You’re mine to unwrap. The ultimate gift.
What the hell did I do to deserve her?
With every loosened lace Tess shivered, her mouth working harder on mine until her fingers landed in my hair, tugging me ruthlessly.
I stumbled, unwilling to use stomach muscles that’d been beaten with a baseball bat. We tripped together, never letting go or breaking the kiss. Our lips were hot and wet. Our thoughts connected—our bodies linked.
Regaining our footing, I undid the final lace. Unwrapping the corset from her body, I dropped it to the floor. Tess breathed a sigh of relief. Her br**sts went from squished and high to natural and heavy.
Her ni**les called to me—wondrously beckoning to my cock. I wanted to thrust between her br**sts. I wanted to grace her perfect throat with a necklace made from come. So much I wanted to do. And I can. She’s my wife.
A bolt of ultimate happiness chased away everything I’d lived through. Lynx and his f**king mind-games were over. I would get over my issues with towels and never look back.
Tess had defeated me in more ways than one. In so many ways that mattered.
My balls twitched in anticipation. A shooting pain radiated in my stomach. I couldn’t tell if it was the overbearing need to fill her or if my body suffered under pressure. Either way—I ignored it, focusing on her heat and liquidity.
Tugging on the leash trailing between her br**sts, I jerked her close. She gasped against my lips, her tongue dancing with mine in a tango full of need.
I wanted to make love to her forever.
I will make love to her forever.
Nothing would stop me from spending the rest of my days worshipping this woman.
My eyes opened, diving into hers. Our lips never stopped taking but messages were sent and understood.
I love you.
I adore you.
You’re mine.
I’m yours.
Her hands dove into my hair, pulling me ever closer. Her touch claimed every part of me—she lived in my skin, my heart, my mind.
I drowned in her taste. I wanted her crying as she came. I wanted her unravelling on my tongue.
With strong arms, I plucked her from the floor, walking her to the bed. We never stopped kissing, licking. Time had finally obeyed me—stopping in this wonderful moment. The world ceased to spin—letting us indulge.
When my knees hit the mattress, I lowered her gently. Her weight transferred to the crisp white bedspread; her blonde hair fanned out in lazy waves.
I broke the kiss, leaning over her. “Fuck, you’re so damn magnifique.”
Tess rolled upright, not caring her hair fell around her shoulders, hiding her br**sts. With sharp determination, she pushed my lower belly, placing me where she wanted.
Her fingers wrapped around my h*ps and she gave me exactly what she promised. Her mouth swallowed my length in one long delicious pull.
“Holy shit, esclave.”
My brain stuttered out, blanking every sense, every thought. All I could focus on was the slippery heaven of her lips. Every nerve ending went straight to my cock.
Her head bobbed, sucking hard—almost violent in her speed and possession. I was her hostage, governed by a body desperate for a release. She was my witch. My whore. My wife.
“Tess—fuck.” My hands landed in her hair, fisting her thick curls. My ass clenched, rocking into her wet talented mouth. Her hand grasped the base, stroking me in time with her sucks.
My eyes rolled back, giving every inch of control to Tess. For once, I didn’t care she’d taken away my power. For once, I had no issues with her being in charge.
She owns me anyway. There was no difference if she took what she wanted or accepted.
“My mouth is yours, master. Always,” she murmured, kissing the tip, sliding back down—down and down—her teeth whispering over delicate flesh.
Her fingers found my balls, rolling them, squeezing. They tightened, drawing close to my body, so hot, so f**king ready to blow.
“Q…I want to drink you,” Tess said, wrenching my head back as she deep-throated me.
I groaned, losing my eyesight completely. “God, Tess. Your mouth is f**king magic.” My body stiffened, bliss blasting down my legs. My stomach clenched, working through the pain, wobbling in her hold.
I want to come.
So come.
I can’t.
All enjoyment faded.
I crashed from my blowjob high to a crevice of lows. My mind filled with images of the slave sucking me. Her tentative lips—her juvenile touch compared to Tess’s mastery.
Shit.
Pushing Tess away, I swiped a hand over my face. I don’t want to tell her.
Did I have the strength to tell her what Lynx did? That another woman had been forced to lick the same c**k forever belonging to Tess?
Secrets will ruin you.
Tess had accepted me despite knowing nothing of my past. She loved me in spite of knowing my present. She promised to never leave, regardless of what happened in the future, and I couldn’t dishonour her by not being honest.
“Is everything okay?” Tess’s lips were swollen, waiting for me to slide back inside and forget—forget about everything.
But I couldn’t.
Falling to my knees, I took her hands. I didn’t know where to start. She had to understand my reasoning before I blurted out the horror. Taking a deep breath, trying to find my runaway courage, I said, “I was so f**king frightened when I couldn’t find you, Tess. When you were taken, I lost a part of myself. I willingly gave that part up to hunt for you—mainly because in some dark recess—I thought I’d never see you again.
“You own me completely, so when you were missing, I had nothing.”
Her fingers twitched, linking around mine with encouragement.
“I did things, esclave. I butchered men and feel no regrets. I tortured traffickers and feel no remorse. I do things society wouldn’t approve but I don’t care because I do. It fits within my law—do you see?”
Tess shook her head softly. “Your law? Q…what are you talking about?”
It was surreal holding her dressed only in a collar, pantyhose, and knickers. I kneeled before her naked, spilling my heart. Way to pick a f**king time. But I couldn’t go any further until I’d purged myself. She needed to know how f**king sorry I was.
“Q, you’re scaring me. Why are you telling me this?”
Swallowing hard, I replied, “Because it’s time you know the truth about me.” I’m doing this. I’m truly going to spill everything in one messed up conversation. “I don’t talk about my family because my father was a heinous f**king bastard who raped and murdered women. I hated what he did. And I shot him. I brought a gun and premeditated murder all because I couldn’t listen to the screams anymore. But the moment I pressed the trigger, his tendencies shot into me. His evilness found a new host—in a boy who was his father’s true heir.”