Bound by Her Promise

by Jaye Peaches

  Another round of spanking ended and he caressed her, slipping his fingers between her inner thighs, he took the liquid she leaked and smeared it around her buttocks. She clenched her hands into fists, biting back the desire to moan.

  It was too much, she was too emotionally raw from the double spanking and she found his whole seduction enticing and liberating. Her ceaseless thoughts, always busy and loud in her head, quieted. He’d pressed the tip of his thumb against her anal bud and she wanted him to penetrate her, just as the doctor had done. Her resistance crumbled in a flash.

  “All right,” she mewled. “Do it.”

  He led her back to the table, but this time, before she bent over he positioned a pillow at one end. She nestled her hips on the soft fabric. Blake poured oil over the plug. The smooth metal shone brightly.

  Lysa tried to quell her trembling legs. They’d turned to jelly and her bottom throbbed, the soreness concentrated at the apex of her bent buttocks. What had possessed her to allow this to happen? She didn’t know, but, she trusted Blake, that was all that mattered.

  “Spread your cheeks for me.” He stood between her legs. She parted her buttocks with the tips of her fingers, battling the sense of shame, trying to focus on the moment and not her fears.

  She giggled as the cold lubricant landed on the base of her spine and dribbled down, between her bottom cheeks. In contrast to her flaming cheeks, the lube iced her crevice. The tip of the cold plug touched her bud and she flinched. The tapered end seemed pointed, like a weapon and she cowered, struggling to keep position.

  “Too cold,” she shrieked.

  “Don’t fret.” Blake eased the plug up and down cleft, from anus to pussy, parting her labia as he went.

  Her clit tingled, already energised by his spanking, the presence of the plug didn’t deter the electricity buzzing about her body. While he teased her sex, his other hand stroked her back with long caresses from the nape of her neck to her lower back. He petted her, speaking softly, reminding her to stay relaxed.

  The plug pressed against her tight entrance. It had lost its iciness, warmed by her own juices. She couldn’t prevent her buttocks from clenching and her calves quaking. Whatever lingering reticence she possessed, Blake judged her ready. The tip entered and began its journey into the recesses of her back hole.

  “Oh, oh,” she panted as her taut passage stretched. She felt pain. An uncomfortable sensation of muscles forced into a state of elasticity. But the discomfort slowly passed, replaced by a sense of fullness.

  “There, done.” He took her wrists and lay her arms back on the table by her head.

  Throughout the penetration, she kept her eyes shut. Bent over with legs splayed, she dared not move or disturb the plug. She heard the rustling of clothing and his bare feet pattering about the room. Her breathing increased in pace as she anticipated his next move.

  A hard fuck with his pounding cock—how would she manage to cope?

  Blake’s huge hands grasped her waist. Automatically, she raised her bottom higher, arching her back. It was how she always responded when he took her from behind. The head of his unyielding erection speared her, sliding into her wet pussy with ease. He didn’t thrust hard, nor did he hold back. Once buried deep, he lingered, rocking his hips and gyrating her.

  “Feel it?” He asked.

  She could. The metal, heavy and solid, moved in tandem with his jiggles. Having both holes stuffed proved to be an amazing sensation. A murmur of delight escaped her lips. He slid back and forth, toying with her and keeping her g-spot constantly stimulated.

  When he reached under and rubbed her clitoris, she couldn’t contain her orgasm. “I’m coming,” she gasped.

  “Come, then,” he urged, frigging her harder.

  Her tender nub pulsated, triggering waves of intense contractions across her body, but especially around her anus. It produced its own incredible spasms and she hollered, hammering a fist on the table.

  Collapsing down, her knees buckled.

  Blake took his cue and picked up his speed. No more satisfying thrusts of pleasure, he hammered her hard. She jolted against the table, grateful for the cushioning protection of the pillow. The plug didn’t budge. She remained aware of its presence—how it bulged inside, demanding space. His cock tussled alongside it, and together, they tipped her over the edge of another incredible precipice.

  The orgasm rippled on and she wailed as he shook her on and off his cock. As another ripped through her, he twisted the plug, wriggling it about, pushing her into a place of sensory overload.

  He grunted with each thrust. He kept a tight grip on a hip, digging in his fingers, preventing her from falling off the table. She heard a pop—he’d removed the plug. Without pausing, he pushed it back in. No slow entry this time, he drove it in and she gasped. A second of sharp pain, then the return of exquisite fullness.

  “Again,” she begged.

  He fucked both of her holes and the plug simply shrank away to nothing in her mind. The last orgasm coincided with his own and he shot a load of cum into her pussy while wriggling the plug in her bottom hole.

  “Good, well done,” he panted, dripping sweat over her back. He removed the plug one last time, then cleaned it.

  Lysa flopped, her hands hanging off the edge of the table, her torso slowly sliding down the table. He snatched her up and lay her on the bed.

  A multitude of pecking kisses covered her breasts and belly, as he showed his appreciation. “So, so, amazing,” he said between snatches.

  She stroked his fuzzy head, petting him in the same way he had earlier. He seemed younger, as she fondled his smooth skin and rippling muscles, as if less burdened by responsibilities. She didn’t know his age but that didn’t matter; his body told her he was fit and healthy, and that was all she cared about.

  He calmed, lifted himself above her and stared down, beaming a broad smile. “Thank you.”

  “That is only the beginning though, isn’t it?”

  His features hardened fractionally.

  “It’s all right,” she added. “I’m expecting it. It won’t always be easy, but I accept it.”

  “Good. Starting tomorrow, you wear that plug every day for twenty minutes. You insert it yourself with plenty of lube. I don’t want injuries. You’ll learn to accommodate it easily and then we can progress to the next size up.”

  The anger, the resistance, didn’t return. The battle had been fought and he’d won her over to his side. He could have her anally—she’d enjoyed the experience. However, she couldn’t quite admit it to him, not yet.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked.

  He smiled. “When I leave for work in the morning, I’m hard. Sleeping next to you… you’re a temptress. From now on, I want to wake you up so you can take me in your mouth, make sure I leave this pod with a smile on my face.”

  “If that is what you’d like, sure,” she said. The early starts would be hard, but at least she could go back to sleep.

  He cupped a hand about her breast. “Your bottom must be sore after those spankings. I’ll rub balm into it. Then, because touching you always makes me stiff, we’ll spend the rest of the day making love. What say you, wife?”

  “Making love,” she repeated, her juices flowing freely again. “Yes. Let’s do that.”

  Chapter Eight

  Two days had passed since Sym’s caning and Lysa was pleased to see her upright and recovering from her ordeal. The first day, according to Jen, she’d spent crying in bed while Craig brought painkillers and the rare treat of hot chocolate.

  “Why didn’t he stop it?” Lysa demanded to know. “What’s a husband for if it’s not to look after his wife?”

  “She was caught red-handed,” Jen had explained. “Anyway, Craig is all show and no bottle. That scar he’s got, you’d think he got it in a fight or something. Nope, tripped up and fell through a pane of glass. He would never stand up to Harkess or that evil constable. Once the punishment was over, he whisked her
away and took care of her himself. At least Dr Lamont didn’t get to paw her.”

  The three of them met up in the atrium under the huge apex of the habitat dome. The giant Jupiter hung in the sky above them, a swirling mass of redness. Lysa suspected Sym’s poor bottom looked very similar, in contrast, her pale face had lost all of its glow. After a brief spell of shopping, when Lysa purchased food supplies, she made her excuses.

  “I have things to do,” she said, clutching the bag of goods to her chest.

  “Things?” Jen rolled her eyes. “What could you possibly find to do? You do seem to like gardening.” She scowled.

  “It passes the time.” Lysa backed away. She couldn’t tell them the truth, how each morning Blake had logged on to the system and with everything set up, a wealth of new engineering knowledge beckoned to her.

  She came close to skipping down the corridor. Once she’d homed the shopping, she settled in a chair, armed with the detachable monitor screen, she called up various schematics for the mine and the vast underground network of tunnels. A massive labyrinth that stretched for miles under the surface. She tapped on one coded line, zoomed in and read the specs, purring to herself with satisfaction. Life was swinging along beautifully once more.

  Two hours raced by and a dry mouth ended her session. She logged off and returned the tablet to its wall mounting. Sipping on a glass of minty water, she pondered over the rivalry between the wives. It seemed shameful, casting the women in a bad light and stifling any chance of equality. Who would listen to a bunch of women who couldn’t even work together? Glancing at the time, she had a few hours to spend before Blake returned home. Changing into her work pants, she went to the Green Dome.

  She found one other occupant—Ursula—tending to the tomato plants. Ursula smiled as Lysa approached. She wasn’t typical of the other lifers. Quiet, unassuming and she kept her own company.

  “Hello,” said Lysa. “Nobody to keep you company?”

  “I prefer it this way,” said Ursula plucking a tomato and putting it in a basket.

  “Let me help you.” Lysa added another tomato. “How long have you been here?”

  “Nearly three years. Finn finishes in two months, then we can go home.”

  “That’s exciting for you. You must have seen many wives come and go.”

  Ursula chuckled. “Yes, many.”

  “Is there always friction between us, you know Corporate wives, and the others?”

  She guffawed “I wouldn’t say deep friendships form, but recently things have gotten worse.” She turned away.

  “Millicent?” ventured Lysa.

  “Possibly,” murmured Ursula. She picked up the basket. “That’s enough for now. I’ll leave these in the cold store to be collected.”

  Lysa touched her sleeve. “Did Millicent set up Sym?”

  Ursula froze, her shoulders hunching. “I… can’t say. I wasn’t there when it happened.” Without looking back, she hurried off, leaving Lysa holding a vine in her hand and the belief Ursula had lied to her.

  Something had to be done—but what, and should she be the instigator of change?

  It was time to return home. Blake would finish his shift and she still had one important task to complete—her other daily ritual—the inserting of the butt plug. She frowned, twisting the vine in her fingers until it broke. She hoped she’d become accustomed to the requirement, it was much harder to perform than the morning wake-up blow-job.

  * * *

  Blake watched Lysa bustle about the pod as she tidied up stray clothing and put away his weights. As she bent over, he glimpsed her bare bottom. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. He’d finished his work out and had a shower and he’d opted not to put back on a shirt, it always helped to ready her. The start of a three day break for him. What else was there to do but treat himself to her gorgeous body?

  “You’ve had a week of the big plug. No problems?”

  “Fine,” she replied, shutting the closet door.

  He sat on the bed with his hands tucked behind his head trying hard to ignore the ache in his cock. “You’ve done really well over these last few weeks. Preparing your arse for me.”

  She blushed. “It wasn’t as horrendous as I thought.”

  True, he agreed, but neither had it been easy for her. Every few days he’d personally checked her progress. She’d lain over his lap as he rested on the bed and he had inserted the well-oiled plug himself, testing her tightness with his fingers first. Using it to increase her arousal, he’d plied his fingers about and within her pussy, driving her to a noisy climax. Satisfied by her progress, he’d turned her over and took her from behind, the plug in place. He’d done that with the other plug, but not with the largest.

  He fancied, after three weeks of training, she was more than ready for his own cock now. How to ensure she’d be in the right frame of mind? Lysa appeared nervous, or perhaps highly-strung. He wished he knew more about her liaisons with the other women. Was she behaving or making mischief behind his back? The question gave him the solution to his both his issues. He’d interrogate her and immediately, his cock hardened into a rigid pole.

  “How you getting on with the other wives?”

  Lysa hesitated. “Fine.”

  “I’m not entirely sure what all these fines mean.” He lowered his arms. “Come over here.”

  Another discernible hesitation before she moved. She stood by the side of the bed and he reached over and snatched her hand. “What’s up?”

  She shrugged. “Nothing.”

  He lifted up her skirt and cupped his hand about her sex. She rocked on her heels as he slid his fingers up and down her slit. Some wetness, but insufficient for his needs. “Come on, lie across me.” He patted his thigh.

  She crawled on to the bed and as she slid across him, he drew her dress over her waist, exposing her nakedness. He ran a finger down her spine and down into her crevice. There was tension between her buttocks, she clenched.

  “How are your studies going?” he asked, circling her anus.

  “Fine… I mean, good. I’m busy with safety protocols at the moment.” She raised herself up onto her elbows for the first time seemed animated. “Did you know—?”

  “The other women don’t know, do they?”

  Her eyebrows knitted. “Of course not. I’m not stupid,” she snapped.

  “Don’t get haughty with me.” He pinched a buttock cheek. Lysa flinched and dropped her head down.

  She snorted. “They’re nosey. That’s all. Like all women with much time on their hands and little to do. Now, if they’d been able to study or work like me—”

  He smacked a cheek. “That is exactly the kind of conversational topic you should avoid.”

  “I do,” she contested, rubbing her bottom. He knocked her hand away.

  “Perhaps you need a reminder.” He aimed for the other cheek and she jolted. “Let’s get this dress off and do this properly, shall we?”

  She knelt and drew the dress over her head. A couple of months ago, she’d baulked and made a fuss about him spanking her for no particular reason. Now, she lay across his lap and settled into position. He’d discovered spanking her a couple of times a week before sex kept her in a suitable frame of mind, at least, she didn’t argue with him as much.

  He continued with his spanking, bouncing his hand off each buttock in quick succession. A pink glow kindled in her skin. She made little noises with each smack. He didn’t strike hard or with the full force of his muscular arm. She’d been hollering if he did.

  After a dozen smacks he stopped and returned to toying with her holes using both hands, fingers working in and out, spreading her juices. Lysa murmured, spreading her legs wider. She called it a workout—stretching and probing her before sliding his thick cock into her. She admitted she appreciated the preparation.

  “Are they nasty towards you?” he asked. Blake wouldn’t tolerate bullying that made Lysa unhappy or afraid. His desire to foster his love for her kept her happ
iness at the forefront of his mind. His own, too. They’d made promises to each other.

  She tensed. When laid out naked over his knee, there was little Lysa could do to hide her inner thoughts—her body betrayed her every time, he detected the slightest alteration in the tone of her body. “No… everyone has… good friends.”

  Blake didn’t like the way she stumbled over her words. He resumed his spanking, building the heat in her globes, making sure he spread the discomfort and avoided tenderising one area.

  She grunted, struggling to handle the intensity. After a few minutes, she released a cry of frustration and he stopped. His fingers slid into her hole and he targeted her g-spot.

  “Oh, God,” she uttered.

  “Answer my question again.”

  She edged forward onto her elbows, trying to extract him from inside her. “I… suppose,” she panted, “they don’t all get on with me. The lifers… They hate us Corporation wives. Think we’re whores and the Corps think the others all hoity-toity types.”

  He shook his finger inside her, edging her closer. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

  She tried to stick her bottom up, but he slapped it down. She needed to be patient, just as he struggled to hold back, she must, too. “It’s all so petty,” she gasped. “Will you just let me come?”

  “I’ve not finished this important husband and wife conversation,” he chided. He ran a hand down her thigh and the muscles beneath felt rigid and firm. “You’re still too tense, which means you’re lying.” He prepared himself, determined to find the reason for her tension. If needs must, he would spank harder.

  “I’m not,” she snapped.

  She cursed, as he hooked her back in place, ensuring she could not escape, and he rained down a string of smart spanks, which made his palm sting. Her bottom transformed into red glow, just like the colour of the tomatoes she brought home, and the warmth generated rose up out of her skin. Below, under her hips, his cock throbbed, responding to her wails and groans. The mixture of sounds betrayed her arousal and he witnessed the transformation from resistance to shameless compliance.