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Fully seating the dilator, I bring the ropes back around and cover the base, keeping it snug within her. My cock jerks as I stare down at her, watching her rock from side to side, arousing herself with the bit of rope between her thighs. As much as I want to drag this out, to keep her on the edge, for both of our sanities, I need to take her now.

Glancing outside, I watch as the sunlight begins to wane. I don’t want us out here after dark. Not out of concern for me, but for her safety. With me so consumed with lust, I might miss hearing movement outside. We’ve already pushed our luck, and I don’t want to endanger either of us.

CHAPTER 7

CATHERINE

The stretch is immense, nearly stealing my breath. The only respite I have at the moment is the lack of internal burning. At least this time, he didn’t apply that infernal ginger onto the dilator.

Still though, I don’t need any extra stimulation. Not when my bottom hole aches and that knot continues to grind at my clit. My body clenches as I toss about, desperate to find relief.

William kneels above me, his hands gliding over his massive erection. Hopefully, he’ll actually finish inside me this time and not splatter his seed upon my body, or worse, this wretched floor. I’ve come to crave the feeling of his essence filling me, the heat adding yet another layer to the arousal that seems to never fizzle out.

With his free hand, he traces the bond mark on my inner thigh—the first place he bit me. Even now, I shudder as memories of our first heat race through my mind. Whether it’s from my own consciousness or he’s feeding it to me from his mind, I cannot tell. And truthfully, it doesn’t really matter.

We both look upon that moment with an erotic fondness that surpasses many other memories. Groaning, I shift my legs, giving him better access to my quim. I’d much rather he pull the rope aside and stroke me there instead. But he doesn’t oblige. Not surprising, seeing as he seems to live to torment me.

Pulling his hand away, he brings it up to my heart, covering the mark that resides there. Such an ugly, twisted thing forced upon me by Mr. Beaumont. And yet, somehow, William managed to make it beautiful. One more tether to bind us together. Tears prick my eyes as I lay my hand on top of his, flooding the bond with my undying love for him.

He keeps his hand there as his other hand spreads me wide. The blunt tip of his cock prods at my entrance, inhibited by the rope. Mournful whines pour from my throat as I buck up against him, desperate for the release he has so far denied me.

With a cocky grin, he pulls back, sliding his hand away. “Aww. Poor little kitten. Is it truly agonizing? How badly do you want my cock sliding deep inside this greedy cunt of yours?”

The harshness of his words only seems to amplify my need. Groaning, I glide my fingers over my breasts, hoping to force him to relent if I pleasure myself. His breaths come in harsh gasps as he watches me pluck at my nipples, mewling as I writhe in his ropes.

“Damnation, Catherine, you’re perfection. But I will have your words. How badly do you want me?”

“Please, my love,” I moan out, arching my hips up as best as I can. “I am so desperate for you to fill me. Please. Please, Master.” The word rings out in the small cottage, bouncing around, echoing as if several of us cry out at once.

“Then you shall have me.” His thick fingers graze my lower lips as he maneuvers the rope, spreading it open.

The infernal knot grinds harder into my clit, forcing a wail from my lips. “Shhh, pretty omega. Soon, my cock shall soothe your discomfort. Endure for me just a little while longer.” Working his head between the splayed rope, he slides his tip into me, grunting as he takes his time.

I toss my head back and forth, the need building into a raging fire. With each little rock of his hips, he impales me, stretching me open until I’m about to bust. With the dilator still lodged in my backside, William feels twice as large.

Biting down on my lower lip, I revel in the feel of him opening me up, filling me as only he can. However, the moment he looks down, my husband cocks his eyebrow and reaches for my mouth.

“Oh no, my little wanton. I want to hear every sound as it flees your delicate lips. I want everyone in all of England to hear how well I can fuck my wife.”

“I thought you were merely a simple highwayman. Would you really like England to know how well you ravage someone else’s wife?”

“Minx,” he growls out, sliding his hand down to grip my throat. “Now that I’m fucking you, I want only thoughts of me to flit through your mind. No one else, even fictional.” At that last word, he snaps his hips, surging forward to slide the rest of the way in.

“There will only be you,” I cry out, my inner walls fluttering around his girth. “Always and forever.”

“Damn right.” Bringing his hands lower, he grips my hips, holding me steady as he pumps in and out. With the rope stretched impossibly tight, every minute movement causes the knot to rock against me, tormenting me in a way that steals my very breath.

“P- please, Master!” The tearful wail floods my ears, sounding so foreign, so far away. “I- I need-”

“Yes, wife. What do you need?”

“Please!”

“I hear you, love. Come for me. Let yourself go. Shatter, break apart, and trust me to pick up the pieces.”

At his words, my body explodes as the long-denied orgasm comes crashing through. I shudder in his grasp as he continues to slide in and out, riding me through one release and straight into another. The rope continues to torment me, forcing my body to continue quaking and shuddering.

William stares down at me, his eyes locking with mine. Sweat beads on his brow as he strains against me. His cock pulses deep inside, jerking every time he seats himself fully. The dilator in my bottom hole rocks against the ropes, continually stretching me out until the burn sizzles across my synapses.