Page 83 of Whispers of Helena
She strains to free herself from my grip, but it’s no use. “I don’t need to be reminded, Silas.” She holds her free hand up between us, her wedding band gleaming in the dim light.
“Where did you get that?” But I already know the answer.
“You think I don’t know your hiding places? I know everything about you. I know you better than yourself. I’m your fucking wife.”
“You got into the safe. I changed the code after you…” My words trail off, not wanting to say it.
“After I passed? Afterwepassed?”
“Yes,” I say, still gripping her arm.
“Say it. Say it out loud, Silas.”
I pause, trying to form the words. “Afterwepassed.”
“I will always be faithful to you, Silas. As stupid as that might be, you have had my soul since the first time I saw you. There’s no changing that.” Her eyes change, filled with defiance. “But what about you? You throw accusations at me, but have you been the one that has strayed?”
“That’s fucking it.” I turn her toward the barn, shoving her against the wooden slats. “I would never stray. How dare you accuse me of it. It’s about time you realize where your place is.”
I press my chest against her shoulders, undoing my belt. I slide the leather free and bring it around her mouth. “Fucking open your mouth.” My cock hardens as her jaw accommodates the leather. I place the strap between her teeth, pulling it taunt. "I won’t have you forgetting who you belong to. You aremine.My wife. No one else will ever fucking touch you."
Debauchery
Helena
The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery;
Galatians 5:19
Saliva pools in my mouth,the leather pressing against my tongue, muffling my shallow breaths. My pulse pounds in my ears, my body tight with anticipation.
A light layer of shame covers me as I feel my arousal dampen my thighs. This side of Silas, raw, dripping in dark possessiveness, sets something inside me ablaze. The way he wants to claim me, the way Ineedto be claimed, in any and every way he chooses. It’s intoxicating, overwhelming.
I’ve always loved the tenderness we once had, the slow and sweet love we used to make. But what if this, this reckless, desperate intensity, is what I crave now? What if I need to be used, to be taken, to behisin the most primal way possible?
Behind me, he shifts, the sound of his zipper lowering sending a fresh wave of heat between my thighs. Rough hands fist the hem of my dress, yanking it up.
“Fuckingbare.” His palm lands hard on my ass, the sting sharp, jolting me forward.
I gasp, body jerking against the wood as my arousal deepens.
His voice is a growl, dripping with possession. “You danced with another man with this cunt bare to the world?” He delivers another slap, the heat radiating through my skin. “You’re gonnapayfor that.”
A deep throb pulses inside me, spreading like fire. Without warning, he kicks my feet apart, forcing me open.
“That cunt ismine, isn’t it, Caroline?”
I nod frantically, desperate for more, my breath shaky around the leather between my teeth.
“Say it,” he demands. “But know this: once you give me that answer, I own you. Your body belongs to me. I will take my wifeanytimeandany placeof my choosing. You surrender yourself to me.”
My chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, spit dripping from my lips as I struggle to form the words. The intensity of his demand presses down on me, thrilling and terrifying all at once. But I know my answer. Ineedthis.
“Yes,” I rasp, my voice hoarse around the gag. “It’s yours.”
“Goddamn right it is.”
And with that, he slams into me, stretching me, filling me in one punishing thrust. My eyes squeeze shut, a whimper escaping as my fingers dig into the wood of the barn.
