He flashed a sexy grin and her brain melted. “You don’t know how sex works? You seemed to do all right the other night.”
“No. That’s not what I meant. I—what I mean is—do we keep it doing this until one of us says we don’t want to? I don’t want to assume that just because I’m on board means you want me.”
He caught a strand of her hair and rubbed it between his fingers. “What would make you think that, lass? I’ve thought of little else but getting you alone so I can taste your sweet pussy again.”
“Oh,” she whispered, staring up at her husband, needing him to take charge. Because she was feeling inept and worried that this had all been one big mistake. But those were her issues after years of abuse.
Jasper slid his hand into her hair and slid his other hand down her back, drawing her body flush against him. The air whooshed from her lips as she stared at his hungry mouth. Her hands found their home against his chest. “I say we keep doing this until we decide to stop.”
“Are you going to take me to your dungeon?”
He flashed a sexy smirk. “Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to make love to my wife.”
He growled the last part of his statement. The deep rumble vibrated against her chest.
Then he crushed her lips, kissing her until every single thought evaporated and he dominated every part of her being. She moaned against his hungry mouth. It was the opening he needed to plunge his tongue inside.
With his mouth trained on hers, his hands slid to her shoulders. He drew the thin straps of her negligee down her arms. He tugged the silken material down her torso, shoving it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. With his mouth trained on hers, he shifted and scooped her up beneath her knees.
Then he carried her over to the bed and set her down on the mattress. Only then did he lift his mouth. They were down to only their underwear. He wedged himself between her thighs. His thick manhood pressed against his briefs. The black material was as soft as kid gloves.
What was he waiting for?
“Lay back for me, wife.”
With her bottom lip clenched between her teeth, she lowered her body until her back was cushioned on the mattress. He looked imposing and sinful as he stared, like he was trying to decide where he wanted to begin. He placed a palm on the mattress beside her shoulder and hunched over her form.
The move pressed his hips and erection against her slit, with only the thin material of their underwear separating them.
Then he traced his fingertips over her shoulders and down to her breasts. He circled the areolas, paying close attention as they lewdly jutted toward the ceiling.
“So pretty. I’d bet they’d look fantastic with clamps on them. We need to establish a safeword for you, lass.”
“You told me to use red. Can we stay with that? Otherwise, I might forget.” Because when he touched her, and all her brainpower evaporated.
“Red it is.”
“Am I going to need it?” She shivered beneath his hungry stare and not in fear but in thrilling excitement.
“Possibly. But it’s doubtful you’ll need it tonight.”
She traced her fingertips over his chest. “I want you to show me what you like. I can’t know unless you show me. And I want it to be good for you too.”
If anything, his gaze darkened further with carnal depravity. “Bloody hell, you’re killing me, woman. Fine. Panties off. And I want you on your back in the center of the bed with your thighs spread.”
The change in his demeanor from sweet husband to imposing Dom was like he flipped a switch. The sudden change poured liquid fire into her veins. Freya didn’t understand why his dominance got her so hot; all she knew was that it did. She scrambled to obey. Removing her panties, she situated herself on her back with a pillow beneath her head. And then spread her thighs to his hungry gaze.
“Oh fuck me, I can tell you’re wet from here. Stay. I need to grab a few things from my goody bag.” He padded into the closet and returned a few minutes later with his hands full.
Beside her on the bed, he laid a tube of lube, a small jeweled butt plug, and handcuffs.
“Give me your hands.” His command slithered through her.
Freya held out her hands. He affixed the black leather cuffs lined with feather-soft material on the inside. She wished it felt odd to have him put cuffs on her, but for the first time in her life, everything clicked into place and felt right. Like this was a part of the sex that she’d been missing her entire life, and a switch flipped inside her brain, allowing her to relax.
“Damn,” he murmured.
“Is something wrong?” Fear slashed through her.
“Only I never expected that you would wear my cuffs, lass, and find it’s hot as fuck,” he muttered darkly, his dark gaze scorching a trail over her body.
“Oh. Good.” She shivered beneath his hungry stare.
“We’ll try some simple bondage and anal play since you’re inexperienced in the lifestyle.”
She blushed and turned her face away, shame filling her. She didn’t understand why she wanted to be more than that for him.
He gripped her chin between his fingers and turned her face back toward him. “None of that now. Talk to me, lass. Where’d you just go?”
It took Freya a moment to respond. “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment.”
“Is that what you think?” His brows rose near his hairline in shock.
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Shite, if I ever meet your ex, I will thrash the daylights out of the motherfucker. Lass, listen to me. You’re not a disappointment to me. You’re a bloody revelation. And I’m so goddamn hard simply seeing you wear my cuffs I worry I won’t be able to control myself and make it good for you.” He grabbed one of her cuffed wrists and placed her palm over his straining erection. “This is all for you, lass. Because I ache to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock. It’s all I’ve thought about all day long. Do you know how many times over the past few days I’ve jacked off in the shower, thinking about you?”
“Show me.” The words were out of her mouth before she could take them back.
His gaze narrowed and pulsed with so much heat it was a wonder her body didn’t ignite in response. “You want to watch me jack off, lass? Is that one of your fantasies?”
It hadn’t been until now. But she wanted nothing more and nodded. “Yes.”
His expression turned downright lewd. He released her wrist and shoved his underwear down, then climbed into bed. He moved between her thighs. His thick erection jutted from his pelvis and had her licking her lips at the memory of him on her tongue.
“Play with your tits for me,” he growled, fisting his cock in his hand.
Entranced by the depraved sight, she cupped her breasts in her hands. Using her fingers, she teased and plucked at the nipples. His hot gaze landed on her chest as he stroked himself.
She didn’t know why, but it was incredibly hot. Lust thundered through her veins. And she wondered if she would climax simply from watching him jack off. Was it even possible?
He stopped stroking himself. She opened her mouth to protest, then moaned as he speared her pussy with two thick fingers. He pumped them in and out, coating his fingers with her cream. He withdrew them from her pussy and slicked her moisture over his shaft.