He picked up a cigarette lighter, placing it in his tight leather pants. Rider wasn’t the only one who needed to quit eating Willa’s cookies.
He silently walked back toward Willa, releasing the blindfold. Willa gasped as he took out the lighter, holding it underneath the blade for several minutes, then turned it over, doing the same on the other side, repeatedly flipping the knife. Then Lucky tucked the lighter back into his pocket before using his free hand to tug the blindfold back up.
Silently, he moved away again. Reaching into the glass of ice water, he took out a couple of the melting ice cubes, placing them in his mouth. Before placing the knife in the ice water, he took out another blunted knife that he had placed in there before Willa had come out of the bathroom. Running the knife across the palm of his hand, he felt the cold metal then crossed the floor to Willa and began to show his wife just how sensual his knife play could be.
“Don’t move.”
Willa tensed. He heard her breath catch again as he pressed the blunted edge of the knife against the side of her breast, watching as the water that had been clinging to the blade caressed her flesh while it slid downward, making a path toward her stomach to cling to the mound of her pussy.
“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, siren?”
“Yes.”
Lucky slid his finger through the damp lips of her pussy, rubbing her moist clit before removing his hand. He then bent his head, taking her peaked nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his cold tongue. Her breath hissed when he sucked it in again, and Lucky ran the edge of his teeth against her cold nipple.
His finger returned to her pussy, rubbing through her slit again, letting his palm press down on her clit. He switched breasts, sucking her other nipple in his mouth, teasing the tip until it stood out in a hard nub. Using his tongue, he pressed it against the roof of his mouth until he felt her knees buckle. Then he stepped back.
Using the blunt tip of the knife, he traced the line of her thigh and then across her belly, watching as goose bumps rose on her flesh.
“Is that with desire or fear?”
Willa licked her bottom lip. “Desire.”
“Who’s your master?”
“You are,” Willa moaned, arching her hips, showing that she wanted his hands back.
He was going to give her more than she anticipated.
Unbuttoning his pants, he released his aching cock then nudged her feet apart with his booted foot and placed his cock at her wet opening, thrusting hard inside of her. He buried his face against her breasts as his cock slid into her as if begging for more. He gave her every inch he had, rising onto the toes of his boots to give her more than he had ever before.
Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist as he fucked her like the pirate she wanted him to be. He wasn’t rough with her, but neither was he gentle, making sure the leather of his pants rubbed against the inside of her thighs, and the leather vest scraped against her tender nipples.
“Come with me, siren. Show me you can keep my bed warm on the cold nights at sea and serve all the needs I desire from you.”
“Francois!” Willa screamed as her orgasm hit, her body stretched from the metal chains.
As the erotic intensity on her face captured his lust, Lucky came, grinding his orgasm out in his wife as her cries filled the room.
When they both quit shaking and Lucky didn’t feel as if his own knees were going to buckle from the ecstasy he had just experienced, he unchained Willa, removing her blindfold.
He pointed the knife at her. “I’m only releasing you because of the pleasure you’ve given me. Anger me and I’ll chain you back up until you plead for me to release you.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Willa teased, letting him pull her to him then laying her head on his shoulder.
“It’s a promise.”
“I love you, husband.”
“I love you, wife. Let’s go take a shower. By then, I’ll be able to show you how those sheets feel on a tender ass.”
Willa walked to the bathroom then turned back as he was replacing his knife in the leather pouch.
“The next time I make frosting, I might let you have some.”
*
“Is Willa all right?” Lily asked as she and Shade walked through the backdoor with a wiggling John held securely in his father’s arms. “She almost ran us down with those boxes she was carrying.”
Lucky’s lips twitched. “She’s fine. She was late to help Genny set up for the Forrester’s wedding, and she hates being late.”
“That wasn’t what it sounded like to me.” Shade bent over, placing John in a highchair. It should seem out of place in the motorcycle club, but strangely, it wasn’t. Lucky prayed one of his children would be the next to use it.
“She was muttering something about freaking pirates.”
Lucky felt Shade’s quizzical gaze as Shade poured himself and Lily both coffee. Lucky was able to keep his expression impassive, but Rider sat, glowering from his chair at the table.