Page 63 of Dearly Unbeloved
“I want you to choose, wife,” she murmurs, holding the collar tighter.
“You. I want to make you come first.” I expect her to loosen it again. But Rose tightens it.
“Too tight?” she asks as a whimper slips from my lips.
“No. No, it’s good.”
“Good.”
She steps back, and it’s killing me not to turn around to see what she’s doing. Which is the point, of course. She could easily have laid everything out in my line of sight, or I could easily have stood facing the mirror instead of the door so I could see what she was doing, but where’s the fun in that? I like the unknown, the thrill of never knowing what’s next. And Rose likes knocking me off my axis. It’s a game we’re both winning.
I hear soft footsteps and a quiet rattling as Rose crosses the room. Cool metal shocks my skin as she dangles a chain over my shoulder and drags the end up my torso. I groan, goosebumps erupting over every inch of my body.
Rose clips the end of the chain to the ring at the hollow of my throat. “Turn around and get on your knees.”
I drop to my knees in the middle of the room, sitting back on my feet with my hands on my lap, the carpet plush beneath me. Rose walks backward, almost lazily, until the back of her legs hit the bed. Her demeanor is cool and collected, but her body is flushed pink, almost as bright as the satin underwear she’s wearing because she knows this particular pair makes me feral.
She wraps the chain—the leash,fuck—around her fist several times until it’s pulled taut and I feel myself tugged forward ever so slightly. “Now be a good girl and crawl for me,” Rose says, and I swear I almost fall apart from the dark cadence of her voice alone.
I fall forward, crawling across the floor on my hands and knees, never taking my eyes off her. She draws me in with the leash, her lips parting and her chest rising andfalling rapidly. I savor every second as I cross the room, stopping at her feet.
Rose runs her hand over my head, almost like she’s petting me, soft and sweet.Why the hell is that so fucking hot?
“Take off my underwear.”
I tug it down, and Rose steps out of it. She bends and picks it up, dropping the leash. “Stay,” she says, and I guess I wasn’t imagining the petting, because she does it again, before walking toward the dresser.
It should be degrading; it should piss me off. But I love it.
She didn’t tell me not to look, so I watch her set the underwear down, drinking in the sight of her. Rose grabs a bag I didn’t notice sitting there, and I can’t make out what’s in it before she’s back in front of me, slowly dragging the chain up my body until it’s tight around her fist again.
“Such a good girl,” she says, stroking her thumb over my cheek. I almost close my eyes, but I can’t look away from her.
Rose sits on the edge of her bed and spreads her legs. She tugs on the collar until I fall forward, bracing myself, one hand on either side of her thighs. My mouth is mere inches from her pussy, but she hasn’t given permission yet.
“Please, Rose,” I whisper, and she tugs the leash up so I’m looking at her face.
“Please, what?”
“Please let me make you come. I want to make you feel good. I need to.”
She leans back, spreading her legs further. “Since you asked so nicely…” She pulls me in closer between her legs by the leash, and I groan as I breathe her in. I’ve become addicted to the taste of her, and I already know I’m going to have withdrawals in a couple of weeks.
The thought is sobering, but I push it away, focusing on Rose instead.
She holds the leash tight in one hand and sinks her other into my hair with surprising gentleness. “Is this okay?” she asks, tugging on the leash. “It’s not too tight? It doesn’t hurt?”
“It’s perfect,” I answer, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You’re perfect. I love being entirely under your control like this.”
“Show me how much you love it, wife.” Rose pulls on the leash until my mouth is pressed against her, and I sigh happily. She’s so fucking wet, all for me, and it’s dizzying.
I close my lips around her clit, sucking lightly, and she curses, her head falling back.
“Stop a second,” she groans, and I pull back, frowning.
“Are you o?—”
Rose loosens the leash and reaches back, grabbing a pillow from the bed. “Straddle that. I want you to get yourself off riding my pillow while you make me come. You think you can do that for me?”
