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But when I get home, stepping inside and locking the door behind me, Ana is nowhere to be seen. The living room is dim, just the light from the balcony coming in through the sheer drapes, and I feel a sudden pulse of fear.
What if something’s happened to her?
Alexandre is gone back to Paris, I know that for certain—but what if I’m wrong? What if he changed his mind and came back for her and the child he thinks is his—or what if it’s something else? Graham, abducting Ana and taking her away to punish me further, or force me to marry Saoirse once I was a widower—
A dozen terrifying scenarios go through my head in a dizzying rush. “Ana!” I call out, turning down the hall to her former bedroom to see if she’d maybe fallen asleep in there, or gotten engrossed in her current project—turning it into a nursery for the baby. But it’s empty other than the mess of clothes and furniture scattered around waiting to be put into some kind of order, and I feel the fear ramping up.I can’t lose her,I think, my heart pounding in my chest as I rush back through the living room towards the master suite we now share. “Anastasia!”
“I’m in here.”
Her voice, soft and sweet, comes through the door of the master suite, and my knees go weak with relief.She’s here. Nothing happened.I feel as if all the air has been sucked out of me, and I have to fight to draw a breath as I push open the door—only to see her kneeling there on the plush rug next to the bed, waiting for me.
The sight steals my breath for an entirely different reason. I stop in the doorway, staring at her, my cock so instantly rock hard that the sudden rush of blood makes me momentarily dizzy. I blink at the vision in front of me, more aroused than I think I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life.
Ana isn’t just kneeling there waiting for me. She’s wearing the pink and white lingerie set, the one that I bought her the day we went shopping, that I never actually expected to see her in. And she looks stunning.
The tiny white lace panties barely cover anything. They’re just a scrap of lace between her thighs, a thin ribbon tied on either side of her slender hips. From the shadow I see between her slightly spread thighs, she’s already wet for me, just from kneeling here waiting for me to come home to her. A lace garter belt just above the ribbons, clipped to the white lace-topped stockings stretching over her long elegant legs, and a scrap of lace covering her breasts that could barely be called a bra. There’s the tiniest bit of lace over her nipples and then the white straps that arch over the tops of her small breasts. Her head is bowed, her hands folded on her knees, but I can see the one other element of the outfit that makes my cock lurch against my fly, straining to harden even more than it already is.
The pink and white leather collar that had come with it, with the gold ring, is buckled around her neck.
“Anastasia.”
I say her name, her full name, which makes her look up slowly, her wide blue eyes meeting mine. I can see that they’re already glassy with desire, which makes my cock throb all over again. She wants me. I can see it in every inch of her, in the eager, submissive look on her face, the way her lips part instantly as if wordlessly begging for my cock.
This is my wife. My perfect, beautiful wife.
And now I get to fuck her whenever I please.
“You look beautiful, kneeling there like that,” I tell her in a low tone as I start to walk towards her. “But you made me worry, Ana. I thought something had happened to you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes huge and plaintive as she looks up at me, and the ache in my cock feels nearly unbearable. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“And you have. It’s a lovely surprise.” I stop in front of her and see her eyes flick to the bulge in my pants, the fabric straining to contain my thick length. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for making me worry.”
I’m not truly angry with her, and it’s hard to contain a smirk as I see the light in her eyes at that, a sparkling eagerness at the idea of how I might exact my punishment.
“Of course,” she says demurely, looking up at me from under those long lashes, and I can see her sharp intake of breath as my cock twitches in my pants.
“First though–” I reach down, running my fingers over her silky blonde hair, and she lets out a soft sigh. “I think a beautiful lass such as yourself deserves my cock in her mouth.”
“Oh yes, please,” Ana breathes, her lips parting even more, and I feel a white-hot jolt of lust shoot through me at the eagerness on her face. She keeps her hands in her lap, letting me get my cock out for her, just the way she knows I like. For the last several weeks, sex has been–with a few exceptions–her hands and mouth on me and mine on hers, the exertion of actual intercourse too much for me while I was healing. I’d missed fucking her, but we’d made the best of it, each learning all the other ways that the other liked to be touched. One of the things she’d learned was that I enjoyed making her wait for the cock she loves to suck so much, getting it out slowly and teasing both her and myself until I chose to push it between her soft, full lips.
But this time I can’t wait. I’m aching for her–I have been all day, and I can’t undo my belt fast enough, dragging down my zipper and reaching in to fist my rigid, throbbing cock. I can feel the pre-cum pearling at the tip when I pull it out, slick and hot. Ana’s mouth opens instantly as she leans forward, her eyes fixed hungrily on the dripping tip of my aching length.
“Greedy lass,” I murmur as I guide it between her lips, sucking in a breath at the feel of her hot, wet tongue encircling my cockhead, lapping up the arousal there before her lips tighten around me. She slides downwards, inch by inch, her wide blue eyes looking up at me for approval as she sucks my cock expertly.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I groan, my hand in her hair, curling around the back of her head as she slides down. “No one has ever sucked my cock like you do.”
Ana lets out a small hum of pleasure, her eyes still locked on mine as she sucks, sliding up and down slowly as her tongue slides over every ridge and vein. My hand slips around to cup the side of her face, stroking her jaw lightly as I groan with pleasure. Then, my fingers drop lower, hooking in the ring of her collar and pulling her closer so that I can thrust more of my swollen length into her mouth.
I feel my cockhead pressing against the back of her throat, the clench of her muscles as she swallows against it. I bite out another groan, my fingers tightening on the ring of the collar as Ana moans around me. I look down at her, the sight only intensifying my desire, and thrust my hips forward, pushing every inch of my cock into her willing mouth with a sensation so pleasurable rippling down my spine that my knees feel almost weak.
“I want to come in your mouth like this,” I growl. “Not tonight–tonight I’m going to come in your pussy, but soon. I want to hold you by this ring, so every inch of me stays buried in your throat while I shoot my hot cum down it, and you swallow–fuck–”
Ana moans helplessly, squirming on the rug as she looks up at me with those huge blue eyes, the vibrations surrounding my saliva-slick cock as I pull out reluctantly. Her mouth is too good, the pleasure so intense that I know if I stay there too much longer, I will do just that tonight and come down her throat before I have a chance to fuck her.
I’ve come in her mouth plenty these past weeks. I want my wife’s pussy.
But first, her punishment.
