28. The Key - Rafe
A newly built prison awaited all sorts of perverse uses in the cellar. It was all I thought about as I laid Alex’s naked body on our bed for the first time, her wedding dress a puddle on the floor near the bedroom door. Her eyes drew me in, hook, line, and sinker.
The cage would have to wait. In the light of day, she’d get to know our new cabin on the island one square foot at a time. With each new discovery, she’d learn of all the things I planned to do to her. Some, she would love.
Others, not so much.
I stepped out of my pants, then unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. Alex veered upright, elbows sinking into the mattress, and pulled me down by the chain around my neck, her dainty hand folding around the gold key attached.
“What’s this?”
I planted my hands on the mattress and caged her body between my arms. “The key to your freedom.”
The key slipped from her fingers. “My freedom?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured before parting her lips with my tongue. Our mouths came together in slow licks.
She broke the kiss on a moan. “I want to know more about this key.”
“It unlocks many things in this house.”
“That doesn’t tell me much, Rafe.”
“I know.” I teased the corner of her mouth with a smile.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Babe, are you talking about the key, or my mouth?”
“Both.” She lifted her head, lips seeking mine, and I inched out of reach.
“I can tell you there’s only two of its kind.” Taking the key between my thumb and forefinger, I trailed the metal across her lips. “One’s around my neck.”
“And the other one?”
“With Jax for safekeeping.”
“What if we need it, and he’s not around?”
“Then I guess a locksmith will find out how sexually depraved we are. The people of Dante’s Pass will grab their pitchforks.”
“Good thing I’m a willing prisoner.”
My cock grew as hard as a steel rod again just thinking of all the things I wanted to do to her in this house. She’d get plenty of pain from me, followed by plenty of orgasms as long as she obeyed.
I drew an errant curl away from her forehead. “Thank you.”
An adorable crease formed between her brows. “For what?”
“Indulging me downstairs.”
“I’ll do anything for you.”
She had, and she would, but tonight, the depravity would have to wait. She’d given me a taste of it with Jax in the living room. Now it was all about her.
Loving her.
Body to body. Soul to soul.
“How wet are you?”
“I’m drenched.”
I laced our fingers and let the weight of my body pin her to the bed. Her tits heaved against my chest, and she spread her legs, bent them at the knees. Dug her heels into the mattress in desperation.
“This is your night now,” I said, brushing my lips over each shuttered lid, the perfect end of her nose, the seam of her mouth. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
As laughter rumbled in my chest, I tugged on her lower lip with my teeth. “You’ve already got me. Your shackle is on my finger, babe.”
“And yours is on mine.”
“Oh, I plan to shackle more than your finger.”
Her brilliant gaze bore into me, and I felt the force of it arrow through my heart. “Make love to me, Rafe.”
It was as simple as that. Tonight, she didn’t want my darkness. She wanted the light.
But without a little darkness, there could be no light.
As I devoured her mouth, I pushed into her wet heat, and we settled into a languid tempo. Our fingers clutched each other. Tongues mated. Teeth nipped. She put her soul into our kiss, her desperation vibrating in a whimpering moan.
“I’m so close,” she whispered. “Slower…oh God…slower.”
I thrust to the hilt and froze. Going still inside her would drive her mad, which only made me determined to claim her cunt like this for as long as possible until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Pushing her hands above her head, I anchored them to the mattress and peeked at her budded nipples.
“Don’t stop.” She arched into me, groin to groin.
“I decide when you come.”
She growled. “You said this was my night.”
“It is, baby. I won’t choke you, deny you, or fuck you in the ass, but I still decide when you come.”
Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she rolled her head from side to side. “I need to come. Please, Rafe.”
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous.” I pulled out and watched my cock slide home to heaven once more. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Ahh, fuuuuck! Right there.”
“You want more?”
“Yes,” she hissed, her body strung as tight as a guitar string.
I didn’t mind loving her like this. Slow. Excruciatingly slow, my gaze held prisoner by the sight of my shaft sinking inside her over and over again, glistening with her arousal.
While I watched our bodies coming together, I felt her eyes on me.
She needed more.
A flick of my tongue on her nipple. Teeth tugging on the sensitive bud.
A finger lodged in her ass.
One hand smothering her pleas.
She wanted love, but love alone never got her off so good.
Shoving to my knees, I told her to turn over. She flipped, lowered into a crouching position, and curled her hands around the slots in the headboard. I kneeled behind her, and as she pushed her ass against my lap, I drove into her cunt with an upward thrust.
“Shit, Alex. Ride my cock.”
Hips undulating, she impaled herself again and again, seeking the perfect pace, the right angle. Her knuckles whitened as she sought release. I tangled a fist in her hair, yanked her head back, and placed my other hand at the bottom of her spine, my thumb reaching, seeking, then finally intruding into her ass.
“Oh, God!”
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
“Can I come?”
“Fuck yes.”
Three more thrusts, and she contracted around me, making me explode with a gruff cry. Her spine bowed, and her head dropped between her arms as she propped herself up by fisting the bars of the headboard.
After our breathing slowed, I scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom, bypassing the large whirlpool tub with all of its devious possibilities, and headed for the shower.
She clung to me, arms and legs wrapped around my neck and waist. I stepped into the stall and flipped on the shower heads. The spray beat down on us from all angles, shooting calming warmth onto our skin.
I pushed her against a tiled wall, my mouth seeking hers, tongue stroking and teasing. I set her on her feet before dropping to my knees. As I spread her open, I caught the sight of the gold band on my ring finger, and a smile touched my lips.
“Baby,” I said, glancing up. “Do you mind if I eat out my gorgeous wife?”
She widened her stance. “I might die if you don’t.” The language of her body invited me to taste her. Cupping my hand, I collected the spray from the shower in my palm and dribbled it down her pelvis.
She pushed toward my mouth with a groan. “I need…need…”
“Tell me.” I wanted to hear her say it, and she didn’t disappoint.
“Your tongue on me. For fuck’s sake, Rafe. Lick me.”
I trapped her wrists at her sides and worked her over with the tip of my tongue, refusing to give her the fingering she’d need to reach orgasm.
She’d have to work that much harder to get there.
Drawing a light circle around her clit, the tip of my tongue an infuriating tease, I dragged moan after moan from her.
“Please, please…” she chanted, frustrated and out of her mind with sexual tension, desperate at her soaked core.
I kissed my way to her center, mouth parting, gently sucking, tongue dipping between her folds. She quivered as liquid desire flooded her sex.
Chants and pleas turned into short, high-pitched cries. She was gone, all consciousness reduced to the inflamed area between her legs. Letting go of her hands, I shoved two fingers inside her as I tongued her clit. She gripped my hair and shattered in a string of convulsing waves, her pretty cries an alluring siren to my ears.
Afterward, as she slumped into my arms, eyes glazed and dazed, I’d never found her more beautiful, fragile as she was in the aftermath of marital fucking bliss. We finished washing up, then I carried her to bed, where she slumbered in the safety of my embrace.