Page 56 of The Spare

‘I don’t think I can,’ I pant.

His smile is kind. ‘I think we both know you have no choice.’

If my husband is the maestro, then my body is his instrument of choice. I lose track of time as he strides back and forth and around and around, fully clothed and sleeves rolled up as he makes my body sing for him. The huge tent in his trousers is unmistakable, but he ignores it in favour of playing with me. He strokes his fingertips down my arms, his palms up my inner thighs, massaging in the oil. He sweeps his knuckles over my lower stomach, and everything south of my waist clenches with need. He dips two fingers inside me for an excruciatingly short while before removing them and sucking them into his mouth.

‘Just as I thought,’ he declares after he withdraws them. ‘This greedy little cunt is fucking soaked.’

My cheeks heat at his coarse words as much as at the mortification of how true they are. He has me so close to the edge already.

‘Open your legs properly,’ he commands, ‘and I’ll reward you.’ He kneels by the side of the bed as if saying his prayers, except that he dips his head to take my nipple in his mouth right as he slides his hand down over my stomach and finds my clit. There’s the faintest sensation of his teeth around my nipple. His tongue glides over it, featherlight, while his fingertips do the exact same thing to my clit, barely grazing it.

After the way he’s teased me, built me up, it’s nothing short of insupportable. I try to rut my pelvis into him, but he stops. Like, he stops everything.

‘Careful,’ he croons around my nipple. ‘Remember who’s in charge here.’

‘As if I could forget,’ I huff, and he chuckles to himself before resuming those infuriating little strokes with his tongue and his fingers. ‘Ben,’ I say, so far past caring that this is the most shameless and desperate and vulnerable I’ve ever been with another human being, ‘please. Please, honey. I need it.’

He encircles my nipple with one blissful roll of his tongue and then pops off. ‘Such a good girl,’ he says, looking down at me. His eyes are as black as the devil’s, and I’ve never seen anything more gorgeous. ‘I think you’ve earned a little reward.’

A quick stroll to the bottom of the bed has him squatting between my legs and bearing down on my knees so he’s holding me wide open for him. He can see everything, and I don’t even care.

‘You’re actually dripping for me,’ he says tenderly, his eyes fixated on my most intimate parts, laid bare for him. ‘I think if I wait a second—yep⁠—’

I know what he’s waiting for, and I squeeze my eyes shut in embarrassment as my arousal drips, landing, presumably on the sheets.

‘Fucking hell,’ he says, sounding awed. ‘That is fucking unbelievable. I have to taste it.’

And just like that, my shameless state serves me, because the next thing I know, my diabolical husband licks me, bottom to top, his tongue flat and rough. I’ve had a privileged life, but this is the best thing I have ever, ever felt.

‘Oh my God,’ I say, my voice high with desperation. ‘Please, I⁠—’

He pulls away. ‘Not so fast. I’ve been a lot more patient than you, haven’t I? I think I deserve a little quid pro quo before I give you what you want.’

I open my eyes to find him crawling up the bed until he’s straddling my chest, his knees either side of my arms. With a filthy grin, he unzips himself—with difficulty, I might add—and frees his cock. My entire vaginal area is pulsing so hard I fear I might come into thin air, but I focus on the monster in front of me. He grips it, which seems risky, given it looks as though it may explode at any moment, and brushes it over my lips, painting my mouth with his precum before he pushes his dick into my mouth.

There’s something so incredibly filthy about being like this—tied up and straddled, completely overpowered, Ben forcing himself down my throat—that I think I might die from the arousal of it. I suck on his smooth, musky crown, unable to take my eyes off his face as he in turn watches me take him. His expression is triumphant, and why not? He has me exactly where he wants me.

With slow, even thrusts, he fucks my mouth, watching to see how far he can take it. I’m struggling to take him, especially at this angle, but I never want this moment to end. Never. If I could stay tied up and stuffed full of my husband’s cock forever, I would.

He jokes that he’s always wanted to get beneath the surface of his very own ice queen.

But I know now that the jig is up. He knew what I really wanted—what I needed—before even I did, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to hide behind my mask again after this.

If I survive this evening, that is.

CHAPTER 26

Benedict

The prettiest tears escape from my wife’s eyes, trickling down her temples as she valiantly takes my cock in her sweet little mouth. I wipe them away before using my free hand to brace on the headboard. I did not go into this evening hoping for anything more than a regular fuck at the end of it, no matter how stunning Slinky looked when we left the house, but this is the culmination of every fantasy, the cymbal crash of both my worlds: my spontaneous marriage to my long-term crush and the debauchery I used to indulge in at Alchemy.

Having any woman trust you enough to do this to them is the dream, but having Slinks tied up and stuffed full of me is blowing my mind.

She likes this shit.

Fuck, we may be a hell of a lot more compatible than I ever dared to imagine.

But the night is young, and I’d do well to remember I’m here to audition the Alchemy version of myself for my new wife. In other words, I’d better make this good for her.