He slowly licked up to my clit as he met my eyes. I whimpered the second he stopped. “You won’t tell me everything, which means you plan on leaving. So, I’m taking every part of you. I wasn’t lyin’ when I said ‘no other man will ever be enough for you.’ I’m going to make good on that promise, sweetheart. No other man will ever satisfy you the way I can.”
I begged again, but it was no use.
His fingers moved swiftly to my pussy before roughly thrusting in. “Get them nice and wet for me.”
I moaned so loud I was sure the sound moved through the back of the stalls, scaring the animals out in the pasture. Carver’s fingers dug in so deep, curving up in all the right places, lighting my entire core with a fire that burned hotter than the sun.
And then he ripped the pleasure away from me and moved to my backend all over again. I squirmed as he applied pressure. “Car!”
“That’s right. Scream the name of the only man who can make you feel like this.” His tongue met my clit right as he thrust a finger inside my ass. My skin prickled at the weird sensation, then melted as he brought me right back to the edge of insanity, nipping and sucking on my clit as I adjusted.
Andholy shit, it actually felt good. Too good. I had already been teetering on a ledge, and with him looking up at me like he was, I was nearly done for.
“I’m gonna co—”
He quickly removed his tongue, but kept his finger where it had been, pumping it in and out languidly. Carver cocked a smirk as I glared down at him.
“You’re a bastard.”
“Pretty sure my parents were married when I was born,” he replied like the smartass he was. “Guess if you do end up havin’our baby, he or she would be able to say the same.” He winked, and my cheeks heated with anger.
“I could use my safeword,” I threatened.
“You won’t.”In, out. In, out.“You want to know what my cock feels like when it hardens in this tight little hole. You want me to show you what you’ll be missin’ when you decide the money is all you really wanted and choose to leave me for a second time.”
I whimpered his name as his tongue teased my clit, bringing me right back to the edge with one simple touch.
“I’ll have you coming all night long. On my cock, on my mouth. Every hole you have will be stuffed with my cum by the end of the night, and when I wake up with you in my arms, I’ll do it all over again. All you have to do is tell me why you really left without a single goodbye.”
“W-what makes you think the bet wasn’t enough?”
“For one”—swipe—“I can tell when you’re hiding shit, or lying. Remember?” He added a second finger, and I gasped at the feel of more of him. “And two,” he continued, “I know you. You would have reamed me out and demanded an apology, not skip town and never look back.”
I fell silent, and his head leaned against my inner thigh. “Silence will still get you fucked, but I won’t let you come. Do you think whatever you’re hidin’ is worth it?”
I bit down on my lip and looked away, staring at the doors.
“Fine.” He removed his fingers and pushed my legs from his shoulders. I pointed my toes against the cool cement to stop my body from swaying, unable to notice that Carver had circled to my backside. He pulled the belt free from my waist and used his knife to slice into the shirt I was wearing, then my panties, shredding all clothing from my body.
And then, he was gone.
Clanking sounds from the other room let me know he hadn’t gone far, and I used that time to try to wriggle free from theropes. But, just like the reins that he’d used around my neck before, the thing now keeping me in place was no different.
Moving only made it worse.
I craned my head over my shoulder as Carver walked up beside me, my pussy pulsing with the need to have him fuck me all day long.
He couldn’t really prevent me from coming.
He couldn’t know my body that well after all these years…right?
“Don’t fall,” was all he said as he unclipped one of the top ropes, freeing my right arm to fall to my side. I wobbled on shaky legs as he moved to my left and did the same.
My hands curled in on themselves as he circled me, never coming within a few feet. “Thinking of hitting me, wife?”
Carver chuckled as I scowled, refusing to track his movements while he disappeared somewhere behind me again. When he came back, he was carrying something large and brown with a curved top. I sneered at him. “You won’t be able to use those hands when I’m through.”
He positioned himself in front of me and pushed the wooden structure into my stomach. “Lay over it. Now.”
