Page 46 of Bound to Him
“It has to come off.”
“You’re a dick,” he whispered and closed his eyes, nodding once.
Leaning down, I removed the clamp fast, then latched on to the nipple to be nice and sucked away some of the sting, all while still stroking his cock. He writhed on the spot and shouted, his shaft pulsing in my hand. He was close. I let go of his tit to glance down, and the second his cock began to twitch in my grip, I released my hold and fought him, snagging his wrists and clamping his hands to his sides.
He gave me the most furious, accusing frown I’d ever had leveled on me in my life as I made him wait through his ruined orgasm. There was no bigger rip-off. Getting there, right on the edge of greatness, then having the full pleasure stolen away. We glared at each other. His face crumpled. My heart jolted, and I leaned forward and sealed my lips over his, fucking his mouth with my tongue, trying to let him know everything would be okay. He shoved me hard when I let go of his wrists.
“This was a punishment, not the way it will always be,” I said harshly. “Did you like it?”
“That was fucking mean,” he hissed out.
“It’s called a ruined orgasm. Let me guess, you hated it?”
“What do you think?” he snapped. His bold brows drew low and the tears in the corners of his eyes actually had my chest aching a bit. “You said you were going to spank me, not this.”
I knocked my head against his as the tears trickled out and cut tracks along his cheeks. “You will listen to me, Noah. And follow my orders. Be a good little mouse, a good little husband, and you won’t have to worry. You’ll get to come on my cock or in my mouth and feel oh so good. Or you can have this.” I grasped his wrists and held them firmly at his sides. “And spankings that only hurt and don’t feel good afterward.”
He glared at me like he would spit in my face if he thought he could run faster than me, but we both knew that wasn’t the case.
“Disobey me on purpose and you’ll get ruined orgasms for a week. I’ll fuck you until I’m satisfied, and you’ll get this.”
He glanced away and I was grateful. I couldn’t stand another second of the accusation. Would I really make it through a week of doing this to him? Sweat stuck my shirt to my skin and began to cool. I had no idea if I could make that promise stick, but I kept my word once I gave it.
“Be your good husband and I get everything I want, huh?” He did not fucking sound like he believed me. I squeezed his wrists tighter but stopped when he let out a tiny hiss that could’ve been pained.
“You don’t trust me.”
His lip curled in the cutest snarl, and then he opened his mouth.
“Before you say anything you’ll regret, have I lied to you yet? Or have I done everything I said I would? Maybe you didn’t like my actions, but can you say I haven’t followed through on anything I’ve told you?”
He snapped his mouth shut and shook his head. “I honestly expected something like this the whole time.” He glanced down at his cock where the evidence of his punishment gleamed, getting itchy and sticky.
“That’s hurtful.”
He shrugged and seemed exhausted, and I couldn’t blame him after how I’d had him on edge for hours. “This was never meant to be something to make me happy.”
For several minutes that felt like years I struggled to come up with something to say to that, because it felt wrong after everything we’d done together already to let it go unchallenged, but what he’d said was factual. Uncomfortable, I cleared my throat and spied his artwork on the floor nearby. “Your drawing was skillful. I could see it hanging somewhere.”
“Thank you, husband,” he whispered, turning away. Apparently this wasn’t a topic he would engage with me about.
Praise wasn’t something I gave away where it wasn’t due, but I wasn’t about to beg him to believe me. I’d find some other way to show him he could trust me. I hadn’t cared when we first started this game, but I didn’t like the way he was beaten down. I hadn’t done that. He’d been delivered to me with cracks. And as much as I’d enjoyed my fun, I’d never meant to completely fuck Noah up. I’d always wanted him to leave me a whole person. I stroked his cheek and studied him, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. I gave him a hug.
After a few minutes of me quietly cuddling him, which was nicer than I would’ve thought it would be, I picked up his robe and helped him slide it on. He growled at me when I pickedhimup and took him out of the room in my arms.
“Hush. All little mice get hauled around by their husbands this way.”
He sighed and laid his head on my chest. I carried him to our bedroom and into the bathroom, where I set him on the edge of the tub I rarely used. I started the water and tossed in some bath salts I had around for after hard workouts. Carefully, I undressed him. I felt ridiculously grateful as I removed the lace from his body and unrolled the stockings on his legs. I’d wanted to fuck him in these clothes, but—“Thank you for sharing yourself with me. You’re stunning.”
He gave me a sleepy blink along with a tiny shrug. I helped him step into the tub, and he didn’t question me or fight me on it, just slid into the steaming water and closed his eyes with a sigh.
“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Relax, okay?”
I turned to go, but he cleared his throat and I stopped. “You’renotdoing that every time, right?” I didn’t like the fear in his tone.
“No, that was a punishment. One punishment. I expect you’ll earn more at some point, but I don’t think you want to disappoint your husband, do you, Noah?” I turned to look at him and his eyes were still closed. He slowly shook his head and that was good enough for me. Smiling, I went back toward my office, texting Antoine as I went to bring up something healthy for Noah to snack on before dinner.
Alton:Oh, and stay out of the bathroom.
