We’re walking fast now. “If you don’t want this, say it.”
“No, I do. I just don’t want people to think you suddenly started neglecting your work because I showed up.”
“Everyone that works for me is incredibly capable,” I say. “They can live without me for a couple of hours.”
Her soft moan at the word hours sends blood straight to my dick. I can’t get her into the house fast enough. “Upstairs,” I whisper. “Take off your clothes.” She goes without any hesitation.
I follow at a slower pace, savoring the sensation of control. Of surrender. Of someone willing to play this game with me.
Rachel is perfectly, gloriously naked when I reach my—our—bedroom. Her hair tumbles over her shoulders and her chest is flushed pink in anticipation.
My cock is hard enough that I’m uncomfortable. But it’s worth it for what’s about to happen. I walk over to her, standing at the foot of my bed, and put one finger under her chin. I tilt her gaze up to mine. “Still okay?”
“Very okay.” Her eyes are liquid with lust. “Do I need to call you sir?”
I raise an eyebrow. “You can if it feels right. Let’s start simple,” I say, walking around her. “Give me your hands.”
She presses them behind her back, and I gather her wrists together in one hand and wrap the rope around them with the other. I bind them together carefully, hearing her breath hitch as she tests the strength of the bond there.
I’ve been tying knots since I was young, and with ranch life, you don’t even have to think twice. She’s not going anywhere. Circling back to her, I slowly smile. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice is breathy.
Gripping the back of her neck, I pull her in for a powerful kiss, using my other hand to slip between her legs. Her pussy is hot and wet, already aroused by just being in my rope. Damn, she’s perfect.
My wife is perfect.
I pull back from the kiss, holding myself back from tossing her on the bed and abandoning all my plans. “On your knees, beautiful.”
Rachel lowers herself to the ground, her eyes are glued to my belt as I undo it, pulling my cock free. It’s already fully erect, exactly in line with her luscious mouth. I didn’t get to see her suck my cock yesterday, and this time I’m going to enjoy it.
Reaching out, I brush my fingers across her jaw, dip my thumb between her lips. She sucks on it like she’s already got her mouth on my cock, and that nearly makes me go blind. “Open your mouth,” I growl.
“Yes, sir.”
Holy shit. I’m not prepared for the reaction in my body, my cock jumping in response to her words. “Suck my cock, wife. However you like. You’ll start in control, but I promise that you won’t end that way.”
I watch the way she shudders, the words sinking in. We both ignore the fact that the way I have her bound means that she’s not in control at all, and I love it.
Rachel doesn’t waste time, wrapping her lips around my shaft and sucking me deep. Her tongue traces that sensitive spot on the underside of the head, and she lets me fall out of her mouth in order to glide her lips and tongue down the sides of my shaft.
She is very, very good at this.
There are a hundred scenarios in my head of how I can use her delicious mouth. Each one naughtier than the last. And when she sinks deeper onto her knees and takes my balls into her mouth without me telling her to…I nearly come right then.
I’m not going to last long like this. Being with Rachel makes me feel like I’m a teenager again. Always horny and always ready to go. I’ve had more sex in the last day than I’ve had in years, and I don’t see my body showing any signs of stopping.
Fisting my hand in Rachel’s hair, I guide her mouth back to my cock and thrust in. She’s no longer in control as I thrust deeper into her mouth. And deeper still. How far can she take me?
I’m not small, and the thought of her taking all of me inside…damn, I can’t think about that if I want to last.
But she takes more of me than I’m expecting, all the way to the back of her mouth where my cock is pushing against her throat. One swallow and she’ll be there.
We can save that for next time. I’m too close as I fuck her mouth, hard and fast, holding her head still as I take what I need. I’m there, the fire licking down my spine and through my balls. My voice is raw. “Swallow it all,” I say, a split second before the orgasm hits, pleasure driving through me like a stampede.
I hold myself deep, feeling the way I fill her mouth with cum and the way she swallows me completely. Her lips are still stretched around my shaft. When I can breathe again, her gorgeous eyes lock on mine. “Good girl,” I tell her, pulling my cock from between her lips.
She just smiles. And I smile too. Because we’re not remotely finished.
10
Rachel
That was the hottest thing that I’ve ever done. I’ve never been tied up before, and that added element of not being able to move my hands turned my arousal up to eleven.
I honestly barely noticed Clayton’s bed frame in the midst of our passion, but now I’m very aware of the fact that there are four tall posts. They don’t go to the ceiling or anything, but they’re prominent, and given that rope is wrapped around my wrists, I’m betting those are coming into play.
“You like the rope,” Clayton says. It’s not a question.
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Ready for more?”
“Hell yes,” I breathe.
Clayton unwinds the rope from my wrists, but he doesn’t free me. He keeps the rope attached, drawing me
