His voice is like oil pouring out across water at night. It’s fluid, dark and coats every inch of me before it weighs me down and lights me up from within.
“I-I- ” I stammer, but Law’s hand vanishes from my thighs and my cunt aches from the loss of his fingers.
“You know what happens when you break the rules,my darling wife.”
Those three words. They’re like a razor cut to my skin and I ache as what I want from him sinks into me.
“No, please,” I beg, turning to look up at him. I fucking forget how to breathe at the sight of my Dom. He’s tall, lording over me with imposing bulk, like something you’d see hewn from marble in homage to the gods. He’s the man I love.Still.I shouldn’t, I know that. But when it comes down to it, I picked him, didn’t I? And I didn’t just do it because I knew I’d be safe enough with him. I did it because I wanted him. I bite my lip thinking about it. The love I have for him just won’t die and the lust I have for him?
That’s alive and throbbing. It’s clawing its way out of my chest and driving me insane. So much so that I break another rule and reach for him without asking. My fingers hit his chest and I slide my fingers under the buttons of his shirt. I yank with everything in me and send the buttons flying. They bounce off the walls of the hallway and slide across the floor. Law catches my hand andtsk’sat me.
“Please, what?” he asks me. He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses my fingertips. The gentle brush of his lips against my fingers after he spanked the shit out of me is hotter than it has a right to be with the way I’m already on fire for him.
“Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
He lowers my hand, brings it down in front of me and once again he’s there behind me. His warm bulk is a soothing presence at my back. I hear the softzhhrtof his zipper lowering and I nearly weep with relief. I’m getting what I want, even if I shouldn’t. He should make me beg and cry for it, but I know he won’t. He can’t.
Fuck, princess. I missed you.
He wants this as much as I do. I can barely think straight from how much I need him. The day and night’s events are all still there, replaying in the background of my mind, but it’s quieter now with Law rocking forward, the warm head of his cock brushing against my swollen and dripping lips.
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? This is for me, isn’t it?” I nod. His fingers flex and dig into my hips. “Use your words, princess. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I croak. “I want you. I-I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Please, fuck me.”
He rocks again and feeds me the head of his cock. I bite my lip, eyes rolling in the back of my head when another slow rock of Law’s hips slides another inch inside of me, and then another.
“Who do you belong to?”
My answer comes instantly. “You.”
“That’s right, princess. You’re mine.” His hand comes down beside mine and his arm wraps around my waist. He grips my hips tight and starts to bring me back to meet his thrusts. He slides home in the next second. “Your pussy is mine. Mine.”
I moan and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
Law fucks me harder. The force of it slides me forward an inch and my wrists ache until my arms buckle and I fall forward onto my forearms. Law follows me down so that he’s pressed flush up against my body. Only his arm and shaking knees keep me from collapsing completely to the floor. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out other than another moan.
“Please.” It’s the only word that I can say, the only one that sounds like a word and not the gibberish that’s spilling from my lips. That I’ve missed him and I need him so much. I’ll die if he stops fucking me.
I swear I think I tell him I still love him. I have to, if the way he crushes me close and fucks me harder while he kisses me sweetly is any indicator, but I don’t think about that.
“I love you.”
Those three words are heavy, they’re magic and set my body off in an orgasm that makes me scream Law’s name. He kisses me, quieting the sounds as he keeps fucking me. His pace is brutal, the slap of his balls against my clit wrecks me, pitches me right into another orgasm. He’s not done with me, but that’s fine. Because as long as Law won’t let me go, I don’t have to think about how much I want to stay exactly where I am.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
LAW
“Wash your face.”
Honey lifts her head and scowls at me. There’s mascara running down the side of her cheek and her lipstick is a wreck. The crimson color is smudged and smeared from her bottom lip to her chin. Anyone that sees her would know exactly what happened to her.
What I did to her.
My chest goes warm thinking about that and I ignore the blood that rushes to my dick, making me want to take her for another round. I can’t get too comfortable. We’re still in the club. Still within Zeus’ reach. If I want to fuck my wife again, I’m going to do it in our home. In our damn bed where I’m going to get to take my time with her. It’s going to be slow and thorough, giving me time to make up for every second I went without her.
