“You swear to that?” I gripped her waist, tugging her close.
“I swear to you, I adore you.”
“Well, that’s good to know. Cause there isn’t anyone on this earth that will love you more than me.”
“You promise?” She whispered, leaving tiny kisses along my neck.
Cupping her cheeks, I forced her to look at me. “I will walk through fire for you, Angel. You have to know that.”
She grinned at me and flung herself at me, her lips pressing to mine. A slow, soft kiss that took my breath away as her emotions swept through me. I’d finally found what I had lost so long ago, and for the first time in my life, I let myself fall.
Epilogue
Sarai
As the leather brushed my backside, I shivered. His deep rumble made me quake as I stood chained to the wall. “What you experience in this world can vary. A Submissive’s role is to please their Dom, and you seem to enjoy that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I trembled as he slid the base of the flogger between my thighs. The handle swept across my wet core and I moaned.
“But this dynamic is also about pushing boundaries, sexual contact, and above all,” he pressed his mouth to my ear. “it’s about intimacy.”
I turned my cheek, wanting to feel him closer. “Yes, Sir.”
“And you love being intimate with your husband, don’t you Angel?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He dragged the handle up along my pussy and I nearly came from the feel of the leather against my bare core. He chuckled and slid down my spine. “So receptive to my touch. Do you wish for my penetration, Sarai?”
“God. Yes, Sir.”
“What if I told you, you’ll only get it when I deem you ready.”
“Please get me ready, Sir.”
He swept the leather straps along my ass and I shuddered. “Good, girl.”
The power those two words held was beyond what I could have imagined. As soon as they left his lips I knew I wanted more. I wanted to be his good girl. I wanted him to make me his everything.
“Hold still.” I gripped the chains as he stepped away from me, knowing exactly what was coming.
“Do you trust that I won’t hurt you?”
“Always, Sir,” I whispered as the sound of the leather straps cut through the air and swatted at my back side. A soft sting radiated through me and I moaned as my juices flowed between my legs. He’d become more domineering in his ways with me since we married. More forceful and passionate. He owned me in every way and I let him know it in the way I came for him.
He came up behind me, pressing his chest against my back. His fingers delved along my swollen lips and I groaned in ecstasy from the feel of his warm touch. “Such a dirty girl. You want to be my dirty girl, don’t you?”
“More than anything, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl,” the leather swooshed in the air before striking me once again. The chains rattled as my body swayed from the impact. That heated sting remained as he caressed my heated flesh.
“Such pretty flesh deserves a flogging.” He stepped back, and I arched my back as the straps hit the backs of my thighs. The heat spread along my spine and I could feel my juices dripping. I felt his hands on my ass and his hot breath on my flesh. Looking behind me, I noticed he was kneeling behind me, his eyes roaming my body. “I bet you taste good today.”
“I… I don’t know, Sir.”
“Well, let’s find out.” His tongue dragged along my swollen core and I cried out, the sound of the chains only exciting me more. He knew exactly what he was doing to me as he pulled away, my juices gathered on his tongue as he tugged my hair, pulling my head back so he could deliver that first taste. His tongue tangled with mine, my essence lingering on my taste buds. I moaned into his mouth, letting him know just how much I enjoyed it.
He gently pulled back, his lips hovering over mine. “You taste like sin. Do you enjoy sinning, Sarai?”
“As long as it’s with you, yes,” I breathed and swayed on the chains, my body begging for more.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He shook his head slowly, pressing his lips to my mouth. “Speak the word.”
“Mercy,” I whimpered as his fingers fondled my eager pussy.
“Good, girl.” He smacked my ass and I swear that was it for me. The dirtiness, the sweetness, all mixed into this moment and I cried out, my arms trembling above me.
“You know what to do, Sarai. Count for me.”
The swoosh of the leather straps came down on my flesh and I cried out for him. “One!”
Again, and again, first one cheek then the other. He held such control that I completely let go. I could feel my body lift, tingling as the straps of the leather played along my flesh. I arched back crying out once again.
“F-five!”
He came up to me, the flogger dropping to the floor as his hand wrapped around my hair, tilting my head once again. His breathing was ragged, his look was intense. “Such a good dirty girl for her husband.”
He kicked my feet apart, spreading my thighs, and I whimpered as his cock slid up along my slickness. “Beg.”
His order was clear, he wouldn’t give it to me otherwise. And like any woman in need of her man, I begged. “Please, Sir. Please fill me with your cock. I beg you, please. I need you.”
“Why do you think you deserve it?” He rumbled against my neck.
“Because I love you!”
On that last torn out breath, he slid into me, stretching me along his thick shaft. His fingers wrapped around my neck, while his hand cupped my breast. My head turned to the side and there we were, our image reflected on the mirror. Me, pressed against the wall, my legs spread wide as he crouched behind me. The indent of his muscled ass, appearing and disappearing as he moved his hips into me. The motion was erotic, dirty, and I rocked back into him, needing him deeper, faster, harder.
I watched as he bit his lip, gripping my ass as he shifted. His stance was wide, his thrusts powerful, my breasts shaking in wanton lust as he fucked me. I clung to those chains, the sound of the metal clanking mixed with my needy whimpers, and the wetness of our cores clashing. It was all a dance. A sexy, undeniably animalistic dance. His hands ran down my back, gripping my waist as he pulled me against him. He grunted in ecstasy as I squeezed around him, and with a wicked look in his eye, he spanked me.
“I want to feel this tight little pussy cum on my cock, Sarai.”
“Oh my God,” I trembled against him, as he sped up those thrusts. His cock spread and filled me, and he felt so hard and hot inside of me. My pussy couldn’t help but clamp down on him and give him what he wanted. In and out he went as I cried out his name, completely shattering around him. My legs gave up and as I fell, he gripped me and covering my breasts with his arm, he held me up against the wall as he continued his incessant fucking.
The sensation was intense as my body responded to his, that sweet tingle coursed through me as he fucked me right into another orgasm, his mouth on my neck, biting down hard as my juices slid onto his cock.
“That’s my good wife.”