“Yes.”
“To make it good for you?”
“Yes,” I gasp as his fingertip grazes over my clit for a split second. It’s there and it’s gone and I want more. “I want that.”
“Aye and do you trust me to protect you and guide you through this next test?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he says, turning me to face him again, and he spears his hand in my hair while the other palms my ass. He crushes his mouth to mine in a drugging kiss. “You’re ready.”
Wait… What? Am I?
He drops his arms from around me and takes my hand in his, leading me from the bedroom, through the sitting room, and out of the safety of our suite. He guides me down the corridor opposite of the way thatwe usually travel. It reminds me of the secret path I stumbled upon when I first got here and saw Saoirse blowing Taylor. From that angle I had thought that my boyfriend was having an affair with his very young stepmother only to find out it was his brother.
Rhys knocks on a door, and it’s opened for him by none other than his brother. As we step into the room, I notice that it’s filled with a handful of people and my breath catches in my lungs. Taylor, Saoirse, her father, my uncle, Craig, and Leo are all here to watch my husband breed me like a cow. Awesome.
The room holds a large four poster bed with red satin sheets and nothing else. The occupants just mill around with crystal glasses in their hands filled with varying forms of liquor. It’s like rich men waiting to watch a UFC fight only, it’s a sex act instead.
“Let us begin,” my uncle says, my skin crawling at the way the earl is looking at me.
Rhys pulls a silk tie from his back pocket and turns me around to face away from him. “Close your eyes, hen,” he instructs me as he places the tie over my eyes and fastens it at the back of my head, He turns me back around and caresses my cheek, his knuckles skating along my skin. It’s odd the way everything else became heightened when he removed my sight from the sensory equation.
I feel a gentle tug toward him as he unties the belt at my waist and then the pads of his fingertips as he slides them under the neck of my robe and parts the fabric,letting it float to the floor. One at a time, he slides a slim strap of silk down my shoulder and then the next, letting my nightgown follow my robe to the floor. Cool air grazes my heated skin, pebbling my nipples, and I gasp when I feel the back of Rhys’s hand skate over one tightened peek.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers for me and only me.
And then he scoops me up like a bride and carries me over to what I assume is the bed with the slide of soft, silky sheets below me. He circles one wrist with his hand guiding it close. He presses his lips to the pulse point on the inside of my wrist before drawing it further up, over my head and looping a soft cord around it. I test my range of motion and find there is none.
I feel his touch again at the other side of the bed, lifting my hand, kissing my palm this time, before binding me with the silky cord. I roll my shoulders and get comfortable for whatever is to come.
The waiting and not knowing is killing me, but not in the way that I thought it would. It’s turning me on and my skin prickles with the awareness that he’s near and I’ll feel his touch again soon.
I don’t have to wait long for his gentle caress to trace down the side of my body as he moves away. He teases me, circling around my nipple with a fingertip but never touching it, and I want his touch badly. I’m so lost in trying to follow his touch, track his footsteps,that I don’t realize what he’s doing until I feel the padded velvet of a cuff wrap around my ankle and hear the clink of the latch being locked into place. I’m a little more prepared with the next cuff. What I do not expect is the quickness with which he uses a bar between my feet to push my knees up, so that my heels are close to my backside. I’m splayed wide, held firmly in place with my legs spread erotically.
I bite my lip when I hear the rustle of clothing and wait. The bed dips by my feet as Rhys climbs up and kneels between my legs. He grabs me by the chin and places a hard kiss against my mouth. I open to him needing to feel him, to taste him, and he does not disappoint me. Though the kiss is shorter than I’d have liked.
“You’re doing so well, wife,” he says and then he bites down on the space between my neck and my shoulder. Not enough to hurt, but it makes me gasp and arch against him as he kisses and licks his way down my chest. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip, making me want to clench my thighs together in spite of the cuffs and the bar make it so that I can’t. When he moves to the other breast, I feel my pussy clench around nothing, feeling empty when what I want is his cock.
The mattress shifts, depressing below my feet. I smell his shampoo and aftershave before I feel it dips in on either side of my waist where he leans some of his weight on his hands. His tongue swirls around mybelly button and I let out a groan. Then he moves lower and lower, dragging his lips down my belly, across my thigh and back, before he finally settles in between my thighs and I feel him part me with his thumbs. He licks the very core of me. Rhys spears me with two of his thick fingers and strikes that spot deep inside me as he flicks his tongue over me again and again. With his shoulders blocking my knees and the bar keeping my feet apart, I’m helpless to do anything to slow this down, or speed him up. My legs are shaking and a fire is licking up my body.
“Rhys,” I plead but he just keeps going with no relief in sight. “Rhys, Rhys, Rhys…”
He plunges his fingers into me over and over, coaxing that fire to burn higher and hotter inside me and when I think I can’t possibly take it anymore, my orgasm crests and I cry out. Rhys surges up and over me, covering me with his body, as he drives deep inside me. My pussy stretching to accommodate him while I come only makes it better, stronger—somehow even more—and I cry out again as wave after wave of pleasure continues to roll over me as he plunges in and out of me.
With the palm of his hand cupping the back of my head, he rides me hard and fast, tucking his face next to my ear. I can tell that he’s close by the filthy words he rumbles in my ear.
“Fuck, but this cunt was made for me,” he groans. “It’s mine.”
“Yes.”
“Mine to eat and mine to fuck,” he groans.
“Yes.”
“Mine to fill.”
“Yes, Rhys. Yes.”