Dirty Thief

“Stop,” I say when she reaches the small table.

I walk to where she stands, her hands moving over her thighs as if she’s thinking of covering her naked body.

I’m at her shoulder, and I look down the swell of her breasts, the dark areolas, the pointed tips. Her smell of fresh jasmine surrounds me, and my fingers ache to touch her. I long to bury my face in her silky hair.

Not yet.

“Do not cover yourself.” It’s a hot whisper across her cool skin, and she shivers.

Going to the small table, I pick up the purse. Inside, I take out a slim phone, and… Fuck. She did steal the old man’s gold pen.

“What did I tell you about stealing from the citizens of Monagasco?”

“Not to, sir,” she whispers.

Returning to her, I feel the hum of anticipation sizzling between us. Hot desire and need flush her skin. She steals because she wants what comes next, and I’ve promised to give her everything she wants.

“Down.” With one word, she lowers to her knees in front of me, facing me.

Looking up, she smooths her hands over the front of my pants, rising higher until she reaches the clasp. She unfastens it and lowers the zipper, and I push them down and away. Tonight, I’m commando.

Round blue-green eyes meet mine, and she leans forward, her lips puckered as she places them against my slippery cock. Her tongue flickers around my tip, and I exhale slowly as waves of pleasure race through my body, centering on this one muscle my wife is now gripping in her fist.

I trace my fingers over her cheeks, moving them into the sides of her hair and gripping her head. She sucks and bobs up and down faster. My ass tightens, and I feel the orgasm building. Slow it down.

I hold her, stopping her movements. “Stop.” I swallow the thickness in my throat. “Turn around.”

She looks up at me a moment longer, eyes simmering with desire, and I trace my finger over her swollen lips. My cock is aching and pointing at her, but she needs her punishment.

“Turn around.”

She moves so that her back is to me and leans forward, placing her elbows on the floor, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. I can’t resist. I reach down and trace my finger front to back, testing her wetness, teasing her clit, sinking my finger into her core.

Her breathy moan fills the air around us, and I remove my hand. I take the mask off the table and put it over her eyes. Then I take the thigh restraints and wrap them around her legs.

“Stand.” She reaches out, and I take her hand, guiding her to the divan. It has a velvet-covered arm, and the first time I saw it, I envisioned bending Ava over it and taking her hard from behind. Time for dreams to come true.

Pushing her forward on her stomach, I use the cuffs on her outer thighs to bind her wrists. Spreading her legs, I run my palm over her smooth ass.

“Three licks,” I say. “Count them.”

Reaching back, I bring my palm down hard against her skin. A loud SLAP! fills the air around us, and her knees bend slightly.

“One.” Her voice is muffled in the velvet.

I repeat the motion. SLAP!

“Two…” It’s a bit louder, a bit closer to a moan.

SLAP!

“Three!” It’s a gasping cry, and her thighs start to tremble.

I drop to my knees and spread her apart with my hands. My tongue sinks fast into her dripping core, sliding in and out before moving forward to circle her clit. She’s moaning louder into the cushions, and I’m relentless. I suck at that tight little bud again and again. She’s close to coming. I can feel every jump of her muscles as I taste her.

“Oh… Rowan!” She’s coming, and I stand quickly.

Her ass is in the air, wrists twisting in the restraints, pulling her legs even farther apart. I sink my thumb into her core, covering it with her come, feeling that delicious clenching. I’m holding my cock, r