Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I straddle her on the desktop, my long legs bent, knees pressing against her sides as I hover over her.
“I need you to stay still for me, baby,” I rasp. “Can you do that?”
Her lips purse and she gives me no verbal response, but every muscle in her body eases beneath me.
My wife, at my mercy, has complete and total trust in me.
My cock hardens in my slacks and a small smile pulls at her lips, though she says nothing, just stares with those big green eyes.
“How well do you take pain, wife?”
“I dance until my toes bleed, body shuts down, and muscles give out. I’ve been stabbed, cut open, and sewn back together and never once have I taken a pill to dull the ache. Alcohol? Sure. Muscle relaxers? Every now and again, but pain is a part of me. Has been for as long as I can remember. Now tell me why.”
Stretching my arm over her, I gather her waterfall of hair, drawing it forward and laying it along her shoulders, fingers running through the thick, silky length. “I’m going to do what I promised.”
Her eyes fall to my neck, pupils dilating at the sight of her lips forever imprinted on my skin. “Enzo—”
“Begin.”
The buzzing sounds again, and in my peripheral, I watch as Mino places his hand over my wife’s, holding her in place, simultaneously flattening her fingers to the wood beneath her palm.
My eyes never leave hers, and after a few seconds, there’s a small pull to her brows, slight pinch to her lips.
“Stop,” I bark out.
The buzzing ceases immediately, and Boston glares further, slowly raising a brow in challenge.
Clenching my jaw, I give a small nod, and Mino begins again.
My wife breathes deeply, her chest inflating below me, and I follow its path with my fingers, down her chest, along her breast line, and then all the way down her stomach.
She’s wearing a dress today. It’s tight and slinky along her waist, flaring out along her hips. Thank fuck for that or else her entire pussy would be out, and I’d already be in.
Her tongue runs along her lower lip as she watches me, daring me to come and play, but then she jerks, features scrunching up. My hand flies out to the right before I can stop it, wrapping around Mino’s throat.
His head pops up, face completely blank.
No shock, no worry or anger. He simply stares.
“You’re hurting her,” I force past clenched teeth.
“Boston,” he rasps around my grip. “Tell your man you’re fine.”
“Enzo,” she calls, but I don’t look away, gaze now frozen on her tiny, perfect finger. Bleeding.
She’s bleeding.
I start to shake.
“Husband…”
I blink, eyes snapping her way. I frown at the softness in her stare, one that tells me she would be reaching for me if she could.
“Come here,” she whispers.
Slowly, I release my hold on Mino’s throat and do as she asks. I lean over, bringing myself closer to her, our lips a breath away from one another.
“I’m fine,” she swears. “Mino, keep going.”
“No,” I snap.
“Yes,” she breathes, stretching as much as she can, her tongue sneaking out and sliding along the seam of my mouth. “He won’t hurt me. He’d never hurt me…right, Mino?”
“Never, tiny dancer,” he promises. “I would never hurt you.”
His hand leaves hers, slowly stretching out until his fingers are running up and down her arm in slow, tender strokes.
My eyes move back to my wife.
Her lips are parted, breathing growing deeper but more labored. “If my hands weren’t cuffed in place, I’d—”
“You’d what, Little Bride?” I snap out of it, grinding down into her, my dick hard and fucking thick against her, and I take no mercy, rubbing along her slit with long strokes. “Take me in your palm? Guide me home, right into that tight little cunt of yours?”
“In a fucking heartbeat.”
“You’d let Mino watch while I fucked you?”
“What better way to show him who I belong to?”
“Very slick, baby, but he needs no reminder. He knows.” I tug her lower lip between my teeth, freeing it only when it stretches to the max, and press my mouth to her ear. “Look what a good boy he’s being, touching you so softly, making sure you know he wants you to feel good and your pain isn’t pleasurable to him.”
“Stop teasing the poor girl, Enzo.” Mino’s tone is coy, and he makes no changes to what he’s doing. “I think it’s clear what she wants.”
“Hmm,” I hum, sucking on her neck until she gasps, tits pushing up into me. I can’t help but bite her then. “Should I give it to her?”
“Do you want your queen to want or have?”
“Always have. Never want.”
“Then, what is it you’re waiting for, my friend?”
“More like a brother, wouldn’t you say?” My hand goes to my belt, my button and zipper undone just as fast.