Your Most Obedient Servant. (гет)

As abruptly as it had started, Christine’s touch halted to a stop just as Erik felt the familiar build of le petit mort in the depth of his core.
 
His eyes flew open as he let out an uncontrollable whine, his voice tinged with confusion and frustration. His cock twitched pathetically against his stomach, the slick wetting his skin and making a mess. Though his mind (or whatever little shreds was left of it, at least) commanded him to remain still, to be good, be good for his Christine, his body was more honest, and thrashed against his will, pulling against the tight rope with no success.
 
Or: the one where Christine learns a new way to use her husband's favourite weapon.