Chapter 47: Chase

One Year Later

"Fuck, that’s nice," I grunt, sliding my cock into Livia’s waiting mouth. "Suck it good, baby."

My wife obeys with an eagerness that makes my balls tight, closing her lips around me and pulling me deep. I push in until I feel her throat, savor the slick and soft heat of it, and then pull back out to admire my kitten. I’ve got her handcuffed to the bed, flat on her back with her handcuffed wrists secured to the headboard and her ankles tied to the edges of the footboard, spreading her so she’s nice and open for me. Her tits, ripe and full, jut up towards the ceiling, and her hips squirm as her cunt aches with empty agony. I’ve given her an orgasm with my tongue and then another one with a wand vibrator tonight, intentionally starving her of my fingers and my cock for this exact purpose. To make her insane with need.

"Chase," she breathes, blinking up at me and still squirming. "Please."

"You want to be fucked, sweetheart?"