Of course, during that time I may have pressed the button on my remote a few dozen times just to watch her squirm. Every time she would squeeze my hand and shoot me a death glare, a lovely flush taking over her pale skin.
"You okay over there?" I teased. Knowing damn well why she shook and rubbed her thighs together, crossing them over and over again. It was our little secret.
The artist finally wiped the design clean after what felt like an eternity. I embraced the residual sting similar to a fresh sunburn on my skin for a moment as Avery stood, setting down her book.
"It looks so good!" She clapped in giddy excitement and then put a hand to her mouth. "The colors are amazing."
We walked over to the mirror so I could see the final product. I definitely agreed. The bright red and orange phoenix on the left side of my chest was a drastic change from the black raven on my right. It was fitting for my new life. I was in a rebirth, rising from the ashes of death. I'd been seeing a therapist twice a week ever since that first day Avery dropped me off. 1,587. I thought of the number fondly, knowing that tomorrow it would be 1,588 and that number would only continue to grow. The drugs were a small thought in the back of my mind these days and my mother's voice had faded to only rare occasions of stress. At the forefront was Avery, always Avery. She leaned into my right side, wrapping her arms around my forearm to clasp my hand. She rested her head on my shoulder above my raven. The diamond on her left hand glittered in the reflection and I remembered our little wedding on the dock at Laura and Robert's lake, the sunset had made her hair burn like fire.
I lifted her hand wrapped in mine and kissed her fingers, feeling the cool metal on my lips. Her answering grin was more radiant than any jewelry. I would give anything for that smile. It did things to me. Well, that and the look she made when she screamed my name. I wish I could tattoo the way she made me feel with a single look. The only problem is that I would be covered in her, only her.
"I think I want one," she finally said. "Maybe something for Dad."
I imagined how amazing she would look with ink on her fair skin and the thought made me rock hard and I pressed that button again, watching her eyes go wide with pleasure. I couldn't wait to get her home, to our bed. I wanted to worship my wife every minute of every day. I'd never tire of this life.
She kissed me on the shoulder, being sure to nip me with her teeth and abruptly jumped away when the artist came back with aftercare instructions.
He covered the tattoo on my chest, and I paid him, ensuring that I tipped well, but the whole time I was too busy watching Avery, too caught up in the thought of branding every piece of her hot body with my mouth and hands the way I would ink. I suspected she was soaking wet after the hours of torture that little toy had brought her, and I wasn't wrong. We barely made it into the truck before her hands slipped into my jeans. My wife was thoroughly done with my teasing.
"Patience, Pet." I let her stroke me as I drove, pulling away when the intensity got too much and pressing that damn button in return. We would both be tortured. It was only fair. It was the longest half hour of my life.
"Bed. Now." I growled when we pulled into the driveway of our home and Avery squealed with excitement. We pet the dog on our way in and I dropped treats in his bowl because both our minds were elsewhere, and we needed the time alone. Our bodies ached for the release that we had toyed with all day.
We shut the door behind us, and clothes met the floor as I reached into my side drawer, pulling the leash and collar free. There was no pretense, no awkward moments when it came to the way we fucked or made love. There was nothing but honesty, not an inch of shame. I prowled toward her, closing the distance as I pushed her backwards onto the mattress. Tongues and lips met as I pulled the vibrator from her. It slid out with zero resistance.
"You were so good, Pet." I mumbled into her mouth and she hummed in pleasure at my praise. My hand curled into her hair. I pulled it so her neck was at an angle to access her bare skin. I attached the leather collar and it snapped into place as I wrapped the leash around my hands. When I gave it a tight pull she moaned, arching off the bed, her nipples pressing into my chest.
"Please, Sir."
She wouldn't have to beg anymore. Not today. Neither of us could wait anymore. My balls were so blue they were going to fucking fall off. Her legs wrapped around me and I sank into her, her nails coming up to find purchase on my back. I pulled the collar in sync with my thrusts and her hips bucked up into me, matching every stroke.
"You're so goddamn amazing. My perfect little pet."
"More," she growled, her hand suddenly smacked me across the face. My beautiful, filthy wife. I pulled out of her long enough to flip her over. When I pushed into her again, pulling on that leash, the angle made her scream.
"Is this enough for you, Pet?" I slammed my hips into her, gripping her ass hard enough to leave bruises, but again she cried out.
"More!"
I reached in front of her and toyed with her clit, the movement pulling even harder on the leash.
"More!"
"Such an insatiable little cunt." I huffed out the words between thrusts and moistened my thumb with my mouth before sliding it slowly into her ass and that did it, she howled out my name, her walls clamping around me like a vice. It pushed me into a frenzy of my own. The sound of her grunts and the slapping of skin, and the feel of her tight hole around my thumb made me burst. My whole body tingled as I came deep inside of her, yanking on that leash.
"If you wanted your ass filled so goddamn bad all you had to do was ask, Pet."
I felt her tense with excitement, and I laughed. We'd done it before, with lots of lube.
"Next time," I said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder blades.
There would always be next time.
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