TietheKnot (3 page)

But at least she didn’t run
screaming like Allison.

“I’ve really missed you too,” she
said finally. “Sax, I’ve never done anything like that.” She finally looked at
him.

He nodded. “I know. When we first
met, you’d told me you weren’t very experienced.”

She shook her head. “I spent all my
time in high school and college studying my ass off to get ahead. There were
only two men before you and both of those relationships were, uh, well—”

“Vanilla?” he supplied dryly.

“Very.”

“And this wasn’t exactly full-on
kink.” He winked at her. After they’d slept together the first time, he’d
probed her a little for information on her sexual history. She had mentioned no
sort of kinks and he hadn’t pressed further, because it seemed to bother her.
Frankly, he’d been so in love with her, he hadn’t thought about the long-term
sexual issues they might face due to his fetishes. He just knew he’d fallen in
love with her.

“Did it frighten you?”

“Frighten?” She shook her head. She
gave a nervous little laugh. “No. That’s not the word for it. I enjoyed
myself.” He could see a blush creeping up her cheeks. “I think that’s maybe the
problem. I didn’t think I’d enjoy that sort of thing.”

“Being taken like that?” he
prompted.

She nodded. “But I trust you and
you gave me an out if I needed one.”

“That’s called a safe word and I
would never do anything you didn’t like, or didn’t want.” He took a deep
breath. “I want it to be good for both of us and you seemed to be in the moment
with me.”

“I was.”

“Okay then. So don’t overanalyze
it. You liked what we did. I more than liked what we did. So, would you ever
consider trying other things with me?”

She was quiet for a moment. Then
she nodded. “Yes, as long as we play with the safe word and I can stop if I
want.”

He felt as if his heart would
burst. It was more than he could hope for, considering how badly he’d botched
this. “Fair enough, love.”

Her expression turned stern. “And
here is a more pressing issue. Why didn’t you trust me enough to tell me about
all of this in the first place? I had no clue what was going on. The last month
we were together, we just sort of fell apart. We didn’t talk. We didn’t have
sex. You seemed so distant whenever I tried to talk it out.”

He pulled back to rest on his
elbow. He felt like an ass for driving the wedge between them. “I’m sorry about
that, love. The blame for that is all mine. I was trying to find a way to tell
you, but I couldn’t. Frankly, I couldn’t bring myself to, couldn’t stand the
fallout.”

She matched his pose, leaning on
one arm, lying across from him. “Why? Did you think I would freak out or run
away?”

“Experience told me you would.” He
paused, considering, but then just decided to lay it all out for her. “My first
fiancée did.”

Her eyes widened in recognition.
“Allison? I remember you telling me you were engaged in college, but you never
really said much about it.”

He nodded. “God. That was fifteen
years ago. We were young, in our senior year at university, and both from very
conservative families. We’d known each other since we were in nappies and we
went to school together our entire lives. I was her first and I suppose finding
out that the man who loves you wants to tie you to his bed and have his way
with you was too much.” Of course, they’d both been all of nineteen, what had
he expected from a sheltered girl? He’d been such an idiot to just blurt it out
all at once. Allison had never recovered from that. She’d dumped him and hadn’t
spoken to him since.

“I can see that.” She touched his
face, bringing him out of his thoughts. “But I’m thirty-three years old and I
hate to break it to you, big guy, you weren’t my first. I’m older, much more
worldly. You could have told me this weeks ago and saved us both a lot of
pain.”

“I’m sorry, Mags. I really am.
Please forgive me for putting you through all that. It’s just…I thought I would
do everything right this time. I would put aside those desires, make a
commitment to you and the plan was to get past it.”

“Of course I forgive you.” She
sighed. “You didn’t think I could handle it?”

“Well, that’s the proverbial
elephant in this situation. Can you handle it? You seemed to enjoy yourself,
but right now you are a little standoffish. What do you really think about what
we did?”

“Oh, I had a very good time, but what
does this sexual dynamic mean for our relationship?”

He understood what she meant.
Whenever a power dynamic was introduced into a sexual relationship, there was a
question of whether that spilled over into all other aspects of their marriage.
“It means that I’m the boss in the bedroom and nowhere else.” While he liked to
be on top sexually, he wanted a partner in everyday life.

Her face cleared and that seemed to
satisfy her. For the moment. He knew her all too well. Maggie would digest this
and pick it apart and analyze it, and he’d get a new barrage of questions. That
was just fine by him. “Okay.” She nodded.

He reached out and brushed a curl
away from her face. “Mags, what we just did was very mild compared to some
scenarios that appeal to me.”

Her eyes rounded. “Wow.
That
was mild?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. Oh what
a sheltered sexual life she had led, no doubt both of the blokes she’d had a
relationship with had been bland as hell in the bedroom. Sax knew he could
introduce her to some darker delights that just might rock her world.

She bit her lip again and it was
all he could not to pounce on her, kiss her. She blew out a breath after a
moment and nodded. “Tell you what. We will try some things and see what
happens, okay? But if I don’t like something I’ll say so and we’ll stop.”

Sax couldn’t help the smile that
spread across his face. He should have known his wife was made of stronger
stuff than Allison. While she was just as innocent, she was a great deal more
open-minded.

“But I want something in return.”

“Name it.”

“Honesty. You need to start opening
up to me. That tall, dark and silent crap only works in movies.”

That was a tall order.

He’d always been taught to keep his
own counsel. Call it a side effect of being raised in English boarding schools,
but he always played everything close to the chest and it usually served him
well. He’d only seen his parents on holidays and even then? They seemed more
preoccupied by work and their own social lives. Not that he was complaining.
He’d lived a privileged, albeit lonely existence. However, Mags seemed to want
something more from him, so he would try to offer it up, even if it made him
grit his teeth.

“I will open up to you as much as I
can.” It was a promise he intended to keep. He couldn’t live without her. He
knew that now. The past couple of months had been painful.

“Good.” She grinned at him and
reached out to trace his lips with her finger.

His heart kicked in his chest.
Christ, it felt good. He’d missed that closeness, that sense of bonding. He
fully intended to keep her enthralled with him. Wanted her to look at him this
way when he was a very old man, tucked in his sickbed.

“I want you to come over tomorrow,”
he offered. “I could make us dinner.”

“You don’t cook.”

“Maybe I do now. You don’t know. I
could have taken some cooking classes while we were apart.”

She frowned. “Why don’t you come to
my place instead? I always come to your place. You only went to my apartment
twice while we were dating and once was to help me move some boxes over here.”

He liked being in his space,
surrounded by his things. And his woman. She should get comfortable being here
with him again. He wanted Mags to move back in to his apartment and his life,
but he sensed she was still hesitant. He would give her some space. For now.
Let her adjust to sexual needs. Get comfortable with him again. “Come on, love.
I’ll make it worth your while.”

She sighed, a teasing smile forming
on her pouty lips. “Are you trying to seduce me with the promise of good food?”

“Do I have to try? I thought I’d
lured you in earlier with the promise of taboo sex.”

She laughed, slapping his arm
playfully. “Fine. I’ll be over tomorrow, but the dinner better be fabulous.”

She leaned back against him and
they were both quiet for a while. Her skin felt so smooth against his
fingertips. He couldn’t stop touching her, almost afraid he’d wake up and find
the strained silence still between them.

She shook her head and Sax heard a
giggle escape her mouth.

“What is it, minx?”

“Nothing,” she said, but her voice
was high-pitched.

He couldn’t suppress a smile. “Out
with it.”

“God, you know what? I’m actually a
bit relieved, I thought there was some horrible secret, like you were also
married to another woman or you were a spy. Something crazy.”

“Saxon. John Saxon,” he said,
waggling his eyebrows in his best Scottish brogue. “Really? You thought I was a
spy?”

She looked him in the eye. “I
didn’t know what to think. I understand that you were afraid this would end our
relationship. But is there anything else, Sax? Anything else you haven’t told
me?”

So, this was it.

He wanted to tell Maggie he’d been
hiring girls to spank, but would she balk at that? That was the sort of thing a
man should confess to. He paused, wanting to tell her about the other women,
but he couldn’t. He had just gotten her back. Sax couldn’t bear to push her
away again. He knew she would see it as a betrayal. And it was. Perhaps the
best course was to tuck this away and suffer the guilt?

“No, that’s all of it.” He felt
like an ass for lying to her, but rationalized it. He never had sex with any of
those women. Never
felt
anything for them. They were separated when it happened.

Besides, he doubted she would ever
find out. Why cause her unnecessary pain?

She settled back in against him,
letting out a sigh and relaxing. “Okay then.”

He turned on his side so he could
stare down into her face. “We are going to see each other then? Date?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, we are
going to date for a while.” She smiled. “Sax, do you ever think we rushed into
this relationship?”

He knew they had, but he had no
regrets about marrying her so fast. “Yes, but what was I supposed to do? You walked
into my world and turned my life upside down.” He smiled ruefully. “I haven’t
been right since. And, love? I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Sax felt as if he were about to go
on a first date rather than have an evening with his wife.

He hadn’t been able to concentrate
all day, daydreaming during meetings about seeing her, drifting off in the
middle of reading his email to imagine the curve of her lips, the feel of that
voluptuous, spankable ass. Later that afternoon, he hadn’t even heard his phone
ringing until his colleague had marched over to his office and given him an
irritated look.

In short, he’d been a mess.

This sort of distraction wasn’t
like him. Sax had participated in a lot of bondage play with all sorts of
women, but this was the first time he’d dominated a woman he loved. Maybe that
was the difference. He never could have imagined that she would be the perfect
partner. In life, as well as in his bed. He couldn’t believe his good fortune.

While he hadn’t cooked, he had
stopped at the market and picked up some food for both of them. He’d set the
scene too. There was some classical music on in the background, something low
and melodious. Something to put her at ease so he could pounce on her. He’d
also lit several candles and placed them throughout the room. The scene was
romantic yet erotic.

He heard the key turning in the
lock and his hands shook just a bit. She walked in, holding the keys to his
apartment he’d insisted she keep. She spun them around one finger before
placing them in her pocket.

“Hi, honey, I’m home,” she said,
her cheeks turning a deep shade of pink. She bit down on her lower lip.

“Hi.” Inane, but he couldn’t seem
to find that charm that never failed him in a courtroom. They were both
nervous.

She took off her white trench coat
and folded it over her arm. He hurriedly took it from her, hung it up in the
hall closet.

“I’m glad you came. You look
amazing.” He eyed her black cocktail dress. It had a little tie around her neck
that he was itching to undo. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Christ, she smelled good. She always smelled good. Like roses. Sweet.

She gave him a wavering smile, a
little nervous.
And
a little excited if he chose to believe her nipples,
which poked through the black fabric. Good, she was just as turned-on.

She raised a brow. “What kind of
exotic meal did you make?”

“I made finger food.”

She laughed.

“You got me. I didn’t cook. I
basically cut some things up, but what I lack in culinary expertise, I make up
for in presentation.” He indicated that she should sit on the couch with a wave
of his arm. “How about a light supper? I have grapes, cheese, turkey, a bit of
Virginia ham and wheat crackers.” He’d cut all of the lunchmeat and cheese into
precise cubes. Very smart choice, if he did say so himself. No offensive smells
and nothing too heavy to weigh them down for fun in a few minutes. He brought
the tray of goodies as well as two wineglasses and a bottle of the Pinot noir
she favored and set them all on the steel coffee table.

“Are you hungry, Maggie?” He poured
them both a glass of wine.

She took a sip from her glass,
swirling the red liquid and staring into it. “No, not really.” A lovely flush
spread from her cheeks to her neck and between her lush breasts. “Are you
hungry?”

His cock pulsed. “Oh, I’m hungry
all right.”

She kept fiddling with the tie
around her neck. Good. She found it just as distracting as he did. She toed off
her black heels and crossed her fishnet-clad legs, rubbing them together. He
had the urge to slide his hand beneath her skirt. Wondered if she wore a garter
belt beneath to hold up those stockings. Or were they thigh-highs? Was she
wearing panties? What kind?

She cleared her throat. “Sax?”

He shook his head. From the moment
he’d woken this morning the only thing he’d craved was her. Hadn’t been able to
concentrate on anything besides her. This had felt like the longest day of his
life. “Why don’t we take in the view?” he suggested.

He flipped the living room light
switch off so they could gaze into the cool spring night without getting a
reflection back. A fierce wind had sliced through the cherry blossoms, sending
petals spinning in little eddies outside the window. Like a ballet. It was the
perfect night to stay inside and warm up.

Or get hot.

She tasted the wine again. “It’s
really magical out there. I always did like your view.”

“I’m admiring a view of my own.” He
wrapped his arms around her, brushed her hair to the side and kissed the back
of her neck. She shuddered in his arms. Just like always. It was one of her
most sensitive places.

Fuck.

He wanted her so badly his cock
felt as if it would punch through his trousers. He’d intended to tease her, to
seduce her into obedience, before he mastered her. But as soon as he got his
hands on her all thoughts of Don Juaning had been replaced by primal lust,
urging him to toss her over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck the hell
out of her.

He forced himself to be calm. To
seduce. He trailed kisses up the line of her neck, over her soft cheek, and
then finally kissed her lips. He turned her head to the side, feeding at her
bow of a mouth.

He kissed a trail to her jaw. “I
want you, Maggie,” he whispered against her ear.

She shuddered again.

He set his glass down on the ledge
and undid the bow at the neck of her dress. The satin ties drifted down along
her shoulders. Her skin was so fucking smooth. So soft. Pale and perfect. The
dress peeled back to reveal her full breasts. She hadn’t worn a bra and they
sprang forth, large and ripe.

She shivered, and he was willing to
bet not just from the chill of the windowpane.

“Just say ‘coffee’ if I do anything
you don’t like,” he reminded. He kissed the back of her neck and then her bared
shoulders. Her skin had goose pimpled at his touch. She wanted this as much as
he wanted to give it to her.

“Oh God,” she murmured.

“More like the devil.” He smiled
against her skin. The back of her dress was open in a full V with a zipper at
the waist that went down to the middle of her full ass.

He undid the zipper slowly, taking
his time—like a boy opening the best birthday present ever—then slid the dress
down her legs. Christ.

The creamy mounds of her ass were
barely covered by the black scrap of her panties. He gave her ass a good swat.
She stepped out of the dress and he tossed it in the general direction of the
couch. His eyes flicked to the glass to take in the complete view. She was
gorgeous, a sight to behold.

Pearly skin, puckered nipples. Dimpled,
hairless sex. Long red hair that she’d swept up into a tight bun with two
silver clips. He unfastened the clips and pitched them away too, letting her
silken hair fall into his hands.

Clad only in that black thong and
black fishnet thigh-highs, she was pushed up against the window so her breasts
and hot pussy were forced against the frosty surface of the glass. He fisted
her hair in his hands, holding her still. Her nipples were stiff, sliding
against the glass, her pussy leaving steam on the surface.

“I wonder if there are men in those
other buildings watching you right now.” There were other high-rise apartments
around the building. “Think they’re watching you? Wanting to fuck you as much
as I do?”

“Oh God,” she moaned, her palms
flat against the glass. “Yes,” she murmured.

“You like that, don’t you? Like the
thought of men watching you. Wanting you.”

She took in a shuddering breath.
“Yes,” she whispered.

“Let’s take a look.” He pushed up
against her, trapping her fully, letting her feel his cock, rough and ready for
her. He rubbed it against her ass, making sure she understood the thickness of
his cock, even if it was still trapped beneath the restrictive fabric.

He placed his stubbled jaw against
her cheek as they scanned the apartments. Flickering lights from a movie in one
unit. Another had an old couple dozily watching the evening news. And in one
apartment, a young man watched from the window. He looked as if he were in his
early twenties. The voyeur had pulled up a chair to the window, unabashedly
eying Maggie. “See there, that man wants you,” he said softly.

Maggie gasped and was about to pull
away but he held her fast. “Let’s give him a show.”

“I don’t know,” she hesitated,
trying to step back, maybe cover herself. But he knew Maggie all too well. Her
nipples were pebbled, her pussy was juicy wet, he could feel heat radiating
from her thighs. She wanted this, but didn’t want to admit it.

“If you really want to stop, just
say your safe word and we will.”

Maggie groaned as the man rubbed at
his crotch through his jeans, clearly aroused by the little he
had
seen
and she barely whispered, “Let’s continue.”

“Good girl.” Who knew his innocent
little wife had such a wicked side? He loved it.

He rolled her panties down her
thighs slowly and then gave her bared bottom a swat. “Mmm, he’s watching every
move. Hungering for you.” He probed between her thighs from behind. Her little
cunt was hot and wet, the pink lips puffed out and growing more engorged by the
minute. Wetter than he could ever remember, making his fingertips sticky with
the honeyed mess that flowed from her. He pinched her cunt lips, pinched them
hard. And when she didn’t gasp, he pinched them until she did. A sweet sigh
escaped her as he watched her swollen, pink lips cling to one another. Looked
so damn welcoming. “He wants to fuck you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes!” She bucked against the
fingers he slid inside her. The moisture dripped from his digits as he sawed
them in and out. Maggie had always gotten very wet. He had the urge to drag her
to the couch and eat her out. He craved the taste of her sweet cunt juices in
his mouth, down his throat.

But that wouldn’t expose her to the
man across the street.

Instead he tugged the sofa up
against the edge of the glass and splayed Maggie on top of the arm, her legs
far apart.

Meanwhile, the voyeur had grabbed a
pair of binoculars and was no doubt getting an eyeful of his wife’s delicious
pussy. Something about seeing another man want her made him wild. Especially
knowing that
his
would be the only cock that would satisfy his wife
tonight.

Maggie moaned low in her throat and
he could feel his dick kick in his pants in response. “God, I want you to fuck
me. I need it.”

The earthy things she said. The way
she yielded to him.
Fuck.
He felt as if he could come right then and
there. But not yet. He wanted to make her delirious with pleasure. “Not yet,
minx. I’m not done playing with you.” He took her hand and placed it on her
dripping pussy. “Rub yourself. I need to get us a couple of toys to play with.”

She moaned as she rubbed furiously
at her little clit. He could see her thighs shaking as she stroked, writhing on
the plush sofa arm.

“Don’t come yet. You don’t have
permission.”

She groaned but slowed her pace.

Sax came back from the bedroom with
a small black butt plug, a riding crop and a pair of nipple clamps.

She stopped playing with her pussy
and looked at him, open-mouthed.

“Remember your safety word?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. If you don’t like what
I do, just say it and we’ll fuck the regular way.”
Please, don’t let her
give up the game yet.
“Okay?”

She nodded, but with no hint of
concern or worry. She closed her eyes and returned her fingers to her clit. The
pinkish peaks of her nipples were standing at full attention. He got on the
couch behind her and brought the clamps up and around her. They were cunning
little “C” clamps with a silver chain running between them. Just a little pain
to make the pleasure more exquisite.

He pinched her right nipple and
then the left with the clamps before walking around to admire his handiwork.
She looked luscious. Full, rounded breasts looked even more delectable with
that silver chain between them. The nipples were hard, clamped tight.

“How do they feel?”

She grimaced a little and Sax
reached for the chain, pulled it just a bit and her hips bucked involuntarily.
He sank a finger into her cunt, delighting in the soft sucking sound it made.

“Oh, I think you like it.” He
brought the soaked finger to his mouth and cleaned it, savoring the taste of
her. Salty and sweet. He had half a mind to get on his knees and make her buck
against his face. But he intended to ease her into submission, tease her with
the decadent toys he’d mastered over the years. He turned his attention to the
butt plug. “Do you remember how it felt when I spanked you and fucked you?”

She blushed harder, it traveled
down over her chest. “Yes.”

“Well, just you wait until I put
this butt plug in.” He lubed it, watching her face as he did. She gasped a
breath. He’d never had her ass, never went there with her and it was about
fucking time he claimed her there.

He put some lube on his finger and
spread her legs wider. Her pussy was leaking fluid, her thighs were wet, the
puffed folds of her sex swollen in welcome and he spared them a stroke before
turning his attention to her asshole. The skin was tight and puckered and
resistant to his finger. He patiently rubbed, getting her used to the idea. She
squirmed as he put the tip of one finger in, pushed it past the tight ring of
muscles. She gasped.

“So fucking tight,” he crooned.
God, he wanted to shove his dick into all that hot, smooth skin. Take her tight
little ass, but settled for his finger. For now. In and out. He moved the first
finger and then two. Moving in and out. He plunged them in slowly, getting her
used to the rhythm he set, and then eased out. Until she relaxed, stopped
squeezing his fingers so hard. Then he began to pump her hard. Setting a
relentless rhythm.