One Night Rodeo
Page 44“You’re never gonna let me forget that, are you?”
“Like you’re not letting me forget something that happened a damn lifetime ago for me?”
She notched her chin higher. “You still haven’t answered the question, Kyle. When you see Lainie, is that what you think of? How wild and raunchy and uninhibited she was?”
“You have a high opinion of me, if you believe I’m thinking about f**king another woman when I’m standing next to my wife.”
“Oh, don’t pull that bullshit answer. I’m not really your wife and we both know it.”
Stunned silence filled the air.
“You really are my wife and you really don’t wanna push me on this point. I promised you I’d be faithful. For me that means faithful in body and in mind. You owe me the same courtesy.”
“Of what? Wishing I had threesome tales to tell you so you could pretend it didn’t bother you? Well, f**k that. I’m not perfect like Lainie and I can’t just forget about it.”
Then he roared, “That’s it!” and charged her, throwing her over his shoulder, jerking off her boots so she couldn’t kick him as he stormed to their bedroom.
“Goddammit, Kyle, let me down right f**king now or I swear to God I’ll—” She gasped when he tossed her on the bed. She gasped louder and swore at him, thrashing beneath his body when he pinned her.
Celia cranked her head, looked at the cuffs with total shock and then glared at him. “What the f**k kind of depraved thing were you planning with these?”
“Something a lot more erotic than this, but you’ve just plain pissed me off, so we’re gonna do this my way. I will make you understand this, Celia. Even if it takes all damn night.”
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“I’m warning you—”
He laughed and reached inside a pillowcase, waving a bandana at her. “Gonna be pretty hard to warn me when you’re gagged, ain’t it?”
“You wouldn’t dare. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve hidden these marital aids all over the place? Do you have a stash of vi—”
Kyle stretched the twisted bandana across her mouth and tied it behind her head. “For your sake, kitten, I hope you’d planned to ask if I have a stash of vibrators.”
It was hard to smirk with her lips and tongue blocked, but Celia managed to do it. And that’s when he knew she was enjoying this lesson just as much as he was.
She thrashed.
“No need to thank me. It’ll be my pleasure.” He ripped her blouse open, hearing ping ping as the buttons ricocheted off the wall. He tugged the blouse up her arms and tied the fabric around her wrists.
So she hadn’t worn a bra after their sexy romp in the shower. Good. Watching her eyes, he palmed her sweet little tits. Squeezed and played with the firm flesh. Then he dragged the callused tips of his fingers down her body. He popped the top button on her jeans. “Don’t kick me. Because if you do? I will take great pleasure in paddling your ass until it’s good and red, understand?”
A wide-eyed Celia nodded.
Kyle whisked off her jeans. “I am your husband. That makes you my wife. No pretending. No bullshit games whether we’re alone or with other people. We are legally married. You will respect that between us, understood?”
Something flashed in her eyes before she nodded again.
“You have the nerve to throw something in my face that happened so long ago I barely remember it? When for the last two years I’ve had to watch you with Breck? Seeing you kiss him? Watching you two leave together? Knowing he had you in his bed and didn’t appreciate it? That f**king killed me, Celia.”
She was trying to speak.
“Listen to me. The only woman I think about f**king is you. But actions speak louder than words, don’t they, little wife of mine?” Kyle rubbed the rough edge of his whiskered jaw on her neck, on her chest, on her belly. “How many times do you think I can make you come? How many orgasms will it take for me to prove how much I want you? Only you.”
“Did you say…ten?”
She shook her head wildly.
Kyle squeezed her hips between his knees and lowered his mouth to her left nipple. He bit down hard enough to get her attention and suckled away the sting. He did that twice more. Content to take his time and enjoy the feel of her nipple tight and hard against his flicking tongue. Then he attacked her throat with sucking kisses. He wanted to mark her. So when she looked at her body she saw signs of his possession.
When she closed her eyes, he tapped her on the ass.
“Huh-uh. Look at me. Watch me enjoying your body.”
Then he moved between her legs. Grabbing a handful of her ass, Kyle raised her juicy pu**y to his mouth and feasted on her. Stabbing his tongue deep inside her cunt. Growling his pleasure at her tangy taste. Then swirling his tongue around her clit. Driving her to the point that she arched, she whimpered, and her thighs went rigid. And he backed off.
Some inventive swear words were coming from behind that gag.
He hung above her body on hands and knees. “I didn’t stop to torture you. I stopped so you can look in my eyes. Am I thinking about anyone but you?”