Page 20 of Satan's Naughty List
“On the bed, cock up.” He steps back, his arms crossing over his chest in their natural position. While I’m naked, he’s still fully dressed. Minus his cock, but just as I go to move, he tucks that back in too.
“Safe word?” He calls as he makes his way over to the toy wall. He begins collecting whips, cuffs, and a spreader bar before he stops. Looking over his shoulder, his brow raises tentatively, hands stopped mid-reach.
“Red,” I huff, working my way onto the bed. He hums in acknowledgement, continuing his quest to find shit. Plopping down, I take in the soft material on my heated skin. This shit should be sin, it’s so damn good.
“What’s your caution word?” His back is to me as I grab my cock, pumping slightly. The muscles ripple in his back while he moves. Drool seeps from my lips before I can stop myself.
“Yellow,” I sigh, sliding my hand up my shaft to collect the small bead of pre-cum. He still doesn’t turn.
“Your go word?”
“Green.” I bite back a moan, which is when he finally seizes up. I can’t stop myself as I rub quickly.
“If I turn around and your hand is on your cock, I’m going to deny you so many times you’ll pass out before you get permission.” I release myself, attempting to dry off the wetness before it’s too late.
He glances over his shoulder, disapproval evident. My heart sinks in my chest even though I did it on purpose. I’m the brat, it’s my job, yet I hate seeingthatlook on his face. It makes me want to plead for forgiveness.
“Were you touching yourself?” He grunts, stalking over with several items in his arms. Gulping, I debate on whether I want to try and lie my way out of this. If I know anything about my husband, it definitely wouldn’t work. Instead, I go the honest route.
“Yes, sir,” I hum, leaning up on my elbows. “I couldn’t resist looking at you and not taking advantage of watching your body at work. You’re too good looking.”Too honest?
He laughs boisterously, his eyes alight with heat, lust, and humor. There’s a small table next to the bed where he places all of his accumulated items. A piece of black silky material shines as he fists it tightly, walking over to me slowly.
“Since you can’t help yourself, I should definitely get that under control.” Slipping the material over my eyes, he ties it behind my head without catching any of my hair. A pro, he is.
“Please forgive me, master,” I coo, knowing he loves it a little too much when I call him that. From the sound, I’m pretty sure he purred.
“I think you're too much of a trouble maker to have that mouth unfilled.” Opening my mouth to dispute, he shoves a hollow ball gag between my lips. I protest, but he doesn’t listen. Instead, he uses my head being lifted as an opportunity to secure it. My hands instantly move to reach behind my head, but again, he stops me.
“Goodness, baby. You’re just in a mood to be completely restricted, aren’t you?” I do my best to respond, however, it’s all just mumbles and saliva that comes out. Using one hand to contain my two, he slaps metal cuffs over my wrists and binds them to something else. I can’t tell what it is, but I don’t think I want to know. That’s the fun of it.
Grunting, I fight the restraints and twist.
“In the mood to fight?” He growls. Aswooshmeets my ears right as the leather meets my inner thigh. I must jump a mile off the bed as another hit slaps prematurely on my other leg. Muffled shouts pour through the gag as he continues his myriad.
My cock leaks heavily as my balls draw tight. I’m about to fucking cum just as he stops, stepping back.
“You’re liking that a little too much, aren’t you?” He snaps, shuffling around. I wiggle on the bed in an attempt to get this damn blind fold off. Sensory deprivation isn’t a fan favorite, but I’m never against it. “New plan.” A pop of a lid cap then his calloused hand grasps my cock, jerking roughly.
“Mmm,” I groan, letting him play with me however he feels. It’s far too rough for me to cum, which he knows. He fucking knows that.
Just as I’m about to lose my shit and shout for more, he stops. Again, he fucking backs away from my body.
Soft material cases my ankles, his fingers dancing over my skin as he straps them on each one. After a moment of sitting with my legs propped, he takes the bar and clicks it open several sections. My legs suspend in the air, his hand coming down on my ass a few times before he stops. More clattering then there’s a sound of metal on metal. He practically bends me in half as he jerks the bar further up. The warmth of his body is completely gone, so I know he’s no longer touching me. Which means that he’s tied my legs up to something.
Fucking hell.
“Look at that sweet ass,” he exhales, popping the cap on the lube bottle again. “I should take it just like it is. Who needs to be worked up when you’re as loose as a whore?” Motorcycles drive in my stomach at his words, my dick jerks at the thought of being taken how he wants me.
“Use me,” I beg, wiggling around to get more comfortable.
“Oh baby,” he groans, his hands skating over my ass. “You asked for it.”
Chapter Fifteen
Iwatchhisgorgeouscock jump at my erotic words. This man is my husband, and I couldn’t be more fucking blessed.
Rubbing the lube with my fingers, I don’t give him the chance to prepare. I shove into him knuckle deep, listening to the scream he releases around the hollow gag. It’s a pleasurable sound with a twinge of pain. A sound I’m familiar with due to all these years of being intimate. Saliva flings out with each shout, my finger slamming into him over and over again. He’s still fucking tight after years of brutal fucking.
