My Ex-wife, My Destination

Daisy’s P. O. V.

I’m tied naked to the four-poster bed in the guest room. My wrists are bound to the headboard with a silk scarf, and my legs are wide open, suspended in the air, and strapped to the bedposts.

Luke is sitting on the sofa, finishing his meeting, which he had to pause because of me.

When we returned from the cafe, the first thing he did was restrain me to the bed. Then, he finger-fucked me and left me on the edge. He said, “You have to wait for me, Daisy, until I complete my meeting.”

Fuck! It’s only been fifteen minutes, but I’m already going crazy. It feels like I’ve been waiting for him for hours. Time is passing so slowly. It’s pure torture.

I know I deserve it. He was so appalled at me. I should have informed him before going to the cafe. But I can’t take it. I need him.

I can’t even request him because he’s on the video call. I have no choice but to wait for his meeting to end.

As he glances at me, I plead with him through my eyes. His lips curve into a smirk, causing me to pout angrily.

The wait is driving me crazy, but the feeling of being under his intense control gives me pleasure. A pleasure that sends shivers down my spine and makes me ache for his touch even more.

He continues with his meeting, occasionally letting his eyes wander over my exposed, helpless body. My heart races as the seconds drag on. My body aches with need, every nerve on fire. The wait is unbearable.

Luke finally ends his call, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the sight of me spread out and helpless on the bed. He stands up slowly, stretching as if he’s in no hurry, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You look so tempting like this, Butterfly.” He walks over to the bed, his gaze roaming over my restrained body. He stops at the foot of the bed. “Completely at my mercy.”

I bite my lip, trying to stifle a moan as he runs a finger down my inner thigh, teasingly close to where I need him most. “Please, Luke,” I beg, my voice quivering with need. “I can’t take it any longer.”

He chuckles softly, his touch maddeningly light as he trails his fingers over my sensitive skin. I try to move against his hand, but I can’t because I’m bound.

“Patience, Daisy. You’ll get what you want, but only when I’m ready to give it to you.” He withdraws his hand and enquires, “Is this punishment enough for you? Answer me honestly.” He demands, his eyes glued to my face.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

I shake my head. “Luke, I don’t know. I just need you.” I implore, desperate to have him.

An evil smile spreads across his face, adding to his hotness. “Oh, Daisy, I think you deserve a bit more.” His voice is a dark promise that sends chills down my spine.

He steps back, his gaze locked onto mine, and I feel the intensity of his control even more strongly. The excitement of what he might do next makes my heart pound and my body ache with need.

Luke walks over to a nearby drawer and pulls out a small silver vibrator. My eyes widen, my breath catching in my throat at seeing it.

How did he get my vibrator?

“I found it in your apartment. Did you use it in my absence?” He asks, returning to stand in front of me, the toy gleaming in his hand.

“A few times,” I answer with honesty. “But it never made me feel as good as you do.”

A smug smile spreads across his face. “I’m glad to know this. Since you’ve been so eager for the pleasure,” he murmurs, running the vibrator along my inner thigh, “let’s see how long you can take this.”

He switches it on, the low hum filling the room, and places it against my swollen, throbbing clit. A cry escapes my lips as the vibrations course through me, my body jerking against the restraints.

“Remember,” he instructs, his voice a dark velvet, “you only come when I say you can.”

The pleasure is intense, almost unbearable, and I struggle to hold back the orgasm building inside me.

“I need to come,” I plead, my eyes begging him, but he’s unforgiving today. Deep inside, I’m relishing being completely at his mercy. He is truly fulfilling my desire today.

He moves the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles, keeping me on the edge but never letting me tip over.

Minutes feel like hours as he tortures me with relentless vibrations. My body is a trembling, quivering mess, sweat slicking my skin as I fight to obey his command.

“Do you think you can be good for me, Daisy?” he asks, his voice low and commanding.

“Yes, Luke,” I gasp, barely able to speak. “I’ll be good. Please, I need you.”

He gives a satisfied nod but doesn’t stop. Instead, he intensifies the pressure, bringing me closer to the edge and then easing off, over and over again.

Just when I think I can’t take any more, he pulls the vibrator away. I whimper in frustration, my body thrumming with unmet needs.

“Do you regret not telling me where you were going?” he asks, his tone serious.

“Yes,” I breathe, “I’m sorry, Luke.”

He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Good girl.” Then his demeanour shifts again, eyes glinting with that familiar dominance. “But your punishment isn’t over yet.”

He picks up a blindfold from the same drawer, slipping it over my eyes. My world goes dark, and my other senses heighten, every sound and touch amplified.

“You’re so beautiful like this. Completely at my mercy.” I feel the bed dip as he climbs on, and then his hands are on my thighs, spreading them even wider. His fingers trail up my slick folds, and I gasp at the sudden, intense pleasure.

“Since you wanted my control so badly, Butterfly,” he murmurs against my ear, “I’m going to make sure you remember who’s in charge.”

I nod, lost in the sensations, ready to accept whatever he gives. Because even though this is a punishment, it’s also the fulfilment of my deepest desire-to be completely under his intense control.

He teases me with his fingers and the vibrator for a few minutes but doesn’t let me come. My body is on fire, every cell begging for release.

Finally, he unstraps my ankles and moves between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. He pauses, tapping his dick on my wetness, making me moan. “Tell me, what do you want, Daisy?”

“I want you to fuck me, Luke, and make me come,” I moan as he strokes his hardness against me.

“Remember, you’re not allowed to come until I say so.” He thrusts into me, filling me completely, and I cry out in pleasure. He moves slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him, then picks up the pace, driving into me with a force that leaves me breathless.

“Please, Luke,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him, taking him deeper. “I need to come. Please.”

He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “You can come now, Butterfly,” he whispers, and the permission is all I need.

My orgasm crashes over me, my body convulsing with the intensity of it, and I clutch my restrained hands above my head. It is the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The delay makes it so strong.

The punishment was torturous, but in the end, it was worth it.

He unties my wrists gently, massaging them to bring back circulation, and then kisses my forehead, murmuring, “I love you,” before holding me close in his arms.

Those three words have the power to touch the core of my heart and bring tears to my eyes. I’ve yearned for this day, for his love all my life, for him holding me in his arms, and for his aftercare after our kinky sessions. Now that I’m getting it, I feel blessed.

But a part of me is still afraid of heartbreak. What if Luke changes again?

I want to believe him with all my heart. His words, his actions, everything points to his honesty. Yet, the scars from the past are hard to forget.