Christian eyes were on me from where he sat.
He seems to be more indulgent than I ever thought he would be.
Somehow seeing him look at me in that way felt so f*****g good.
It felt like I was in charge and I was the reason he was sitting there.
I slowly trailed my fingers sliding my hands through my folds.
The burning sensation and the hot stare from him was magnetic.
What was I doing?
My legs were wide open for the same man who said he would kill me.
But why can’t I stop, he is my husband.
Those were the words that I had been using to make myself feel good for the acts that I was carrying on.
Christian looked at me again , this time his eyes were on me as if he was daring me to slip out my hands from there.
I wanted to tease him, make him ravel in silence and beg me to
