He stepped back and watched her face, looking for something. She peered back at him, waiting expectantly. Despite what he said about no orgasms, she didn’t really think he’d leave her hanging. They’d come a long way toward reconnecting today. They couldn’t sustain that momentum without multiple orgasms. He’d already delivered several, and Trish knew this was only the beginning. The gleam in Justin’s expressive blue eyes told her that he’d developed a taste for domination.
He pushed to his feet, his knee crackling as he stood. “Crawl to the bed and bend over the side.”
She didn’t like that order, but she complied without arguing or asking after his knee. Bent over, her tender breasts pressing into the mattress, she waited for her master to decide her next sensation. With an impatient nudge, he kicked her feet apart.
“Don’t move, Trish. Not one inch.” He reached between her legs, parting her swollen slit. He massaged her pussy with her own cream.
Trish writhed, and a stinging swat landed on her ass. Sweet pain radiated from the contact. She jumped and cried out, involuntarily trying to escape.
“Mine, Trish. You belong to me. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll be still when I tell you to be still.” Justin rained blows on her ass, spreading them evenly over both cheeks. Tears came to her eyes, and she squirmed, unsure whether she wanted this much stimulation. She didn’t want to disappoint Justin. Her desperate, primal urge to please him couldn’t be denied.
All of a sudden, the sensations converged, blooming into a pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced. Urgency turned to patience. Peace and the largest orgasm in existence loomed within her reach. She moaned and relaxed into his punishment. “Yes, Justin. Yes. Please don’t stop.”
He stopped. She whimpered in protest, but she didn’t voice her displeasure. “Punishment is over, my lovely slave.” His cockhead eased into her pussy opening. His fingers pulled her ponytail from where he’d tucked it under the last loop of elastic. He wound her hair around his hand and pulled her head back.
For the first time, Trish noticed the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall next to the bed. Her flushed face stared, wide-eyed with wonder, from the reflection. Behind her, Justin, equally flushed, wore a look of triumphant determination that made her melt all over again, just as she had the first time she ever saw him all those years ago.
With a roar, he buried himself in her channel. She watched, fascinated, as he thrust into her. For a minute, she felt detached from her body. The wanton, well-loved woman in the mirror was a stranger. The man pounding his cock into her looked like the man she’d spent the better part of her life fantasizing about.
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” His mantra reached her ears. He claimed her. He owned her, body and soul. Nothing desperate or uncertain remained. For the rest of their lives, they would be together.
“Yes,” she said as she jolted back into her body. Heat, molten and hard, made her muscles into a quivering mass. She had no control over any part of her body. Giving in, she put all of her trust in her husband.
Justin reached around and removed each nipple clamp, one right after the other, giving her no time to acclimate. Trish gasped as fire raced to her nipples. Justin only thrust faster. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled harder. She couldn’t hold off the orgasm. He’d said punishment was over. In a molten torrent, she came hard. Her pussy contracted, sucking him deeper and laying claim to him the way he claimed her. The waves of lava washing over her body went on and on. The keening cry issuing from the depths of her lungs followed the waves.
He thrust twice more and followed her over the precipice.
Trish lay trapped beneath his weight and made no effort to move him. She didn’t want any space separating her from the love she thought she’d lost. Tears gathered in her eyes, a reaction to the preciousness of their love and the terror she had carried for so long but refused to acknowledge. She hadn’t wanted to lose Justin. She hadn’t wanted to replace him. Terror and desperation had led her to contact Oasis.
She wept for what she’d nearly lost. She wept for the love she had almost betrayed.
Justin lifted his weight from her, his soft cock slipping from the channel he called home. He moved her to lie fully on the bed and folded her in his arms. “I’ve got you, honey. Let it out. Don’t keep it inside.”
She choked at his words. “I already cried.”
“You always used to cry after having a big orgasm. I hated it, but now I can appreciate what it really means.”
Trish struggled to control her sniffles as her tears tapered off. “What does it really mean?”
He pressed kisses to her eyelids and to the wet places on her cheeks. “It means you love the hell out of me and you feel both close to me and very vulnerable. It’s a precious gift, Trish. I’ll never take it for granted again.”
Vulnerable. Yes, she used to feel safe enough with Justin to not mind crying in front of him. When had she begun to hide her emotions? She clung to him until the trembling subsided, and then she fell asleep in the safety and comfort of his embrace.
Chapter Three
She woke from her nap warm and sated. The scent of sex filled the room, reminding Trish of this new side of Justin. For the first time in her life, she thought of herself as Trish, not Patricia—her mother had been relentless in insisting on her full name. From the day she had met Justin, he had shortened her name.
At first, she hadn’t liked it. However, when faced with the prospect of alienating the single sexiest man she’d ever met, she had meekly accepted the moniker without correcting him. Over time, she had grown used to it, and now it felt like a punishment when he called her Patricia.
Justin’s chest pillowed her head, and her legs were twined with his. She lay listening to his even breath and enjoying the regular rise and fall of his chest. Before long, nature called. Slowly, she raised her head.
“Where are you going?” Justin’s voice didn’t sound as sleepy as it should have.
She looked up to find his steady gaze clear and blue, no hint of clouds. “Bathroom. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” He shifted, and she disentangled her legs from his. “I miss holding you like that. How about we shower together? That’s something we haven’t done in a while.”
“Yes, Justin.”
He sat up and grinned. “I like hearing you say that.”
Trish bowed her head proudly. She liked seeing his smile. Knowing she’d done something to bring him happiness made her feel almost giddy inside. She headed to the bathroom, and he joined her before too long.
The steady hiss of the shower spray filled the large bathroom. On the counter, Trish found her favorite brush among the bath products Justin had arranged on the counter. Oasis hadn’t let her bring many of her own things, but they were here. Justin’s thoughtfulness touched deep.
He’d always been thoughtful. Even though he hadn’t been home much since the kids had been born, he always remembered the little things. When their eldest daughter, Mikayla, expressed an interest in costume jewelry, he began bringing her eclectic pieces home from each trip. When the tin of chocolate in the freezer ran low, he filled it even though he didn’t care to eat it himself.
She had been so wrapped up in the problems in their marriage that she had let herself forget the things she loved about him in the first place. She needed to focus on appreciating what he did well and less on how he fell short. Justin seemed better at not holding her faults against her. She could learn from him.
Trish pulled out her ponytail and dragged the brush through the tangles. In the mirror, she watched Justin reach out to take the brush. “Let me.”
When they had first become intimate, he used to watch her brush her hair, but he’d never asked to do it. Surprised, she relinquished possession. After a few tentative strokes, he settled into a rhythm. He followed the glide of the brush through her hair, a soft caress that soothed her and made her feel cherished. When he finished, she melted back into his emb
race.
Steam wafted from over the top of the shower’s glass doors. He dragged a hand over her ass. “The marks are gone, but it’s still radiating heat. How does it feel?”
She knew she would be sore tomorrow, but every protest of her muscles would be a reminder of what they’d shared. “It turns me on when you do that.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Good. I have plans for us in the shower.” The brush clanked against the marble countertop. With a hand on her hip, he guided her into the shower.
The inside looked a little different from what she expected. The stall shower could easily fit a few more people. Water issued from spouts on three walls. Along the back side, a low bench curved from the plastic surround. A bar hung from the ceiling, and vinyl restraints dangled from it. Justin lifted one of her arms and secured her wrist to the restraint. He repeated the action with her other arm. Warm water soothed her skin from three sides, spraying everywhere but directly into her face. Justin removed one showerhead and brought it closer to wet her hair. He washed it, massaging vanilla-scented shampoo into her scalp before rinsing it away.
While he conditioned it, he washed evidence of sex from her body, and he forced her to watch helplessly as he washed his own body. She wanted to feel the smooth glide of his muscles under her washcloth. She wanted to coax his cock to life and kneel before him so she could show him how much she loved him.
Despite the warm water, her nipples hardened to tiny, pebbled peaks. Her sex swelled, and her mouth produced extra saliva. A whine escaped as her body begged to give him anything he wanted.
Chuckling, he rinsed conditioner from her hair. When he finished with that, he released her arms. Blood flowed through her extremities, tingling a bit in her wrists and fingers.
“Bend over, darling. Put your hands on the bench and show me that pretty little ass.”
The way he framed his request startled Trish, even though he had been saying things like that all day. For fifteen years, Justin had avoided saying anything overtly sexual. He’d complimented her appearance in general terms. He’d shown an appreciation for her legs, her breasts, and her ass through touch and looks, not words.
Trish decided she liked hearing him verbalize what he liked. Perhaps some might find it rude, but she wanted her husband to objectify her body. She already knew he liked and respected her as a person. Now she wanted more.
He reached between her legs and found her slick wetness. Not long before, he’d rinsed away her cream. Evidence of her desire wouldn’t be denied. It hadn’t taken her body long to replace the necessary juices.
“What a hungry little cunt you have, Trish. Would you like me to fuck it?”
Hearing such decadent words in her sweet Justin’s low tones made Trish’s pussy throb with need. Did she want him to fuck her? Hell, yes. Would he do it if she begged? She had no idea. He definitely liked playing the dom, so he might get off by denying her pleasure. “If that’s what you want, Justin.”
“You want to give me what I want?” He plunged two fingers deep inside.
She arched her back and willed herself to not move further. “Yes, Justin. I want to give you whatever you want.”
He thrust into her pussy, pumping furiously, working her body expertly. She moaned, and he removed his fingers. She whimpered when he left the shower without telling her she could move.
Listening intently, she tried to figure out what he was doing. She shifted her weight and rolled her shoulders. Sliding and clunking sounds came from the other side of the bathroom. He returned before she could piece together evidence from the noises he made.
He pressed his cooled skin to her ass and thighs. A small sound of surprise escaped her lips, but she managed to not jump away. The temperature difference sent a shiver up her spine, but it disappeared quickly as the water heated him again.
The tip of his cock brushed the lips of her pussy. “Use one hand, Trish. Guide me inside you.”
Eagerly, she complied. With one hand, she held the weight of her upper body on the bench. With the other, she positioned him at her entrance and pushed back to take him inside.
He thrust, burying himself to the hilt, but then he stopped. The safety of close contact disappeared as he leaned back, peeling his abs and his hips away from her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart. He worked cool gel into the tight ring around her anus, and her pussy quivered around his dick.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Trish.”
Oh, he didn’t have to warn her. She knew what he planned to do. Juices dripped from her pussy. She wished he would fuck her there a little too, but he remained still.
He massaged lubricant inside. His cock withdrew. In moments, his thick crown pushed at her sphincter. She breathed out and relaxed.
Justin’s cock was much thicker than the plug he’d taken out a few hours ago. The stretching didn’t hurt or burn as she’d expected from the research in which she’d engaged via erotic novels. The sensation sent electric tingles straight to her pussy, and that empty channel was becoming a little jealous. It throbbed with wanting.
He pushed further, gently working his cock until she felt his thighs against hers. “Tell me how it feels, Trish.”
Why did he keep asking? Did he want her to strap one on and fuck him like this? She shook the snarky thought away and concentrated on what she felt. Anxiety. Yes, that explained why such an immature comment had been her first reaction.
Blood rushed through her body, bringing a sense of anticipation. A sharp slap on her ass brought her out of her head.
“When I ask a question, you will answer it, or you will be punished.” He followed up with another slap, but it didn’t distract her from the tight growl his voice had become.
Something about the way he talked to her turned her on even more. He hadn’t said he expected an answer. He had said she would answer. He left her no choice but to follow his directive. Hot cream rushed from her pulsing pussy.
“Anxious.” She amended the first term of description that had popped into her head. She wasn’t afraid or nervous. “Like something is about to happen that I’m going to really like, but I don’t know exactly what I’m going to like about it.”
It was a fair statement since Justin had never fucked her ass before. She had no idea what to expect.
“I feel full inside, but it’s very different from when you’re in my pussy. The sensations are muted a bit.”
He withdrew almost all the way. She felt the ridge of his crown press outward against her muscle. Then he steadily slid back in, burying himself deep. She moved one hand forward to counter his momentum. While his move had given her more sensation, she still waited to feel the same kinds of pleasure she felt when he fucked her pussy, the kind that would push her toward orgasm.
He dug his fingers into her hips as he pumped into her a few more times. She realized she wouldn’t have an orgasm like this, and she whimpered at the unexpected punishment.
Justin paused. “Talk to me, Trish. Tell me what you’re feeling. I know I’m not hurting you.”
No, he wasn’t hurting her. “I kinda wish you would,” she said. “It doesn’t feel like I thought it would. It feels good, like I’m yours to use however you want whether or not I enjoy it, but I honestly thought it wouldn’t be very different from when you’re in my pussy.”
In response, he withdrew completely. The tip of his cock pressed against her anus. Without warning or apparent regard for her ass’s near-virgin status, he reamed her.
Sharp bits of pleasure-pain radiated directly to her pussy, and an exclamation of pleasure squeaked from her lips. He slapped her ass, sending more heat where she needed it.
“Like that better?”
“Yes, Justin.”
He withdrew and slammed into her again. Tingles prickled up her spine and covered her scalp, blooming into a unique kind of pleasure. She doubted she could orgasm this way, but she definitely had found the joy in anal sex.
She arched her back more, opening to him fully, offering everyt
hing she had. He settled into a frantic rhythm, riding her ass hard, taking possession, and forcing her submission. Peace and calm washed over her as she gave her body for his pleasure. Perhaps she wouldn’t climax, but she would please her Justin.
“Mine,” he said. “This ass is mine, Trish. Play with your clit. I want to hear you come.”
“Yes, Justin.” She lifted a trembling hand to her pussy. She pinched and pressed, touching herself without mercy. The distraction of Justin fucking her ass, pounding into her so enthusiastically, proved to be too much. He’d ordered her to climax, so she let her hand wander lower. She pushed two fingers into her surprisingly tight channel.
Behind her, Justin gasped, and she realized she could feel his cock through the thin walls separating it from her fingers. She pumped her fingers in and out, caressing them both with a rough touch. Justin’s breathing grew ragged, and she reveled in her power.
“Come for me. Now.”
His order triggered a storm of reaction. Trish’s body bowed into a stiff shape. Her back arched, writhing under an onslaught of feeling that robbed the bottoms of her feet of all sensation. She screamed her climax, coming harder and longer than she ever had before. Behind her, Justin pumped into her. Hot jets of semen bathed her insides, and he only pounded harder. The orgasm went on and on and on.
Her elbows couldn’t hold their locked position, and she collapsed. Her consciousness didn’t fade, but her comprehension of the world wavered and shifted. She felt Justin’s strong arms holding her tight. He sat on the bench, cradling her to his chest. The staccato rhythm of his heart beat time against where her hand rested. Warm water washed over them, helping to keep the shivers at bay.
He tilted her head back and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to claim any part of her that might feel it didn’t belong to him. As her motor control returned, she tried to kiss him back, but a place deep in her soul only let her accept his mastery of her mouth.
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