The word “guest” is spit out like venom and the way she’s overtly showing me her jealousy is making me harder by the second.

“I have manners, Tesoro. Unlike my wife, who not only bared her ass to a woman she didn’t know, but also made our staff uncomfortable.” Stefano didn’t see a fucking thing or else his eyes would be frying like eggs in a pan. Elizabeth? Well, I suppose she got a good eyeful of a perfect ass. “Not to mention you flipped me off not once…” I kneel at the altar of my wife’s cunt without missing a beat of my strokes, “but five times.” With my free hand I reach out and pinch her nipple—hard—before grabbing her entire tit and squeezing until I can hear her breath catching in her throat.

Still, she defies me.

“You were being a controlling asshole, so I figured I’d let you know.”

“Hmm, that’s six. Are you feeling a little neglected, Tesoro?” My eyes scan the length of her body as I decide how I want to punish her.

“No. I’m pissed off.”

Change of plans. I jump off the bed, releasing my cock and making my way to the dresser, where I slide out a thick leather belt.

This will do nicely.

“Don’t stop playing with your clit, Tesoro, you’re going to need the distraction.” Folding the belt in two, I snap the leather together and glance over my shoulder as the sound echoes around the room. River cocks a beautiful brow at me as though to say, “Is that all you’ve got?” and I can’t help the roar of laughter that erupts from my mouth.

This fucking woman.

“I’m not afraid of being tied to the headboard, Marco. Actually, I’m a little disappointed that’s all you’ve got.”

She’s right about one thing, I’m about to bind her wrists. Not because I want to scare her, but because not being able to touch me has always been punishment for her. If she ever tried to keep me from running my hands all over her I’d probably lose my fucking mind, so it’s something I can understand.

Taking her wrists, I wrap the belt around them three times before I’m confident she’s incapable of getting loose, then I secure her to the steel hook I had installed during her rebellious stage, during which she slept elsewhere than her bed.

My bed.

Our fucking marital bed.

“How am I supposed to rub my clit now?” That fucking mouth is going to be too busy to sass off.

The belt I slide from my belt loops, I use on her ass.

At the foot of the bed, I grab on to her ankles and in one quick move, she’s turned onto her stomach, the perfect globes of her ass in the air for my viewing pleasure.

“This ass, Tesoro?” One flick of the wrist and the sound of leather against flesh makes my cock jump with a familiar thrill. “It’s mine. Mine to punish and mine to fuck.”

The red flash of skin is immediate and now I can’t think of anything except fucking it.

But I’ve got a sassy wife who needs me.

In rapid successions, I decorate her ass cheeks with streaks of pinks and reds until I reach a total of six.

Six lashes for six disrespectful words.

Only then do I turn her right back around and discard my belt as my eyes fall to her rapidly rising and falling chest. When I look down to her pussy, I almost come all over myself at the sight of her wetness coating her lips and thighs.

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