A FREIGHT TRAIN was chugging in his chest. Each heavy pulse of his heart thundered so loud inside his head that Drae picked up the rhythm, heavily panting in time to the beats.
Some part of him was well aware of his surrender to the savage lust gripping him the second he walked into the bedroom and saw his wife. He’d seen her in sexy black lingerie plenty of times before, but something was different about this.
Surrounded by an aura of spine-tingling sensuality, his sexy temptress moved with a mesmerizing ladylike grace so at odds with the wicked gleam shining in her eyes.
Knowing he was helpless once her dreamy body grazed his sent all sense and determination fleeing. Maybe he was powerless against her seductive onslaught and maybe he wasn’t. Didn’t matter. Nothing mattered the second he saw her except …
“My warrior,” she cooed as her soft hand left a silken trail on his skin.
Blinded by lust, he went to grab her elbows, but she anticipated his move and shimmied from his grasp.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
The teasing scold sent a reckless thunderbolt straight to his cock.
“Behave, Mr. St. John,” Victoria taunted. Licking her lush lips, she slid her fingers into the front of his towel and pulled on it like a leash. Following obediently, he openly leered at his feisty wife’s mind-boggling ass as she stalked across the plush carpet in a pair of shoes he was pretty sure were illegal in some parts of the world.
Holy fuck. The shoes. Her sexy black stockings. The mind-bending sheer panties and the garter thing. It was called a suspender belt, right? Hell, he didn’t really care. She wasn’t going to give him a vocabulary test. All he was really concerned with was the way she balanced on those heels and how her ass rocked as she walked.
Reaching the side of their bed, she turned to face him and pulled him by the towel until maybe an inch separated their bodies. Automatically lowering his face into the side of her neck, Drae breathed her in. Mmm. She was wearing his favorite perfume. Musky and sweet he detected vanilla and spice. He liked the scent because it was bold but feminine—like his wife.
And of course, the name fit so perfectly. Hypnotic Poison. So apropos. So suggestive.
Pleased by Victoria’s magnetic seduction, the sound of her low, husky chuckle wrapped tight around his nerves. And his dick. Tight. Maybe too tight, but then again, her laugh always did that to him.
Drugged from her alluring scent, he straightened and drew back in surprise when she reached for something on the nightstand. Intrigued, he tried to focus on her movements. What did she grab?
Lipstick? Drae blinked. And blinked again. When she puckered her fantastic lips and applied the lush red color, he nearly fell at her feet. When finished, she pressed her lips together, and then licked them as she pushed the tube of color into its cap with a snap.
Mistress St. John was in the house, and he was a dead man.
Slipping the tube of lipstick into the front of her bra, he wondered what she was up to.
Running a polished red fingernail down the center of his chest, Victoria pouted like the princess she was and snickered when he shivered from her touch.
“Imagining you in the shower got me thinking.”
He didn’t say anything. Shit, he wasn’t capable of forming words, so he didn’t even try.
She was stroking his chest and biting her bottom lip. His nipples hardened, and she rubbed her thumbs lightly over the prominent nubs.
“You have such a beautiful body,” she murmured with a sexy drawl. “A body I want to mark like a canvas.”
Oh, yeah? He found some words pretty damn quick. Pushing her hair behind her shoulders so he could more fully enjoy the shameless bra, he let her know with a pointed leer that she was free to do whatever she wanted.
“I’m all yours.”
“Are you?” she shot back.
“Always.” His answer was just as fast. Just as vehement.
Seeming satisfied with his response, a sly smile returned to her face. “Good. Then you won’t mind if I do a little drawing on your skin. Mark you as mine.”
Jesus. He was more than game for whatever artwork she wanted to create. Was he a dumbass for expecting her to actually draw on his skin? Yep. That was him. D.A.D. Dumb Ass Drae.
First, she delicately nibbled his chin then began pressing her puckered lips down his neck. Feeling Victoria’s warm breath on his bare skin awakened the sleeping wild man inside him. Shoving aside the civilized guy he’d been using as a shield, his wild man took over, encouraging his wife’s pleasurable offensive with an earthy grunt of approval.
With her hands reverently stroking his torso, she continued moving side to side across his collarbone—leaving a trail of hot kisses wherever her mouth landed.
He was going with the vibe, enjoying the attention, when she stopped and stepped back. She was eying him with a hunger his wild man approved of.
“Very nice.” Lifting the tube from her bra, a motion he followed with avid interest, he finally understood what his naughty lover was up to. Uncapping the red stick once more, she applied more color, repeated the lip pucker, pout, and lick, and then smirked like the vixen he knew and loved so well.
Without missing a beat, she leaned in again; only, this time, he grabbed hold of her arms to signal his enjoyment of her sexy assault. After that, it was kiss, nibble, and kiss some more. All over his chest—side to side, neck to navel with occasional pauses to apply more lipstick.
When she was finished, a step back followed by a short, husky chuckle got him looking down to view her artwork.
Her eyes twinkling with playful delight, she tossed the lipstick tube onto the nightstand where it landed with a clink. “Fuck Me Red. It’s a good color for you.”
Witch. He snorted his amusement. And arousal. Thinking he was all big and bad now that wild man was on the scene, Drae put his hands on his hips, gave the erection pushing out the front of the towel a sardonic glance, and drawled, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
The last thing he expected was her amused snicker. Oh, yeah—right. He almost forgot. She had her mistress act set to high. In the driver’s seat, he most certainly was not. Like a reflex test, his cock surged with approval.
“Oh baby,” she simpered with a finger under his chin so he’d look her in the eyes. “That’s not how this is going to go.”
Let the games begin!
“Ah,” he growled. “So it’s a big old NO to baby girl, kitten, and slave.”
She nodded; her eyes twinkled some more, and she laughed. “I think you’ve got the picture.”
Slipping to the side, she circled behind him and took a moment to caress his ass, and then moved to the other side of the bed. His side—where she opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out two wrapped coils of purple silk shibari rope and tossed them on the bed.
Pointing, she gave him a saucy look and laid down her pleasure.
“I want you.” The pause was deliberate. He knew this ‘cause she winked for emphasis. “Middle of the bed. On your back. Arms out.”
He arched an eyebrow, looked at the silk rope, and arched his brow even more. They hadn’t played any games in a long time, and she wanted to be in charge. Planning to tie him to the thick spindles on the wooden headboard, she wanted him restrained.
Drae liked this game but hesitated. Would he be able to keep some sort of control over the proceedings? With every passing second, he highly doubted it.
They engaged in some mild eyeball combat. She never backed down, so eventually, he shrugged and gave a deep sigh.
“I hope you know what you’re doing … mistress,” he added with silken mockery.
Her amused laugh filled the room. “Well, we’re going to find out, now, aren’t we? Stop stalling. On the bed. Chop, chop,” she added with a clap of her hands.
Yeah. He was going to fuck the boldness right out of Mistress Victoria the first chance he got!
“Towel on or off?” he asked sarcastically.
Tapping a finger on her lips, she stopped to think about it a second and then wagged her brows. “Off. Definitely off.”
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
“Come on!” she encouraged. “Show me what ya got.”
If a huge bed wasn’t between them, he might have jumped on her right then and there.
With a flick of his wrist, the towel fell away and dropped on the floor. With as much St. John arrogance as he could pull together, he stood there with his hands at his waist while his very hard cock jutted straight out.
“Will this do?”
A warm rosy blush that alerted him to her arousal bloomed on her cheekbones. Victoria was a connoisseur. Of his dick. She liked looking at it and said so quite often at the start of their relationship. He missed this. Missed that look of lust and longing he saw on her face.
Her gaze devoured. The ache in his balls was messing with his head. Climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees, Drae crawled to the center, aware of his swinging manhood with each movement. Punching a pillow, he flipped onto his back and shimmied into place. All of this he accomplished while his cock hardened even more and lay heavily on his groin.
With none of the seriousness he expected, his naughty wife skipped happily from one side of the bed to the other—using the purple rope to secure his wrists. He pulled tentatively on the restraints. A thudding boom went off in his chest when he realized Victoria had done some bondage homework. Usually, he was confident of being able to quickly get out of her normally flimsy knots. This was different.
Whatever unease he experienced vanished quickly when wild man spoke up. ‘This is hot. She’s hot. Let’s see where this goes.’
She dimmed the lights. The room fell into darkness except for the warm glow of a single lamp. Approaching from the bottom of the bed, she ran her dainty hand softly up his leg from ankle to hipbone. His cock surged to full attention.
She continued her heady caress, then stopped suddenly and retreated. Her fingers wrapped around his hardness and moved up and down. The fierce squeeze she left him with before letting go drove him to the brink of madness.
Standing at the side of the bed, she told him to keep his eyes on her and then proceeded to slowly make him certifiably insane with a slow, seductive striptease he’d remember to his dying day.
Her foot up on a stool. The way she lazily rolled each silk stocking down her delectable legs. When she unhooked the garter belt and tossed it next to him on the bed, he moaned as one of the ribbon garters landed on his thigh.
And then she climbed on the bed and straddled him still wearing her sheer bra and panties. Sitting on his stomach with heat pouring from her pussy, she slid her fingers into his hair, grabbed tight, and fixed him with a fearsome glare.
He savored all of it. Her body. The way her legs straddled him. The no-nonsense way she held his head. The wicked glimmer in her eyes.
“Do you need a safe word, my husband?”
He heard the challenge in her voice. And the humor. They both knew she’d turned the tables and taken control.
“No.”
Two seconds of worry accompanied by a full-blown, “Fuck it,” followed his answer. Sense and caution abandoned, he put himself willingly in her hands.
Permission sought and given, she took them on a slow, worshipful voyage of such deep carnality that Drae easily succumbed as her desires consumed them both.
Primal, possessive kisses devoured—escalating to a fevered pitch. Victoria moaning, groaning, clawing, and wiggling all over him, while their tongues dueled, was like an exquisite torture. Struggling against the restraints, his frustration gnawed at his composure.
He tried to roll his hips, but she just rose up to discourage the contact, which only frustrated him more.
Oh, my god. She was killing him.
At some point, he must have become a mindless knot of throbbing flesh because he didn’t remember her taking off the bra and panties. Shoving both hands beneath his head, she yanked him up and fed him a nipple. A nipple he enthusiastically lavished with attention.
She ground against him, and he could feel her warm silken wetness coating his cock.
“Victoria,” he growled. He meant it to be a warning, but she paid him no attention. He’d seen her like this before. Engulfed in a fever of animalistic passion so smoldering, she couldn’t stop.
Drae had no memory of how they got from him worshipping her tits to his wife bobbing on his cock as it nudged the back of her throat. That was when it all got to be too much.
His wild man roared and bucked, his hands pulling vigorously on the restraints. Digging his feet into the mattress, he shook from head to toe from her tempestuous sucking and tried to shake her off.
Finally, in a voice he knew she’d hear, Drae growled sharply, “Victoria!”
Her head instantly snapped up. Licking lips puffy and swollen from their exertions, he yanked again on the restraints and roared.
She reacted instantly—crawling off him and quickly loosening his bonds.
He lost no time grabbing her by the head—the purple rope still wound around his wrists—and kissing the holy hell out of her. All while flipping them till she was underneath him with her thighs spread wide.
It was a short trip from tongue fucking to the wild man fury of the robust coupling he relentlessly pursued.
It was savage and glorious at the same time. Overcome with a power he’d never known, Drae kept up a brutal rhythm—pounding, grunting, grinding.
She was his. Completely. A madness came over him. When she cried out and came, he rode her orgasm to the end and simply started over again. Her guttural cries and husky grunts drove him on. She came again. Harder than the first time.
“More,” he demanded. “More.”
How she survived the pounding, he’d never know. Clinging to him as she sobbed her pleasure, he felt her sharp fingernails score his back when an explosive climax threw them together off the side of the highest mountain. Suspended in midair, he emptied while thrusting wildly when her pleasure drenched them as she squeezed him dry.
It took a long, long time to float back to earth. When they landed safely, and he was sure she was okay, Drae pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her. Drawing her close, he cradled his precious wife and kissed her softly on the forehead.
“I love you,” he heard her murmur in a small voice.
This time, he kissed her softly on the lips. “I will always love you.”
As they fell asleep, his last thought before the day drifted away was, ‘Not a condom anywhere in sight.’