“Caro…” she moaned, knowing quite well that her body was responding to its master.
With her parted legs, it was easy for my hand to slip up the dress and seek her delicious warmth, prepped and quite ready for my invasion. Groaning, I lowered my zipper down just as my middle finger slid into her tight channel.
“You know how it drives me mad when you speak to me in Italian, mi amore.”
“Baby,” she gasped, breathless from my relentless onslaught, “can it wait?”
Wait? Was she mad? “I’ve been gone for a week, Sienna. One whole fucking week of dreaming about your beautiful, greedy cunt, and now that I have you all to myself, you want me to wait?”
I had been in Brazil, finalizing a takeover that would be a new asset to Knightly Industries. We were tapping into natural resources from gas to palm oil. But I was adamant about deforestation, and once this takeover was finalized, the Amazonian trees would be off limits. It was one of the main things I wanted to focus on. Brazil was a massive archipelago, and though the Amazon provided a lot of resources, I’d rather not mess with Mother Nature that way. Besides, there was nothing beneficial in being greedy. If the board wanted palm oil, then we’d plant our own, though it would take decades to harvest. Somehow, I had yet to solve that.
Back to my lovely woman, even though she was protesting against my ministrations, she sure as hell didn’t move to stop me from touching her intimately.
“Did you miss me, cara?”
“Yes—” she hissed, frustrated. “You know I do. I always miss you.”
Seeing that she was more worked up than I was, I slowed down my pace, wanting to drive her a little bonkers. I’d give her two minutes before she would bring down the wrath of her sexual frustration. Because she always did.
“Have you been naughty while I was gone?”
“Wait. Why did you stop touching me?” she groaned before spinning around to face me, eyes sparking with fire, ready to wage war.
That was my Sienna. She couldn’t hold it together any better than I could. We were addicted to each other. It was a sickness, just as it was a blessing. It was nonsensical madness, and yet we couldn’t stop it. We thrived on it, pushing each other’s buttons until we surrendered to its wickedness.
“Are you playing games with me again? I told you to wait! And now you’re fucking with my body. I hate it when you do that!”
Bloody hell, she was truly riled up and quite ravishingly sexy too.
“I wanted to see if you were still as aroused as you seemed earlier.” I referred to the time before everyone arrived earlier, when I had walked in literally ten minutes prior, straight from the airport, and had to dash in the bathroom for a quick shower where she’d walked in on me naked. Her eyes had roamed over me, greedy and territorial, but before she could do anything about it, the doorbell had rung, indicating our guests had already arrived.
Her expression right now was simply comical. I ended up smirking, which in turn brought out more anger from her.
“You think this is hilarious, don’t you?” she spat as she pushed her finger into my chest. “I get it,” she murmured, charging as she kept pushing me backward. “You wanted a jolly, good laugh.” Her golden eyes were dilated, but she stopped pushing when my back hit the kitchen prep table before she held the tip of my tie and pushed me into a chair then tugged on the tie to bring my face closer to her sexily bent form. She took a pause, admiring me sitting on the chair at her bidding. “Let’s ruffle you up a little, shall we, Mr. Knightly?”
Christ Almighty. Was it wrong to be so bloody fucking turned on when my wife dominated me? I was hopelessly hers, forever and bloody ever. Amen.
Anticipating what she had in mind, I sat back and let her do her thing as I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Therefore, when she decided to untie my tie before playfully tying both of my hands behind me, I didn’t protest. She then strode to one of the cream drawers and pulled out a black roll of cable wire.
“This should do,” she said with satisfaction.
Strolling over towards me as she strung the cable before making another go at securing my tied hands. “There, now we can start.”
Well it’s about bloody time, my cock has almost died of suffocation and abandonment, I thought haughtily before I felt the hot, stinging slap of her palm. It wasn’t hard enough to leave in imprint on my skin, but it was enough to shock me, nonetheless.
“What in God’s name was that for?” I gritted out as I met her eyes.
Sienna remained the same, her expression concealing whether the slap was meant to be playful or something else entirely. But then, that was before she folded her arms and took a deep, heated breath, her golden eyes becoming liquid gold, taking over the hints of green and amber. “That was for attending the World Cup and having your photo taken with that socialite.”
Fuck, I hadn’t realized that had made it to the pages. I should’ve known it would have eventually made its way into the British press. I should’ve known, and yet I hadn’t thought much of it. The price of this idiocy was, it had made my wife a tad batty.
“It’s merely a picture, Sienna. Don’t tell me that got your knickers into a twist?” It was meant to tease her obvious, emotional state, but that backfired on me.
She was becoming wretched, emotions getting the best of her. “I’m a jealous woman—we both know this—and I hate when other women try to take what’s rightfully mine.”
I tensed before I looked at her squarely. “If you’re implying…”
Sienna audaciously rolled her eyes at me. “I know you’re not cheating. Of course, I do, but I just hate the fact that they still try. I warned you about this, and yet you never listen. Why’s that? Hmm?” She strutted back and forth, hips distractingly swaying, merely fueling the fire that needed to be unleashed in her cunt while I spitefully stared at her in awe and arousal at the same time I wanted to bloody throttle her beautiful self.
In midstride, she stopped before me, eyes never leaving mine as she slowly unzipped her dress before letting it pool on the floor. She then sidestepped the dress and kicked it to the side, sliding it against the pantry cabinets.
Mio Dio! One whole bloody week, and she was dangling this decadent body of hers without mercy to my rabid cock.
“Sienna—fucking hell—I need you, cara.” Pumps, lace bikini underwear, and lace strapless bra was all I could think about as my hungry gaze took in her insatiable body. Her curves were calling out to me, to taste, to nip and bite. Why was she keeping up with this torture, anyway? She was just as ravenous as I was.