Thatcher padded out of our bathroom, wearing nothing except a pair of black boxer briefs. His hard on pressed against the cotton fabric, and the sight made my pussy clench in need. He caught the look in my eyes as I ogled his body, and his lips curved up in a satisfied smirk. “You ready to pay the price for torturing me today, sugar?”
“Torture?” I lowered my head and peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, trying my best to look innocent. “You’re going to have to be more specific because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh. Sure, you don’t.” He stalked over to me and lifted me right off my feet to toss me onto the bed.
“Thatcher!” I squealed when he started to tug my shirt over my head. He tossed the material onto the floor and went after my sleep shorts and pulled them down. Before I knew what was happening, he had me completely naked, flat on my back, and was encircling my wrists with the fur-lined handcuffs he’d bought for me about a year ago.
Rising up on his knees between my thighs, my gorgeous husband’s gray eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky as they devoured my naked flesh. “Don’t even try to deny it, sugar. We both know you did it on purpose. You got me all worked up this afternoon, knowing I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”
Heck yeah, I had. Teasing him was one of my favorite pastimes, mostly because it usually resulted in a memorable night for me. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to say I’m sorry?”
“Not quite yet, my beautiful Imogene.” He reached out and pulled the duffel bag closer, his hand dipping inside to pull something out of it. I craned my neck to catch a glimpse of what it was, my eyes widening when I saw the vibrator. “But I’m willing to bet that soon enough you’ll be ready to beg for my forgiveness.”
“And we both know you’ll give it to me,” I whispered sassily as I widened my legs.
“Of course I will,” he agreed, his head dipping low so he could twirl his tongue around one of my puckered nipples. As his mouth moved to the other side, he rasped, “If you need or want something, I’ll always be the one to give it to you.”
“But what if I’m in the mood to be the giver?”
Thatcher lifted his head and stretched out to cover my whole body with his muscular frame. I loved when he did that because it made me feel so safe and secure. His shortly trimmed beard scraped against the sensitive skin of my neck as he whispered, “Never doubt, not even for a minute, that you give me everything I need.”
“Just like you do for me.” I raised my knees to cradle his hips against mine, lifting my hips up to nudge against his hard length since I couldn’t reach for it with my hands. “But I had something a little more specific in mind for tonight.”
Thatcher pressed his palms against the mattress on either side of my shoulders and pushed up until he hovered over my body. “Oh, really?”
I licked my lips and murmured, “Yes, I wanted to torture you a little more, but with your cock in my mouth this time.”
“Lucky for you, seeing your pretty lips wrapped around me sounds fantastic.” He crawled up my body, his knees replacing his hands on either side of my shoulders and his hard length nudging against my lips. “And lucky for me, I’m in control of how much you get to torture me since you can only move when I let you.”
Flicking my tongue out, I licked the drop of pre-come that had leaked from his cock, making him groan. Then I sucked him into my mouth. I tried to take as much of his length into my mouth as I could, keeping my eyes on Thatcher as I moved my head up and down. I loved seeing him lose control, knowing that I was the only woman in the world who had that kind of power over him.
“Fuck, yeah. Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his hips pumping forward.
When his length pulled out of me on the next thrust, I twirled my tongue around the tip and flicked it along the slit. Then I sucked hard as he drove back in, hollowing out my cheeks. I felt him jerk in my mouth right before Thatcher wrapped his hand around my chin to control my movements. “Slow down, sugar. Your mouth isn’t where I want to come, but I’m not ready to stop yet.”
His command only spurred me on more, until a buzzing sound distracted me. With my mouth full of his dick and my hands handcuffed to the headboard, I couldn’t see what he was doing. But I didn’t have to guess for long because a short moment later, he rubbed the vibrator against my clit. I was already turned on to the point that I was drenched, and it didn’t take much for the vibration to send me over the edge. I cried out around his length, and he pulled out of me to move down my body.