His Majesty's Devious Sin

[Warning: The following contains 18+ content.]

The rest of the wedding celebration went by like a blur. Lydia and Weston had shared a dance, but her entire body was burning whenever he touched her. His fingers were stroking her waist, and his gaze was dark. 

Soon, the wedding came to an end and they were reaching the home they'd live in together. 

Their new home was Weston's penthouse that he had secured just because Lydia was living here. The purchase was expensive, but he had more than enough to buy this house and another one for their future children.

"Would you like to see what I've prepared?" Weston asked, offering her a hand as he got out of the car. 

After their wedding vows were exchanged, she had changed into a different dress that graced the floor, but was easier to walk in. 

"Can I even say no?" Lydia laughed, taking his hand, and together, they walked through the lobby. 

No one knew where she lived and their car wasn't tailed. If it was, there were always legal and unethical consequences awaiting those people.

"Of course you can," Weston told her as they walked to a private elevator reserved just for the penthouse.

Lydia fidgeted in the elevator, her stomach tickling with anticipation. He was barely touching her, his large hand resting loosely on her hip. His calming scent washed over her, resembling opened books and eucalyptus. But it didn't help her heart. 

They had done it many times before, but she was suddenly nervous.  Maybe it was because this was their wedding night and they'd have a long honeymoon.

"Don't worry, it won't be anything that'd leave a visible bruise… unless you want me to," Weston said, pulling her out of the elevator. Her head had snapped up to him in shock.

"What do you mean—"

"You'll find out soon," Weston cooed. 

Weston typed in his passcode, swiped his thumb print, and opened the door, allowing her to walk into the lion's den on her own will.

They had done it in his house before, on the bed, too many times for him to count. But there were things he had never shown her before, tucked in the drawers, and he had pulled them out just for her.

"I've been to your bedroom before, I don't think…" Lydia's voice trailed off when she saw what was set up. 

Her attention zoned onto the headboard that had been changed. There were two rope cuffs on the headboard, then two more at the end of the mattress. 

"Oh." It was the only sound she could make.

Weston's figure loomed over her, his arms snaking around her waist as he affectionately kissed the side of her head.

"You already know the safeword," Weston said. 

They weren't fully into the act of BDSM, but sometimes it was interesting to try out new techniques, like this one. He could hear her heart beating heavily in her chest.

"Alright." Lydia swallowed. Their safeword was "textbooks," since the two joked a textbook was an instant turn off.

Weston unzipped her dress, watching the white material pool on the floor. Then, he unclasped her bra, tossing it aside, his large hands cupping her full breasts. Her nipples peeked out between his fingers and he squeezed them.

Lydia shivered at the exposure, leaning into his body, eager for his comfort. Weston always towered over her, to the point of where she could hide her entire body when they embraced.

"Then be a darling and get on the bed," Weston instructed, his lips brushing against her left ear. 

Lydia already felt something hot and taut poking at her lower back. She walked to the bed and laid down, instantly followed by him. 

Lydia watched as he took off his clothes. His thick, powerful veins like vines on his arm, his long fingers that unhooked the buttons, and his strong thighs that kicked off his pants. Her breathing was caught in her throat at the large tent of his black boxers.

"Because it's our wedding night, I'll treat you well," Weston reassured her, placing a hand on her waist and pushing her body flat onto the mattress. She was staring up at him, nervousness flickering in her eyes. 

"Do you trust me?" Weston asked, grabbing her wrist and placing the leather cuffs upon it.

"We're married. If we didn't have trust, we'd be divorced by tomorrow," Lydia said, just as he straddled her waist and chuckled. She didn't realize how dangerous this position would be for her later on, when she had nowhere to escape from the pleasure.

"That's what you think," Weston said under his breath, grabbing her other wrist and cuffing it. Then, he maneuvered the other two cuffs onto her ankles, until her movements were limited. 

Weston lifted her quivering chin, their eyes meeting. She closed her eyes and he bent down to kiss down, his knees on either side of her waist.

"Please don't tease me today…"

Weston let out a soft laugh. Now that she realized exactly who was in control here, she could do nothing but plead to him. She was a quick learner. The last time he let her ride him, she had been in control and had him begging her for mercy. Now, it was his turn.

"Ah, but what happened to the little lady that teased me in bed just a few weeks ago?" Weston asked, lightly kissing her pursed lips. "Did you not tease me as well?"

Lydia's chest raised up and down, her alluring breasts capturing his attention. He readily took everything in, his eyes lapping up her alluring shoulders and body that always stimulated him.

"I didn't mean to…" Lydia lied, quite thoroughly enjoying having him under her control last time. He had been shaking, his nails digging into her waist when she rode him like a horse, watching in ecstasy as he reached his peak, only for her to suddenly slow down to edge him.

"Well, then I don't mean to tease you today as well," Weston said, his hand traveling behind him as her knees slid up, giving him easy access. 

Weston ripped off her panties and tossed them away. She whimpered when his hand forcefully cupped her garden, dripping with sweet nectar for him. His thumb twirled around her sensitive clit.

"Ah…!" 

Lydia arched off the bed, but was pressed down by his large body. He was straddling her waist, forcing her to succumb to the pleasure. She couldn't even grab the mattress for help, her wrists straining against the cuffs.

Weston's other hand grabbed her breast, squeezing it before rolling his fingers upon her strained nipple. She groaned, just as his middle finger circled her opening, rubbing her juices around. 

"I didn't do anything, and you're already wet? From what?" Weston taunted, his lips curling.

Lydia was taller than normal, which made this position perfect for him. He smirked, watching her lips part and her eyes vulnerable. 

His middle finger effortlessly slid inside of her opening, his thumb continuously rubbing at her sensitive clit. She shifted in the bed, but couldn't do anything, her legs pulled apart by the cuffs.

"I swear I didn't mean to last time," Lydia lied again, thinking this could grant his mercy. She knew his tactics. He loved to tease her until she was practically begging him to do anything to her body.

Weston was doing just that right now, inserting his ring finger inside of her. She squirmed her body, his fingers going in and out of her, curling to press against her sensitive spot.

"Not there…!" 

Ah, there it was. Her most sensitive spot.