Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I decided Justice was on to something with his threat. Carefully, I laid Imogene on the bed, then retrieved a duffle I’d stashed underneath it on a whim one day. I unzipped it and dug through until I found the black silk ties and then tossed the bag away.
Imogene’s eyes were round as saucers when she spotted what was in my hand. They were churning with a little wariness but also curiosity and desire. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to tie you to our bed until I’m sure I’ve convinced you never to put yourself at risk again,” I informed her in a firm tone. Quickly, I stripped off both of our clothes, then I climbed onto the bed and leaned over to secure one of her wrists. “First,” I told her as I worked, “I’m going to prove my point by eating your pussy until you forgive me for siding with my brother”—I moved to the other wrist—“then, I’m going to spank your pretty little ass for disobeying me and ducking your security. After that, you’re going to open that sexy mouth and suck me off until I’m too sated to think about everything that could have happened to you.”
Imogene whimpered and rubbed her legs together, making my hard cock tighten while pre-come beaded on the tip. I tested the restraints, making sure they were tight enough to keep her in place but loose enough that they wouldn’t hurt her.
“Then, I’m going to fuck your big tits and spill my come all over them to remind us both that you’re mine.” I scooted down and pushed her legs apart, settling between them and taking a deep inhale of her cinnamon and sugar scent. “And, if you’re a very good girl, I’ll fuck your tight pussy until you’re screaming my name.”
I kept my word and fulfilled all of my promises, but I still wasn’t ready to release her. So, I fed her some dinner, then made slow, sweet love to her before taking off the silk ties and cuddling her into my embrace.
“I love you, sugar. You and our family are everything to me.”
Imogene sighed and snuggled even closer. “I love you too, Thatcher.” We were silent for a bit, then she cleared her throat, and I glanced down to see a blush sprinkling across her nose and cheeks. “Um…”
“What’s wrong, sugar?”
“Nothing—um—I was just wondering…”
I raised a brow and waited.
“What else do you have in that bag?” She looked so eager and self-conscious at the same time; I couldn’t help throwing my head back as I belted out a deep laugh. My wife was so fucking adorable.
Life with her was never boring. It was sweet, like cinnamon and sugar.
Epilogue 2
Imogene
4 years later...
I paused mid-stride when I stepped into our bedroom and spotted the duffel bag on our bed. We didn’t get the chance to use the toys Thatcher kept in it nearly as often as we wanted, but that was understandable since having kids tended to limit our alone time. And once we were outnumbered, we had to get even more creative. Not that we let having three children under the age of four—Thatcher loved knocking me up, and I loved letting him because I wanted a big family—stop us. Our need for each other had only grown over the years, and we took advantage of every opportunity we got to indulge ourselves. Like now, when all of our little angels decided to go down for the night within fifteen minutes of each other.
Thatcher padded out of our bathroom, wearing nothing except a pair of black boxer briefs. His hard on pressed against the cotton fabric, and the sight made my pussy clench in need. He caught the look in my eyes as I ogled his body, and his lips curved up in a satisfied smirk. “You ready to pay the price for torturing me today, sugar?”
“Torture?” I lowered my head and peeked up at him from beneath my lashes, trying my best to look innocent. “You’re going to have to be more specific because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh. Sure, you don’t.” He stalked over to me and lifted me right off my feet to toss me onto the bed.
“Thatcher!” I squealed when he started to tug my shirt over my head. He tossed the material onto the floor and went after my sleep shorts and pulled them down. Before I knew what was happening, he had me completely naked, flat on my back, and was encircling my wrists with the fur-lined handcuffs he’d bought for me about a year ago.
Rising up on his knees between my thighs, my gorgeous husband’s gray eyes darkened to the color of a stormy sky as they devoured my naked flesh. “Don’t even try to deny it, sugar. We both know you did it on purpose. You got me all worked up this afternoon, knowing I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.”