Page 26 of Ice & Steel

“What did I say about safewords, Liv?” I asked.

“They’re not bad,” she whispered. “That you want me to use my safeword if I need it. And…you said good girls use safewords when they need them.”

“Good,” I praised, tightening my fingers in her hair. “If you don’t play by the rules, you can’t play at all. Is that what you want?”

She shook her head. “I promise to use my safeword if I need it.”

She was ready, I could tell by how she curved her spine and pushed her ass out. I glanced up at the reflective ceiling overhead, savoring the soft inward curve of her waist and the roundness of her ass.

Fuck me, my wife was beautiful.

I traced down her spine with the crop and brought it down on the left side of her ass. She kept her head lowered, but I saw the tremor in her hips. She whimpered when I spanked her again, taking care not to hit the tender folds of her pussy or the plug.

I wanted my wife aroused, spanked into a wet, little mess on the bed, not in real pain.

“Do you need more, baby?” I murmured.

She nodded beneath my palm. I brought the crop down on her, peppering her with light thuds to warm her up. Her pussy clenched and dripped onto the bed. She squirmed and I slid my grip onto the nape of her neck and pinned her in place. The crop lashed across her ass and the sound split through the air again and again.

Until she released a little sob.

I tossed the crop aside. She gasped as I flipped her onto her back and fell between her thighs. My fingers fumbled as I undid my belt and tore at it, desperate to be inside her cunt. It came away, unleashing my erection, and I thrust into her to the hilt.

She wailed, squirming. Her pussy was so tight and soaked with need it was almost painful. Bracing my knee, I gripped her around the back of the neck, and began fucking her into the bed. Hard and fast, the wet sounds of our bodies filling the room.

Her mouth fell open, little whimpers pouring from it. I felt her pleasure grow, her body writhing, until it burst in an orgasm. She came with heavy pulses, gripping my cock so hard my hips stuttered and pleasure shot down my spine. I thrust hard, riding her clit with my groin. Emptying myself into her with a heavy groan.

She gasped, eyes hazy and makeup smudged on her cheeks. I dragged my cock from her and rolled onto my side and unfastened the chain from her cuffs. She gave a weak moan, rubbing at her wrists.

“Too much for you, baby?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes, but I decided to let it slide. “Why don’t you try being tied up and see how you feel?” she teased weakly.

I shifted upright and unfastened the chain. “I intend to.”

There was a short, shocked silence and she sat up and her brow creased. I rose and retrieved the collar from the dresser. My fingers went still on the black leather. I could feel her eyes on my back, burning with curiosity.

Was this a good idea?

Fuck it. I turned and tossed the collar into her lap.

CHAPTER NINE

OLIVIA

I startled, catching the circle of leather and buckles in my hands. My fingers closed over it and my heart began thrumming. Usually when he put a collar on me, he didn’t ask. He just had me lift my hair and keep my eyes lowered while he snapped it around my neck. We never had to discuss the why of what we were doing because he read my mind and body like an open book.

But I couldn’t read him like that. I looked up, chewing on my lower lip.

He cocked his head. “Do I frighten you, baby?” he asked, his voice hushed.

“Yes, sometimes you do,” I admitted. “What is this?”

“It’s a collar.”

“I mean…I can see that, Lucien. Why do you want to wear it?”

He knelt on the bed and took the leather from my fingers. He made short work of the buckle, unfurling the length. There were two silver rings on either side with a conjoined chain to keep the pressure on the front. The inside was soft velvet.