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damian

My eyelids refused to open, and I groaned. I drank way too much last night. My head was swimming, my body sluggish. The rocking of the yacht wasn’t helping, and I sucked in a deep breath, trying to focus. I tensed, realizing two things.

The first was that my arms were above my head, and I couldn’t fucking move them.

The second was someone was sitting on top of me.

I forced my eyelids open, blinking a few times until things came into focus.

Her vanilla scent hit me first. Relief that it was Talie on top of me was short-lived, because I was positive she was up to no good.

I slowly raised my gaze, taking in her clothes.

It was another lingerie outfit I’d bought for her, and it fit her perfectly.

The top was a sheer lace bra. The red fabric did little to hide her breasts, and the bottom was a thong in the same color.

“Like it?” she purred, her eyes bright with wicked mischief. “I have to say, you do have good taste when it comes to clothes.”

“Natalia,” I rasped. My throat was dry as hell. “What did you do?”

Now that I was more awake, I jerked my arms again, and she giggled. I shot her a glare before tilting my head up and my mouth fell open. She literally tied me to the headboard. Rough rope was wrapped around both of my wrists. I twisted and tugged, trying to slip out.

Until she shifted on top of me, and a whole new sensation dropped my attention to the rest of my body.

“What the fuck is that?” I hissed, meeting her eyes.

She blinked innocently. “What?”

I looked down, noticing I wasn’t wearing a shirt. When did I get undressed? The comforter was covering my waist where she was sitting, and it all began clicking together.

“You did this when I was sleeping?” I accused, anger scorching my veins.

“You were out like a light after those drinks.” She patted my cheek, making me scowl. “What a good wife I am to make sure my hardworking husband gets the sleep he needs.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I sputtered. I pulled against the rope, not caring if it scratched my wrists as I lifted my hips to knock her off. She managed to stay on me, but the movement had me going still. Something was different. Wrong .

“I couldn’t exactly do this if you woke up,” she continued. I was only half-listening while trying to figure out what the hell I was feeling. “Consider us even now.”

“Even?” I repeated. “About what?”

She leaned down, her soft breasts pressing into my chest as she let her lips brush over mine.

I didn’t move a muscle even when she kissed me along my jaw until nipping at my ear.

My heart was thundering, and when she bit my earlobe again, my body responded.

Heat raced down my spine, blood rushing to my dick.

“You want my orgasms. Love to tease me until I want to strangle you,” she whispered, her voice pure sin. “You deny me pleasure because I won’t let you be the one to give it to me. I want you to know how it feels.”

I hissed out a breath, my erection ridiculously uncomfortable. She lifted her head to look at me while running her nails down my chest. Her wicked smile widened when I squirmed under her. There was something on my cock. Something heavy. It was turning almost painful the more she touched me.

“Talie,” I gritted out. “What the fuck is on my dick?”

“Why don’t you take a guess,” she answered, sounding entirely too amused. “I got the idea from one of your research books.”

Fucking hell. I should have locked the damn library before I ever took her to the house. I struggled against the ropes, every one of my moves causing more strain on my dick.

“What does it feel like?” she asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“Why don’t you tell me what the hell it is?” I shot back.

“If that’s what you want.”

She rolled off me, taking the blanket with her. I had no clothes on, and when my eyes darted lower, I nearly choked. Shock and disbelief tore through me as I stared at what she put on me.

“Now, I get to deny you,” she murmured. “I think it’s going to be so much fun.”

I went rigid when she trailed her fingers down my stomach before moving lower.

My eyes were still glued to my dick. Or what I could see of it, anyway.

Because my poor cock was trapped in metal.

A small, steel cage looking thing. No wonder it hurt when I got hard.

There was no room for me to grow. No possible way to get an erection.

“A chastity cage,” she commented. “I did all the research to find the best one.”

I forced out a harsh laugh. “Oh, my bratty wife. You’re going to regret this so fucking much.”

She tsked. “Be nice, Damian. You really don’t want to make me upset when I’m the one holding this.”

I tracked her movements when she leaned over, reaching toward the nightstand.

Once she grabbed what she was looking for, she held it with a smug grin.

The small silver key caught the light, and I let out a noise of frustration as I glanced back down.

I wasn’t sure how I missed it the first time, but now I saw it.

A steel padlock at the top of the cage she locked on me.

“There’s nothing on this boat to cut through that lock,” she informed me. “We still have two more nights before we dock.”

My pulse thrashed at her words. “You can’t keep this locked on me?—”

“I can’t?” she cut me off, her sweet voice starting to grate on me. “Fucking try me, Damian. Your ass is mine the next two days. Unless you can convince me otherwise.”

Oh, this fucking girl.

I wanted to demand she let me go. Rage and fight against the ropes. But I didn’t. I stayed perfectly still. The rise and fall of my chest were my only movements. My outburst was what she wanted. Right now, I refused to give her an inch of anything.

“Here, you must be thirsty.” She grabbed her cup from the bedside, taking a sip from the straw before bringing it to my lips. “Where’s your smile, Damian? You’re here naked in a room with me, like you wanted last night.”

Fury burned through me as I gulped down the much-needed cold water as I glared at her. My hands were clenched into fists, and I couldn’t stop looking at my trapped dick. I needed to get that damn key.

“What do you want?” I asked, attempting to keep my voice steady.

“I’m so glad you asked.” She slowly climbed back on top of me, but this time she sat right on top of my cock. “I’m going to sit on your face. And you’re going to pleasure me until I’m completely satisfied. If you do a good job, I’ll untie you.”

“Then you’ll give me the key,” I snapped.

I was scrambling, trying to think of anything other than the taste of her pussy.

I’d only been dreaming about it since she came back home.

And the one time she offered, my dick was literally shackled.

I groaned, feeling myself getting harder before I could stop myself.

She purposefully slid her pussy over the cage. Even though there was a metal barrier between us, it wasn’t enough to prevent me from feeling her. Her warmth. How wet she was. It was more than enough for my cock to try to harden.

“Fuck,” I breathed out.

It was suffocating. Uncomfortable. Getting painful the harder I grew.

But I could only get so big. The cage made it impossible to get even half an erection since it was only two or three inches long.

I squeezed my eyes shut, filling my head with anything that wasn’t her practically naked body on top of me.

I yanked my arms, cursing under my breath when the ropes didn’t budge.

“Well?” she asked, not stopping her movements over my cock. “Are you going to get me off like I want? You do want me to untie you, don’t you?”

“Goddamn it, Talie,” I hissed, unable to concentrate on anything other than her.

“Frustrating, isn’t it?” She leaned down, running her tongue up my throat. “To be so aroused and not able to do a fucking thing about it?”

I blew out a breath. “You have no idea how much more I can do to tease you. But after this, I can promise you’re going to find out.”

“Dirty thoughts? That won’t help your situation right now.”

She was right. Thinking about anything sexual only made it worse. My cock was swelling against the cage, trying to grow. But I couldn’t picture anything else when she was still touching me.

“You like this,” she taunted. “Being tied up.”

I scoffed. “I’m all about kink. But I’ve never been the one tied up. Or had my dick locked up.”

“Well, now you have.”

“And now you’re going to untie me,” I ordered, my gaze cutting to hers. “You had your fun.”

Her smile was all kinds of dirty when she grasped my chin. “The fun is just starting.”

“Talie,” I murmured, attempting to keep my voice steady, “as much as I want a taste of you, I’m not doing anything until you let me go.”

Her eyes flashed with surprise before she covered it.

With a shrug, she slid off me, getting comfortable on the mattress next to me.

I brushed my fingers across the rope, snagging the end while resisting the urge to look up.

I might be able to get myself out of this if she didn’t tie off the rope good enough.

“I’m not leaving this bed until I get what I want.

Even if I have to do it myself.” She spun around until her legs were closer to my chest before spreading them, giving me the perfect view of her pussy.

The thong was a scrap of fabric, barely covering anything, and a second later, she pushed it to the side.

I bit my tongue, my jaw ticking. No fucking way I was going to last with her touching herself in front of me.

I continued messing with the rope while keeping my attention on her.

She didn’t look away from me as she circled her clit slowly before pushing one finger into her pussy.

A strangled groan left me, and I yanked again, not giving a shit that I was probably giving myself rope burn.

“Don’t you want me to untie you?” she taunted as she slowly rubbed her clit. “All you have to do is get me off.”

I muttered a curse, my eyes staying locked on her wet pussy. My trapped cock swelled painfully against the metal, yet I still couldn’t look away from her. Her finger was slowly circling her clit, and when a soft moan escaped from her lips, I lost any shred of control.

“Get your ass over here,” I demanded, desperation coating my voice.

She giggled breathlessly, continuing to touch herself. “Why?”

“Fuck, Natalia,” I grated out, jerking against the rope. “Sit on my fucking face.”

“That’s not asking nicely.”

I stared at her, my heart hammering. “You really don’t want to push me right now.”

Her eyes flashed with heated amusement. “Say please, Damian.”

She kept fingering herself, absolutely knowing she was driving me crazy. I shifted, the movement doing nothing to ease the pressure of my trapped dick. My stubbornness usually rivaled hers. But right now? There was nothing on my mind except tasting her.

I let out a gruff chuckle. “ Please sit on me, wife. I promise I won’t come up for air until you’re soaking my face.”

She narrowed her eyes, hearing the promise of payback in my voice. But it wasn’t enough for her to stop all this. A second later, she sat up, and I clenched my jaw as she scooted up my chest. Just feeling her on top of me was enough for my hormones to go fucking haywire.

I sucked in a breath when she climbed on top of me, hovering right over my face. Fuck me, her scent had my cock straining painfully against the damn cage.

She situated herself around my bound arms, making herself comfortable before lowering herself down. A groan tore from my throat when my tongue met her already wet pussy.

One taste .

That was all it took. There was no other woman on this fucking planet who compared to her in any way. Something I’d already known. Tasting her only cemented the fact even more.

“I want you to suck on my clit,” she demanded, smugness in her tone. “You’ve already proven you know what you’re doing in the bedroom. Don’t disappoint me, Damian.”

I chuckled against her pussy. The way she challenged me in every aspect of our marriage only made my obsession with her grow.

My lips locked around her clit, and I sucked while swirling my tongue. Her moan cut through the silence as I writhed under her, my dick swelling against the cage. I wasn’t sure I’d fucking survive this. Her noises and taste were already driving me crazy, and she wasn’t even close to coming yet.

I sucked and licked until her legs tightened around my head. As much as I wanted to draw this out longer, there was no way I would last. My cock was already throbbing painfully. Once I had this damn cage off, I’d have her sit on my face again when I could take my time.

“Yes,” she breathed out, her hips rocking. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”

Her command had defiance bristling through me.

This was the first time I’d ever been in a position where I wasn’t in charge.

My emotions were far more mixed than I wanted to admit.

I would never do this with anyone else, but this was Talie.

If she wanted to be in control, then I’d let her.

Not that I had much of a choice at the moment.

I would do whatever she fucking asked when she was holding the key to my freedom.

Now, I had first-hand knowledge on how my teasing must drive her crazy.

I grazed my teeth over her clit, earning a pleasure-filled cry from her. Twisting my wrists in the rope, my heart jumped when it loosened slightly. Talie didn’t seem to notice as she continued to ride my face.

Studying her body language, I quickly found the pace she needed to climb to the edge. Each stroke of my tongue over her pussy only added to my torture. My body was desperately clawing for a release, and nothing I did was relieving it.

“Oh my God,” she screamed hoarsely.

Her thighs squeezed the life out of me as she came hard. I jerked against the rope, licking her pussy, relishing in her taste. It was fucking torture. The cage and being tied up. All I wanted was to bury myself inside of her. To make her scream even louder.

She scooted back until she was straddling my hips, her chest still heaving. My eyes trailed down her flushed face, halting on her pebbled nipples that were pushing against the sheer fabric of the lingerie. I bit my tongue, yanking against the ropes harder.

This time it gave a little, and I chuckled, hearing Talie’s sharp intake of breath. Oh, this was far from over.