Page 96 of Corrupted Pleasure

“Promises, promises,” she whispered, attempting to taunt but her voice was too hoarse.

I slapped her ass playfully, then straightened and reached next to me to grab my phone.

“Oh my wife, I promise and deliver,” I told her, as I opened the camera and turned it to video.

She looked at me over her shoulder, her dark hair in such a contrast to her ivory skin.

“Are you going to record us?” she asked, her eyes darting to my phone that I propped against the nightstand.

“I am.” She didn’t argue, and for that alone, I would reward her. God, I couldn’t wait to feel her clench around me. But I’d take it slow. We had all the time in the world. So I admired her naked body, tormenting myself with the beautiful sight.

Returning to her, I trailed my hand down her graceful back, then slid my hand over her round ass and reached between her thighs.

“Your body is burning with anticipation,” I purred with satisfaction. “For your punishment. To feel my cock inside your tight cunt. To feel my come leak down your thighs.”

“Fuck,” she moaned, as my finger slid between her folds and she eagerly rocked her hips against it.

I retracted my fingers. “Not so fast.”

A frustrated noise left her throat. “Don’t be an ass,” she complained, turning her head to glare at me. “Just give it to me.”

I chuckled darkly. She was greedy. It pleased me immensely because I’d be a greedy motherfucker when it came to her. I’d own her every hole, her every thought, her every smile.

“Face down on the comforter and ass up,” I ordered her, slapping her ass gently.

She moved forward and got into the position, wiggling her ass and tempting me. Holy fuck! That ass was magnificent.

“Hands behind your back.” She obeyed without hesitation, her curiosity pushing her forward. My hand at the small of her back, I looped my silk tie around her wrists a few times, then tied it off in a loose knot.

Then I picked up the belt. I felt her tense, peeking over her shoulder.

“Remember the safe word?” I asked, leaning over her back and placing a small kiss on her creamy shoulder.

“Cognac,” she murmured, her face still turned and her eyes watching me. I couldn’t resist her mouth. I brushed my lips against hers and I licked them, nibbled on her plump lower lip, reveling in her shudders.

She moaned and I took advantage of it, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She tilted her head back, my cock pushing against the sweet curve of her ass. Our tongues hungry, I ravished her mouth, my teeth biting her and swallowing her whimpers. This woman, my wife, didn’t seem to mind the pain with the pleasure. In fact, she thrived on it, just as I did.

At this point, I was painfully hard. And she had just sucked me off. Before I lost my head, I pulled away.

“That’s right, baby. Cognac.”

I shifted slightly away and stroked the strap of the belt along the curve of her bottom, teasing her with the possibilities.

“Relax,” I instructed softly. “You’re in control.”

I wrapped the strap around her upper thighs and buckled the belt, having it secured so she couldn’t move her legs apart. I heard her sharp inhale of surprise. It wasn’t what she’d been expecting.

With both her arms and legs bound, I had all the control. But it was more important to me that she knew she was in control of this.

“Remember, you’re in control,” I purred as I glided my free hand down the slope of her spine and my other hand caressed her ass. I sensed her relaxing with each second, pushing into my touch. She was pure perfection.

Her body was soft and yielding, craving dominance. Just waiting for it.

Smack.

She gasped in shock and I soothed her pain with the caress of my palm. Then as I sensed her relaxing it into my hand, I slapped her other ass cheek. The savage need for her twisted in the base of my spine.

“Count, Céile.”