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“On your hands and knees,” he ordered. “Crawl to me, princess.”
I did as he asked, shamelessly crawling across the carpet to him. The hunger in his eyes flamed hotter as I stopped between his legs.
“Kneel and put your hands on my legs, just above my knees.” His hand slowed on his dick as I listened obediently. He reached out and hooked a finger through the loop of my collar, pulling me closer. “Let me see that tongue piercing, baby girl.”
Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue for him. He ran the pad of his thumb over my tongue, gently brushing over my barbell with mild fascination.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this,” Killian murmured. “I’m going to put this tongue to use, Genevieve, and fuck your mouth until I come. Remember to breathe, and tap my thigh if you need me to stop. Nod if you understand.”
I did, eager and ready to please him.
“Such a good girl,” he praised. Letting go of my tongue, he grabbed my ponytail and dragged my mouth onto his hard dick. His loud groan filled the room as he pushed my head down the length of his shaft. Pre-cum coated my tongue as he guided me up and down, slow at first. With each pass, his cock slid further into my throat.
I focused on breathing and giving in completely, letting him use me how he wanted. The ache between my legs grew as my pussy throbbed in response to every sound he made. I moaned—something he echoed at the vibrations it sent through his dick.
I relaxed as he hit the back of my throat and pushed deeper. His comfortable pace grew more frantic. My eyes watered as his dick filled my throat, thrusting faster and harder.
“Fuck.” His head tipped back against the chair. My fingers tightened on his legs as he held me down, his dick twitching against my throat as he came. I gagged once but swallowed every drop of his cum I could. “Jesus fuck.”
Breathing hard, he let me go, and I sank back on my heels as he watched me. Cum trickled down my chin, but when my tongue darted out to clean it up, he pressed his thumb into my mouth to stop me.
“That’s my job, princess,” Killian whispered. Leaning forward, he swept his tongue over my chin and the corner of my lips. Why did I find it so damn hot when he did things like that? “Get your ass on the bed, baby girl.”
Chapter 104
Killian
My dick never went down. It didn’t help that my wife looked fucking gorgeous spread out on our bed with her wrists locked in a set of thigh cuffs that matched her collar and a red silk blindfold tied over her eyes. I stood at the foot of the bed and studied every delectable inch of her body as she waited for me with that little impatient tremble rolling through her. From the taut peaks of her nipples to the wetness clinging to her thighs, it was clear how fucking ready she was for more.
That was the thing about Genevieve: her touch sensitivity was a fucking gift. Sure, it made her life hell on some days, and I hated that for her. But it made fucking her an adventure. Little things riled her up so easily—like the way I trailed my fingertips over her calves lightly. A simple touch could do so much and suspending her there to maximize every orgasm was a challenge I relished.
I took my time, making her wait as I finished getting undressed. The little quiver in her muscles and the way her fingers twisted in the blankets were telltale signs that her patience was being pushed. For every sense I took away, the more she’d struggle to stay patient for me.
“You look so fucking perfect like that, princess. I could fucking devour you just like that,” I said, enjoying her sharp inhale. “Do you like that idea, Genevieve?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Fuck, I loved the little dips and sways she had into shyness when it came to submission and admitting the things she enjoyed. I also loved pushing that shyness to see what I could pull out of her. When she found it, her confidence was fucking sexy as hell.
That thought sparked an idea. I grabbed my pants and pulled out my pocket knife, weighing the heavy metal in my hand as I watched my wife. The sounds she made as she came on the blade had been stuck in my head on repeat.
“Don’t move, princess. I’ll be right fucking back,” I told her and went to the bathroom. I took my time cleaning the handle and ensuring there was no damage to the metal. If I planned to test that she’d let me fuck her with it, I wasn’t about to hurt her while I did it. Honestly, my dumbass should’ve done that the first time, but the heat of the moment got away from me. I wasn’t about to let that fucking happen again. When I returned to the bedroom, I set the open knife on her stomach. She stilled at the weight. “Do you know what that is?”
“Your knife?” she replied quietly.
“Yes, it is.” I crawled over her body, kissing my way up her sternum and running my tongue along her neck. “Do you trust me to use it?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said without hesitation.
“That’s my sinful princess,” I murmured against her skin. I inhaled deeply, drowning in cinnamon sugar and spice. “I won’t draw blood, but I do want to see how your body reacts to my blade. And I will fuck you with the handle by the time I’m done. Tell me if you want me to stop, Genevieve, and I will.”
It was new territory for both of us. While just the thought of it made my dick painfully harder, I wasn’t fucking around with it either. Not where my wife was concerned.
I ran my tongue up her neck and grazed the curve of her ear with my teeth. She moaned, and her head tilted back for me. My fingertips skated down her chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I went for my knife. I pressed the tip lightly into her stomach and watched as her muscles contracted in anticipation. I dragged the blade up her chest, careful to only scrape and not cut her.
As I traced the curve of her left breast, I teased the nipple of the other with my teeth—tugging on her piercing. That drawn-out groan it pulled out of her was fucking intoxicating.
“Do you like that, princess?” I asked, flicking my tongue along the curved barbell.
“Harder, please,” Genevieve said breathlessly. Her back arched upward, her body squirming underneath me. “Sir.”
