Page 45 of Satan's Naughty List
“How the hell am I supposed to follow that?” He cries out, arms flailing dramatically.
“You’ll do just fine,” I reassure, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to my lips. His face flushes a cherry red as the crowd laughs.
“Gosh, what would I do without you?” He sighs. Squeezing my hand, tears start rolling with abandon. “Today I join my life to yours, not simply as your husband, but as your friend, your lover, and your biggest supporter. Let me be the shoulder you lean on and the companion of your life. You have taught me that two people joined together with respect, trust, and open communication can be far stronger and happier than each could ever be alone. You are the strength I didn't know I needed and the joy that I didn't know I lacked. Today, I choose to spend the rest of my life with you.
“I promise to love you for who you are, and for who you are yet to become. I promise to be patient and to remember that all things between us are rooted in love. I promise to nurture your dreams and help you reach them. I promise to share my whole heart with you and to remember to show you how deeply I care for you, no matter the challenges that may come our way. I promise to love you loyally and fiercely—as long as I shall live.”
“Paxton Williams, do you take Andrew Bradley to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness, and in health. For richer and poorer. Till death do you part?”
“I do, forever and always.” His ring slips over my finger shakily.
“Andrew Bradley, do you take Paxton Williams to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness, and in health. For richer and poorer. Till death do you part?”
“I do,” I confirm, sliding my ring onto his finger. “Forever and always.”
“By the power vested in me by the State of Washington, I now pronounce you husband and husband.” Without waiting another moment, I grasp the back of his neck and smash our lips together. It’s just him and I, joining in union for the rest of our lives.
“I love you, Paxton Bradley,” I whisper, pulling back from him. Tears swell in his eyes as we stare at one another.
“I love you, Andrew Bradley.” His response is low, filled with sorrow and love.
“I’m going to show you just how much you fucking mean to me. But first, I’m going to punish you for even doubting that my love for you is less than.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Anoverlyfamiliardarknesscreeps into my heart. There’s a layer of black that threatens to take over. If it weren’t for my husband…I don’t know where I’d be.
In a surprise move for both of us, I launch myself into his arms. He doesn’t hesitate to grab me under my thighs and hoists my legs around his waist. Our mouths mold together into one, tongues clashing as he walks us out of Aspen’s room.
Once she’s awake and able to talk a bit more, we’ll introduce her to our lives. Thankfully, neither Nomad nor I need bondage or harmful play to get turned on, but it’s definitely a lot more fun.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he rasps against my mouth. Dropping my hips just a smidge, his cock rubs against mine in my jeans. Both of us are rock hard, too wound up from the adrenaline for the past few days. Strike that, the last fucking month has been too much.
Before I can pull back to breathe, he’s taking the stairs up to our bedroom. It’s more secluded in the corner, further of a walk, the louder I can scream.
This man deserves to be worshiped.
Taking that into consideration, just as he steps over the threshold of our room, I wiggle harshly. He groans a guttural sound at the back of his throat before complying, my legs dropping heavily onto the plush carpet of our room. No warning needed, I drop to my knees. His brows shoot up his forehead before a wicked grin registers over his face. My own gleam in return as I work to undo the buckle.
Large hands encompass my wrists, halting me. “Did I say you could have a taste of me?” He asks, his tone low and husky with need.
“No sir.” Batting my lashes at the bulking male, the obvious tent in his jeans makes my mouth water. If I could blink and make his clothes be gone, I absolutely would.
“I want you naked by the time my belt comes off,” he yields, taking a single step backward. “Now.” The command jolts my bones. Launching back to my feet, he takes his time as I jerk around with serious speed just to do as I’m asked.
Naked in record time, I stand breathless. The belt comes through the last loop as I pant for air.
“Good boy,” he coos, looping the belt back into itself and making them into cuffs. “Wrists.” Mindlessly, my wrists push outward to him. Lord have mercy. Fastening the loops tightly, he has me wiggle them around to ensure blood flow is still good.
“On the bed, on your back. Head hanging over the edge,” he barks. Like a zap, I jump to follow the order. Scrambling, I work myself on the bed and do as asked. “What a good boy you are. Obeying orders is very good. You’ll get a good treat after your punishment.”
I don’t say a damn thing. If you speak out of turn, that could add to the tally of punishments. Instead, I lie there obediently silent.
“Open,” he grunts, notching his swollen cock at my mouth. No warning is given as he drives straight to the back. Thankfully, my tongue blocks the gag reflex as he drives in over and over again. My attention is captivated by the man whose balls are slapping my forehead. If my hands weren’t tied, I’d be massaging them, maybe even playing with the spot right behind them.
Between the sounds of my slurping and his grunts, my own cock practically doubles in size. My fingers clasp together tightly to stop me from reaching down and bringing myself to orgasm with him. This is my punishment, and I’m sure I’ll be getting a flogger to the back when he’s done.
“Shit, suck harder,” he demands, ramming in and retreating before repeating the process. Again, I follow orders. Hollowing my cheeks, I open my throat completely and breath through my nose as he propels forward. “Yes, yes, yes!” He roars, hot seed coating the back of my throat as he pulses in my mouth. His length jumps and pulsates as he continues to shout praises, cooing at me for sucking him just how he likes it.
