Page 152 of Ward Willing
Clenching my teeth together, I tighten everything again by one hole. And again, her greedy, little cunt loves every second of it.
“How about now?” I ask, my voice husky.
“It’s perfect,” she says. “Fuck, Liam, I’m already close.”
I groan when she uses my name, because I know it means she’s frenzied and frantic, not thinking straight, not pretending anymore. She’s dropped the facade, instead resorting to our normal dynamic. And truth be told, when she’s out of her mind like this, it’s my favorite. Because I know what to watch for.
Because I know how to take care of her.
“You’re close?” I ask, dragging my cock out before slamming into her. I grip her restraints for purchase, using them to pull myself into her dripping pussy.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Keep pulling—harder?—”
I reach down to the bed and grab the thing I’ve been aching for—the thing I discovered is my one weakness when I started really exploring my kinks years ago.
The gag strap is made of leather, and the actual ball is made of black silicone. I fasten it around her head, smiling when she opens her mouth for it.
“Since you can’t talk, just tap my hand three times if you need me to stop,” I murmur, maneuvering my hand inside of hers as my other hand presses down on her back to hold her down on the bed.
She moans, unable to speak, andfuck…the sight of my gorgeous wife, gagged and bound on the bed for me…
I hold my orgasm back, hissing and stalling a few times until she’s shuddering around me, until her pussy is squeezing me so relentlessly that I can’t help but fall over the edge with her. I explode inside of her, hips stuttering, seeing stars. When I’m finished, I quickly release the gag and it tumbles onto the bed. I do the same with the restraint, eyes scanning her to check for injuries when I’m done.
“I’m fine,” she says, her voice sleepy. “I promise.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, running my hands over her skin.
“Yes, Liam. I’m fine. Come cuddle me now.”
Lying down next to her, I pull her body into mine, wrapping one leg around her so that she can’t move. She laughs, knowing how possessive I get after a scene like that.
“I didn’t last long,” I tell her. “You teased me for too long.”
“You’re not the only one. You got me to agree to go back to the hotel room before the second drink. Touché.”
Chuckling, I move her hair away from the back of her neck and nuzzle my face against her scalp.
“Is it horrible that I kind of want to go to sleep now?” she asks, yawning.
“Why would it be horrible? I got to fuck and gag my wife. I’m a happy man.”
“I know, but we have the whole night, and Carolina is?—”
“Hey, let’s take the pressure off ourselves, okay? We need sleep as much as we need sex.”
“Fine. Maybe some morning sex, then?”
“Oh, most definitely. But first, go use the restroom. I’ll get us some water and food.”
Zoe sits up and gazes down at me. “My aftercare knight in shining armor,” she teases.
Rolling my eyes, I swat her ass as she giggles and runs to the bathroom. I climb out of bed, grumbling, before setting up our snack station. Fortunately, I had room service stop by with all kinds of food that I can reheat in the kitchen, so I go about making us a full meal. I know she hasn’t eaten since lunch and is likely beyond starving. Zoe joins me a minute later wearing a white robe that matches mine, and then we take our feast to the couch.
“Oh my god, breakfast burritos!” She moans, taking a massive bite of her burrito.
I laugh as I watch her eat, as I realize that as wonderful as being her Dom is, I love being her husband and caring for her just as much.
“I figured you’d want something hearty.”
