Page 99 of Sins and Virtue

“Trust me?”

She smirked back like the fiend she was. “Always.”

With her permission, I grabbed the old rusted chains, wrapping them around one hand then the other, pulling each in the opposite direction, tightening the chains around her wrist just enough so she wouldn’t fall or escape. Then I knelt down, pinning each leg down across the wooden crucifix.

I stared up, rose to my feet, and admired her in reverence.

Her long dark hair was sprayed out on the frame of the cross, her body curved up against mine, and she craved to be mine as I craved to be hers.

“How do you feel?”

She looked at her arm above her and legs below, bonded, unable to move or run away. “Different. Exposed. Naughty.” A rebellious tilt filled her lips.

Leaning in, I dropped my forehead to hers, whispering a sacred secret I could no longer keep hidden. She gazed up at me through her lashes, her eyes loving, vulnerable, and trusting. “You are my salvation, Blair.”

“And you’re my damnation.”

“That makes us a match made in heaven then."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Good girl,” I rasped, leaving a small swift kiss. One that was more significant than any other because this had been our destined fate. One we were always bonded to.

She sighed in bliss, “Fuck me already.” Her breast heavy, her body taut and wanton.

Her little reactions made me more turned on and made it impossible to ignore my own needs for long.

My erection was hard and stiff beneath my trousers. Too painful to contain for long.

The thought of fucking her ran through my mind 24/7.

What man wouldn’t want his wife all day, every night? Your mate, your other half, the one person in the whole world who understood you like no one else.

They must have been insane to want anyone else.

My insanity had no limits for Blair; she was the one thing I wouldn’t restrain and deprive myself of. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

This world was hers.

I was at her command.

Her loyal, humble servant. The owner of her heart and mind and body.

Stopping in my own tracks, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and let my cock free as it hit my stomach. The head was larger than normal, and a white pre-cum dripped out from the double-pierced tip.

She swallowed, licking her bottom lip. Her eyes rounded. “You’re pierced?”

“Just like you dreamed of,kotyonok.”

“It’s not going to fit.”

“You’re going to take it again. Over and over whenever I want to.” I stroked my cock, running my thumb over the rim where the metal piercing made red, blurring pleasure run through my veins.

She squirmed uselessly, bound to my will, as I decided we both could have some fun as I reinserted two of my fingers into her pussy and pushed her to her limits. Fingering her harder, faster,feeling her cunt tighten, and a small release of fluid began to flow.

“You’re so wet and needy, baby.” I relished her desperation as my jaw clenched trying to resist the urge not to come now.

“Fuck… you,” she hissed under her breath, her wrist cuff restraining her in embarrassment as I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling over and over her weak spot.