Slutty Dom wife 13

Slutty Dom wife 13
A slow sensual song whispered in the hush of midnight...

"Tie me with silk where the secrets stay,
In shadows where lovers come out to play.
Whisper my name like a dangerous vow,
I'm yours to command..just show me how."

Kai stirred at the soft hum of the voice, half-asleep, drenched in heat and satin sheets. Faye’s breath was against his ear, fingers dragging up his chest like a tease from a dream.

“Enwei,” she purred, her voice velvety and wicked, “wake up. I want to play.”

He groaned, dragging a forearm over his eyes, still fogged from the intensity of the day. His muscles ached. His back screamed for rest. His brain wasn't fully functioning.

“Baby, it’s 3 AM,” he rasped. “We can play tomorrow. I promise.”

There was a pause. A sigh. Then the sound of silk sliding off skin.

“Fine,” Faye said icily. “I’ll move out tomorrow morning. Maybe I’ll go stay with Henry. At least he doesn’t make excuses.”

That did it.

Kai sat bolt upright like someone had dumped cold water on his balls.

“The fuck did you just say?”

Faye, already halfway out of the bed in just a long nightshirt, didn’t flinch. She tossed a coy look over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip.

“You heard me.”

He was on his feet in seconds.

“Yeying.” His voice was a growl, low and sharp. He grabbed her wrist and turned her around. “How dare you threaten me like that?”

She smirked up at him, eyes full of defiance. And mischief.

“I’m not threatening you, Parsons. I’m just telling you how it is. I’m a horny, pregnant woman. And you…” She trailed a finger along his chest. “You seem more afraid of me than Henry ever was.”

His jaw clenched.

Faye leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth. Slowly. Lightly. Just enough to get under his skin.

“Enwei,” she whispered, using his full name like it was a curse and a prayer all at once, “I don’t think you understand just how horny a pregnant woman can get.”

He groaned as she flicked her tongue over his nipple, and his entire body jerked.

“Faye..fuck…”

She nipped him lightly, pulling back with a grin. “Nope. Don’t say my name. Not unless you’re begging.”

He reached for her, but she gently pushed him away and strutted to the edge of the bed like a queen.

“If you won’t be my sub tonight,” she said, arms crossed under her breasts, “nothing for you. Go back to your flings. Or maybe call that elegant woman who was waiting here the other day.”

That was a direct hit.

Kai growled and stood. “You really want to push me tonight?”

Faye raised a brow. “I want you to tie a ribbon on your chest like I told you. Then follow me downstairs to my new palace.”

He blinked. “You’re calling the basement your palace now?”

She only smirked, reaching into the drawer and pulling out the same crimson ribbon she’d taunted him with before. She tossed it at him. “Wrap it. Present yourself.”

Kai stared at the ribbon in his hand.

“You’re insane.”

“I’m yours,” she corrected, “and right now, I want to see what you look like when you give up control for once.”

He stared at her. She stared right back. It was a silent war of wills.

Eventually, he sighed. “God, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good,” she said. “At least you’ll die happy.”

The room had been transformed.

Candles burned in corners. The walls were lined with soft velvet and silk ropes. A luxurious chaise lounge sat in the center like a throne. And beside it, the large antique bed..steel framed, bolted, decadent.

Faye stood barefoot in a silk robe, her bump not quite showing yet, but her aura commanding. She held a riding crop in one hand, not for pain but for intimidation.

Kai stood near the bed, shirtless, the red ribbon tied in a large loose bow across his chest. He looked ridiculous.

And yet…still sinfully good.

“Are you happy now?” he asked dryly.

Faye walked toward him slowly, dragging the tip of the crop along the wall. Her eyes dropped to his bare chest, admiring the contrast of crimson against his tan skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Very.”

“You’re going to make me do something humiliating, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “Maybe.”

He exhaled. “Then do it already.”

Faye circled him, her fingers grazing along the bow.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” she whispered. “You’re mine tonight. Every part of you. I decide when and where and how. No roughness, no control. Just obedience.”

Kai’s nostrils flared. He hated not being in control. But his cock was already twitching from the tension. From her voice. From the way she looked at him like he was dessert.

“On your knees,” she ordered.

He hesitated.

She slapped his thigh with the crop..not hard, just a sting.

“Kneel.”

He dropped to his knees.

Faye let out a slow exhale of pleasure.

“Good boy.”

She walked behind him, running her hands through his hair, scratching lightly.

“Open your mouth.”

He did.

She slipped two fingers inside, letting him suck on them slowly.

“You’re so good when you behave.”

He grunted, eyes closed.

Faye tugged his hair lightly and pulled her fingers out.

She stepped in front of him and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Now worship me.”

He crawled to her, slow and steady, his hands dragging up her thighs.

She allowed him one kiss. Then another. His lips traced reverent paths up her legs.

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t resist.

Didn’t try to flip the script.

He obeyed.

Faye gasped as his mouth reached the inside of her thighs.

Her fingers gripped his hair, and for the first time, she felt what it was like to be in complete control of Malakai Parsons.

The most dangerous man in the city.

On his knees for her.

And begging with every stroke of his tongue.

Faye let her head fall back, eyes fluttering shut as Kai’s tongue moved in slow, calculated strokes..like he was trying to memorize her taste. He wasn’t in a rush. Not tonight. He kissed and licked like it was a prayer, each movement steeped in a reverence that made her thighs tremble.

“Good boy…” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair, tugging when he hit the right spot.

Kai groaned into her, and the sound vibrated through her core. She was soaked, sensitive, already teetering on the edge.

“You know what I want,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t stop until I say.”

His grip on her thighs tightened. He was fully hard, straining beneath his boxers, but he didn’t dare move for relief. Not yet. Faye had made it clear…he only got what she gave. And tonight, she was the one writing the rules.

Her hips bucked as he circled her clit slowly, then faster, then again with the flat of his tongue…each pass igniting fireworks behind her eyes. Her nails scratched down the back of his neck.

“You like serving me like this?” she asked, voice husky. “You like being under me, baby?”

He couldn’t speak. Just moaned against her, nodding slightly as he devoured her, ravenous and completely undone.

Faye laughed, a rich, sultry sound. “I could keep you here all night.”

His fingers dug into her thighs like a man hanging onto sanity by a thread.

And just when he thought he was pleasing her enough…just when she was panting and trembling..she shoved him back by the forehead.

“Lie down,” she commanded.

Kai obeyed instantly, breathless, his face flushed with desire and submission.

She rose to her feet slowly, letting her robe slip down her arms and pool to the floor. Her curves were silhouetted in the dim lighting, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin making her glow like some divine goddess of war and lust.

Kai stared up at her, mesmerized.

“Hands above your head,” she said.

He did, letting his wrists rest against the headboard.

She leaned over and retrieved the silk ribbon..the same one she’d teased him with last time. This time, there was no joke in her eyes.

Faye straddled his thighs, bent forward, and tied his wrists..tight, but not cruel.

“Is this okay?” she asked, brushing a kiss against his lips.

Kai nodded, voice low and hoarse. “Only if you keep going.”

Faye smirked. “Oh, I plan to.”

She ground her hips against him, not letting him inside just yet..teasing, rubbing along the length of him. Kai cursed, head rolling back into the pillow, his muscles tense, restrained.

“You’re so hard for me,” she said, gripping him and stroking once, just to hear his sharp inhale.

“And you’re not even inside me yet,” she purred.

Then, with one slow, fluid motion, she sank down on him.

Both of them moaned..Kai deep and guttural, Faye higher and breathless.

“Oh…” she gasped. “You feel… God, you feel good.”

Kai bucked instinctively, but she held him down, nails digging into his chest.

“No,” she warned, breathing hard. “Stay still.”

He groaned in frustration, chest heaving. “Yeying…”

She leaned forward and kissed him, slow and thorough, rocking her hips once..twice…then building rhythm until he was whimpering beneath her.

“I’m going to ride you until you forget your own name,” she whispered into his ear.

And she did.

She took control completely…grinding, rolling her hips, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Her moans were soft but steady, rising with the rhythm she set.

Kai was wrecked.

Red-faced, wrists tied, his thighs trembling as he tried not to thrust.

“Please,” he panted. “Please..Faye..I need..”

She silenced him with a sharp kiss. “No begging unless you’re begging to cum.”

He whimpered.

“Yes… Mommy, please…”

Her grin widened. “That’s better.”

She gripped his throat lightly with one hand while the other clawed down his chest, never breaking her rhythm. Every thrust hit deep. Every stroke made her feel drunk with power.

“Look at you,” she whispered. “The city’s most feared man… tied up and shaking under me.”

Kai’s eyes were glassy now, glazed with desperation.

“Say it,” she hissed.

He blinked up at her. “Say… what?”

“Who owns you?”

“Faye…” he moaned. “You do.”

She slapped his chest lightly. “Say it right.”

“You own me, Mommy…”

She came then, hard and fast, her body convulsing around him. The tightening of her walls pulled him over the edge with her…his cry muffled as he bit down on his lip, spilling inside her, hips jerking wildly even as she held him in place.

They collapsed together, panting, her body draped over his, both of them sweating and shaking.

She finally untied his wrists.

Kai pulled her into his arms instantly, cradling her like she was glass.

“Don’t ever say you’ll leave me again,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ll destroy the world.”

Faye smiled softly, eyes fluttering shut. “Then behave, my sweet little monster.”

And just like that, the most dangerous man in the city fell asleep with his arms around the woman who’d broken and tamed him…his queen, his goddess, and now, the mother of his child.

They lay tangled in the sheets of the basement bed, the ribbon now tied loosely around Kai’s neck like a collar.

Faye was flushed, glowing, panting softly.

Kai looked wrecked.

Wrecked and very, very in love.

She smiled, brushing a thumb over his lips.

“You’re a good sub, Enwei.”

He smirked, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t get used to it.”

She laughed.

But deep down, Kai knew something had shifted.

He’d given her control.

And surprisingly… he hadn’t hated it.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple.

“Sleep now,” he murmured.

She yawned, curled into his chest.

“More tomorrow?” she whispered.

He groaned. “You’re insatiable.”

“You love it.” She chuckled softly.

“I love you.”

She blinked.

Then smiled softly. “I know.”