Slutty Dom wife (chapter 6)

Slutty Dom wife (chapter 6)

Her nails grazed lightly along the shaft as she squeezed him just enough to make his abs contract. She felt the twitch in her palm, the hot pulse under her fingertips, and the power of making him lose control for once sent a rush between her thighs.

"Eyes on me," she whispered.

Kai’s eyes fluttered open, dark and unfocused with need. He looked wrecked. Beautiful. Lips parted, jaw tense, veins standing out along his throat.

"You gonna be a good boy for me tonight?" she purred, deliberately avoiding the forbidden word.

He groaned, low and deep, his hands gripping the sheets like they were his lifeline.

"Yesss..."

"Yes what?"

Her grip tightened, stroking with a slow, languid pace that bordered on cruel. His hips bucked involuntarily.

"Yes, mommy," he hissed.

She smirked, pleased, and slid down between his legs, settling on her knees with practiced ease. She flicked her tongue over the sensitive slit, just enough to make him curse.

"Fuck, you're wicked," he growled.

"You love it."

She dragged her tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling around the head before pulling back.

"Beg."

He blinked down at her, defiant.

"Faye..."

"Wrong answer."

Her hand resumed its stroke…firm, torturous, not enough.

He bucked again. Swore. Fought against the moan threatening to rise in his throat.

"Beg for my mouth. Say it."

He cursed under his breath.

Then: "Please... please, let me feel that mouth. I need it. I need you."

She rewarded him with a deep slide of her lips over him, taking him in inch by inch until her nose brushed his abdomen. He threw his head back with a cry, his composure shattering like glass.

She sucked, slow and steady, her tongue pressing into the sensitive underside of his shaft as she hollowed her cheeks and drew back with a wet pop. Then she did it again. And again.

"Shit…shit, slow down," he grunted.

She didn’t. She was in control now. And it felt so fucking good.

His fingers tangled in the sheets. His thighs trembled.

He was close. She could feel it.

So she stopped.

He looked at her like she’d just shot him.

"Why the fuck did you…"

"You don’t get to finish until I say."

She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, pinning him down with the weight of her thighs.

He tried to reach for her.

"Hands down, Parsons. You move, and I get off this bed and leave you like that."

His jaw flexed. She could see how much it cost him to obey…but he did.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips ghosting over his jaw.

"Tell me how bad you want me."

"I'd sell my fucking soul."

"Mmm. Too late for that."

She kissed his throat, then sucked gently at the pulse there, feeling it race under her lips. He groaned again, arching up against her, but she held him down.

"You’re so full of yourself," she murmured. "But right now? You’re mine."

He didn’t argue.

She reached behind her, guiding him to her entrance. Her eyes never left his as she sank down slowly, inch by inch, feeling the stretch, the fullness, the heat.

His eyes rolled back. A shudder ran through his entire body.

"Fuck," he rasped. "You're... god, you're perfect."

She set the pace…slow, punishingly slow. Rocking her hips just enough to drive him mad. Watching him fall apart beneath her, all that power and violence reduced to gasps and broken groans.

He tried to thrust up. She slapped his chest lightly.

"Behave."

"You’re killing me."

"Then die pretty."

She leaned down, tongue tracing his lips until he opened for her, and then she kissed him…deep, dirty, claiming him entirely. Tongue on tongue, teeth clashing on teeth, breath shared like oxygen.

When she sat up again, riding him harder now, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.

"You take what I give you," she said.

"Yes," he breathed. "Anything."

Her orgasm built fast, tight, deliciously out of control. His name spilled from her lips in broken gasps, and he watched her with something like awe.

She came with a cry, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body shaking. He groaned, eyes squeezed shut.

"Now?" he begged.

She nodded, still trembling.

He exploded inside her, hips jerking, hands gripping her hips so tight they’d bruise. His moan echoed against the walls.

They stayed like that…breathless, tangled, raw.

Finally, she collapsed onto his chest.

"Next time," she panted, lips against his throat, "you wear the ribbon."

"Jesus Christ," he groaned. "You're going to kill me."

She smirked against his skin. "You’d die happy."

And he couldn’t argue with that.

The morning sun filtered through the expansive windows, casting long golden rays across the silk sheets tangled around their legs.

The room smelled like sex, heat, and Kai. He was already awake, lounging with one arm folded beneath his head, the other hand resting lazily against Faye's bare hip. His eyes, heavy-lidded and hungry, tracked every movement she made as she sat up and stretched, completely ignoring him.

"Don’t pretend like you’re not sore," he muttered, voice thick with sleep and smug satisfaction.

Faye yawned, reaching for the robe on the armchair. "I’m a doctor, Parsons. I know how to handle muscle fatigue."

Kai chuckled darkly. "That wasn’t fatigue. That was me ruining you."

She turned to him slowly, brow arching. "You sound proud of that."

"I am."

She rolled her eyes and stood, tying the robe snugly around her waist. "Don’t get attached."

He sat up, muscles rippling under the sheets. "Too late."

She froze for a moment, then walked toward the vanity like she hadn’t heard him. "Do you have breakfast in this overpriced museum?"

"It’s called a kitchen, sweetheart," he said, pushing the covers off his body as he stood, gloriously naked, unashamed. "But yes. Mrs. Wen probably already made something."

"The cook?"

"Yeah. She’s been with me since I was seven. Treat her nice. She’s got a sharp tongue."

Faye snorted. "That makes two of you."

Kai stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You’re different in the morning. Softer."

She elbowed him lightly. "Back off. I’m still not over the whole belt thing."

"You loved it."

"That’s not the point."

"Then what is?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"The point is," she said, tilting her head just enough to brush against his, "you need to stop thinking I’m yours just because we had sex."

"We didn’t just have sex. We bonded."

She laughed out loud. "Oh, shut up."

"You rode me and made me call you mommy. That’s... intimate."

She slapped his chest, turning to face him. "You let me be in control. I’m honestly still surprised."

Kai's smirk faded slightly as he looked down at her. "I was surprised too."

Faye tilted her head. "You hated it?"

"I fucking loved it. But don’t tell anyone or I’ll lose all credibility in the underworld."

She bit back a smile and leaned forward. "You like being owned."

His eyes narrowed. "Just by you."

Downstairs, the smell of fried rice, steamed buns, and jasmine tea wafted up. Faye made her way to the kitchen first, finding the cook, Mrs. Wen, already setting the table.

"Good morning, Miss Lin," she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Morning," Faye replied, returning the smile with practiced ease. She took a seat and poured herself some tea. Kai joined a moment later, shirtless, hair a mess, and looking every bit like the chaos she didn't need in her life.

The three maids giggled in the distance, pretending to dust.

"Don’t encourage them," Faye muttered.

"Let them fantasize," Kai said, loading his plate.

They ate in silence for a while until Kai broke it. "You never answered me. Are you going to stay here?"

Faye looked up. "Why would I?"

"Because I want you here."

"I’m not your pet, Kai."

"No, but you could be my wife."

She almost choked on her tea. "You’re unbelievable."

Before he could retort, her phone buzzed on the counter. She reached for it, seeing the name flash on the screen: Henry Zhu.

Kai’s mood immediately shifted.

"Ignore it," he said.

She answered.

"Hello?"

"Faye," Henry's voice came through, calm but strained. "My grandmother... She's not well. She’s asking for you."

Faye's heart sank. "What happened?"

"Fever. Breathing trouble. I think it’s pneumonia. She keeps asking for you."

Faye stood from her seat. "I’ll come. Send me the address."

Kai stood too. "You’re not going."

Faye shot him a look. "She’s sick. I’m a doctor."

"It’s Henry. It’s a trap."

"It’s his grandmother. She was like family to me. I can’t ignore that."

"Then I’m coming with you."

Faye looked him up and down. "You look like sex and bad decisions."

"I am both."

She touched his chest gently. "Let me go. Please."

He hesitated. Then called his driver and ordered him to take her.

"If you’re not back in two hours, I’m sending men."

Faye didn’t argue. She grabbed her coat and headed for the car.

Kai stood at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, watching her go.

Something about this didn’t feel right.

And Kai never ignored his instincts.