by Belvin, Love
She was right. I hadn’t forgotten about her mishap earlier and was still deciding if I’d punish her tonight upon our return home or wait until tomorrow.
I didn’t reply, just sat back in my chair and observed her body language, enjoying her dutiful regard.
Just as we were finishing up, her friend, Nyree, entered the restaurant with her fiancé. He appeared more interested in finding his boys than deciding on a seat for his lady. She, on the other hand, stopped short when her eyes landed on me, pure gleam shooting from her irises. She ambled over to our table, announcing her arrival.
“Oh, look,” she chirped. “I guess the newlyweds couldn’t even be apart for three short days.” Her eyes were stapled to me when she spoke.
“Hey, Ny,” Alexis greeted with less enthusiasm. “I guess not. How are you today?”
“I’m good now that I see my girlfriend’s fly-by-night husband traveled to a new country to be with her.”
Puerto Rico isn’t another country, but that was neither here nor there. Nyree was goading me. She wanted me to speak for some reason, to acknowledge her.
Alexis’ concerned eyes darted over to me as I observed her friend, noting her manipulation.
“Fly-by-night,” Alexis snorted. “That’s a bit judgmental, don’t you think, Ny?”
That’s when Nyree’s hazel eyes met Alexis. “I’m just busting the preacher’s chops, trying to get him to speak.” She giggled.
Alexis regarded me again, and I knew was imploring me to speak.
“Good to see you and Taylor gearing up for the big day, Nyree,” I honestly admitted, “I only wish I were around when the arrangements were made and arrived when your party did.”
But not for the noble reasons one may think. I didn’t like Alexis being away from me for so long, especially in a festive environment like this. I wouldn’t reply to her dig about the hasty marriage. Her impending one was as flimsy as they came. I knew Taylor’s cousin and of the circle his father associated with. Taylor wasn’t groomed for fidelity, but that wasn’t my problem.
Alexis’ eyes raked proudly back over to Nyree, who shrugged.
“No biggie. Just good to see she chose a man who is that into her that he would join us on the last day.” Her eyes flicked over to Alexis. “There may be hope for you two after all.”
“I think Taylor is ready to eat. You should go tend to your fiancé, Ny,” Alexis gave her friend a warning glare.
Giggling, Nyree strolled off and over to find her fiancé. I saw the shock in Tasche’s eyes as she attempted to regard her plate. She, too, felt the tension in that exchange.
“Sorry about that,” Alexis whispered to me, clearly regretful.
I grabbed her hand from my thigh and pulled it to my lips. “Nothing to be sorry about, beloved.” I kissed her knuckles gently. “You haven’t had your coffee yet. I’ll go get you a cup.”
She nodded as I stood to leave the table. There was a long line for the caffeinated drug, strangely. I waited patiently like those ahead of me. While gazing blindly around me, I felt eyes burning the side of my head. When I turned, intuitively, in an arbitrary area, I immediately found Nyree’s suggestive gaze. Her head was toward the fruit table, but pupils directly on me as she licked her top lip seductively, simultaneously winking her eye.
Not the outdated lick and wink. You’ll have to be more creative than that, my pet.
Over the years, I’d had countless women attempting to crack the vault of my weakness for feminine prowess. And I’d been tempted, particularly since pledging celibacy seven years ago. What kept me was the reward promised to me. My eyes swung over to that promise. Alexis was bent over the table, engaged in a private conversation. Seeing her more relaxed, contented me. I didn’t need paltry subjects like Nyree agitating my wife, deflecting her own deficiencies. I had no idea why Nyree was so abrasive with Alexis, but was happy that I’d decided to sneak up on her and to be the one taking her away from the negativity.
When it was my turn in line, I sighed at the opportunity. Who has their celebration on a crowded beach like this? It annoyed me to have to wait instead of being waited on. To have to take my turn instead of having things brought to me.
I pushed the lever on the coffee urn and watched the tedium of the cup being filled. Before heading back to the table I stopped to pick up cream and sugar, mentally snickering at how my wife doesn’t drink coffee, but coffee flavored milk instead. When I glanced up, beginning my return to the table, I saw a gentlemen speaking to Alexis. It would’ve been of no concern had he not had that coquettish gleam in his eyes while regarding my wife. Alexis appeared anxious.
Perhaps because she couldn’t entertain him now that her husband was present?
My steps came to an abrupt halt. Violent heat surged my entire frame, my extremities tightened with venomous anger. The clattering of the coffee mug on its saucer caught my attention. Deciding to attempt control, I moved again, headed to the table. To my wife.
“Yeah, Lex, I discovered who had the room key you “lost” last night.” Nyree applied air quotations when she suddenly appeared at the table at the same time I did.
Alexis’ mouth went slack as she eyed the young man and Nyree from her seat.
“Your key,” Nyree repeated. “The one you lost while we were doing shots last night at the party. You said you lost it while dancing with ‘Maine.” She patted the man familiarly on the shoulder.
I dropped the coffee and saucer on the table, causing a clanking from the porcelain material. Alexis’ fretful glare shot to the coffee then to me. Then her lids collapsed in defeat. I waited patiently before deciding to ram my fist in the kid’s mouth.
“Oh, ‘Maine, this is Ezra, Lex’s husband,” Nyree provided with a smirk. “He’s a preacher,” she whispered, then giggled.
His eyes fell closed, too. “Shit, man,” he started pleading, “this sounds more fucked up than it really is—”
“When did I tell you I lost my key?” Alexis asked, clearly seething.
I didn’t know where she was going with this, but I wouldn’t allow much else to delay my reaction to this debauchery. First the kid would hit the floor, then Alexis would be dragged off this property, kicking and screaming. I didn’t care.
“You know,” Nyree answered. “Before you left. You told me you lost your room key.”
“No, I didn’t, Ny. You’re fucking lying!”
Nyree laughed. “Yes, you did, hun. You just don’t remember because you were pissy drunk. I’m the one who got Tasche for you, remember?”
Immediately, Alexis surged to her feet. “You lying ass bitch!” she howled, heat steaming from her ears.
Tasche and other people nearby shrieked their shock, anticipating the next move. Before Alexis could lodge her fist, I grabbed her by the arms, pinning them at her sides, lifted her from the ground and headed out of the restaurant.
“Let me the fuck down!” She kicked and screamed all the way to the building our rooms were in. “Now!”
I ignored her demands, suppressing the swelling anger growing in my belly. I could not believe she defied me and drank to the point of losing her key. How irresponsible and risky! Rage shot through me as I trekked down the hall to the door of my suite. All I could think of was how soft a hand I’d taken with her. I should’ve demanded that she stay home and sit this one out. But no, I attempted leniency in an effort to ease her into this arrangement. I had been gentle.
Too gentle! I’d forgone the brutal impulses and gave her vanilla sex last night!
It ended here.
Alexis was out of breath when I let her down in the living room. “Why did you do that? That bitch lied to my face, trying to embarrass me in front of my husband,” she screamed. “I’m about to beat her ass!”
“No, beloved,” I growled, moving quickly and lithely like an animal plotting his next meal.
“No?” Her eyes wild, clearly expressing bemusement.
I shook my head, finding myself panting, hanging on by a loose thre
ad of control.
“We have a bigger issue here,” I informed with flared nostrils.
“What?”
“Your disobedience with the drinking rule.”
“Oh, come on! Do you expect for me not to drink an ounce when you’re not around? I’m not a kid, Ezra.” She headed for the door.
“If you try to leave, your punishment will start at fifty lashes and no orgasms for a month!” I shouted, no longer able to control my fury. I felt my arousal stiffening in my pants at the image of purple and blue bruising on her mounds.
“Punished?” she asked, aghast. “And what if I say no, I don’t wanna play that game now because I wanna go and whoop some ass—”
“You just added another five lashes, Alexis!” I spoke over her.
Her shoulders dropped, as she sighed in defeat. “You’re serious,” she stated instead of asking.
My muscles were tensing to the point of pain, the longer my hands weren’t on her, in her.
“You’re learning,” I confirmed, still not in control of my breathing. “Lie down over the chair, Alexis.”
And I saw it. I caught the flip in her pupils when her senses kicked in and she involuntarily switched gears. She paid a moment to considering her options, handling this opportunity with delicate care. As she should! I didn’t know how violent this could turn. She was still in training, and as the Dom, I could not back down. She’d been given a directive and had to decide how she would receive the consequences of her actions.
Within seconds her shoulders dropped, chest caved and slowly Alexis turned for the sofa chair. I watched how she waited for instructions and couldn’t deny the rush of relief coursing through me. I wasn’t prepared to have the media brought into my marriage, desecrating the image of my church.
“Take off your clothes and bend over,” my hoarse chords produced.
Slowly and with lips pressed into a thin line, Alexis disrobed then moved over to the sofa and widened the space between her legs, placing her extended arms over the seat of the chair. Once convinced of her compliance, I went into the closet, pulling out the belts of the two robes hanging there. Then I grabbed the twenty-seven-inch jute rope I managed on the plane. I didn’t think I’d actually use it on this trip, especially after last night.
When I returned to the living room, I found Alexis still in position, but now squirming, back heaving in a perfect balance of fear and anticipation. She knew what would be coming and was growing more aroused by the torturous second. I made quick work of tying the thick strands. I’d been wanting to try this homemade style rope with this type of material on her for weeks now. It had a rougher texture and the stings would be more pleasurable for her. The plum colored material felt silky and when I was done with it, felt strong.
My heart pounded with predatory excitement as I used the thick cotton belts to tie to each of her wrists. I then extended them to the back of the chair and to her ankles until her left arm was connected to her left foot and the same with her right side. I felt the blood rushing in my head as I made each knot in the rope. Once done, I stood back to observe her round hind cheeks in the air, her glistening pussy wet just for me, anticipating my chastisement.
“Pick a number from fifteen to twenty-five, beloved.” I couldn’t help the groan in my directive.
I heard the breath that forced its way through her nostrils as she realized the extent of her punishment. Seconds later she grounded out, “Twenty-four,” through clenched teeth.
I chuckled sinisterly. My kitten was so bold.
I slapped her right cheek then groaned, “Forever my little rebel.” My hand stayed in place, waggling the dense meat I couldn’t wait to meet with my balls.
She squealed her tortured excitement.
“Very well, my kitten. Now, pick a number between two and five.”
Through impatient breaths, she uttered, “Five.”
“And what’s your safeword?”
“Trinity.”
At that, I dropped to my knees behind her, thrashing my tongue in her wet folds wildly. I ate her like the starved man I was. Before last night, I hadn’t tasted my wife in days, hadn’t felt the enticing squirms from her excitement. I licked and sucked until I felt the familiar bucking of her hips into my face, working her to the pinnacle. Then I withdrew.
Alexis let out a high-pitched whimper. “Please, si-sir—”
“If you don’t keep quiet, I’ll gag you!” I shouted my lie.
I wouldn’t dare deny myself of the sounds of her sensual torture. I lived for it, was addicted to it. After a few seconds, I went back in, lapping with the same urgent speed, driving her to the brink again. And again, I pulled back when her pelvis began trembling against my head. I felt the chair vibrate when she slammed her head frustratedly into the seat of the sofa.
The menacing predator in me savored her irritated state. She asked for five missed orgasms and I doled out each of them, relishing in her coiling near the edge before her impending pleasure retreated. After the fifth time her breathing was wild, to the volume of a fit.
“Quiet!” I ordered as I gripped the flogger in my palm, appreciating the feel of armor it gave me while I peered hungrily down at her sienna cheeks, begging for coloring.
I flung the implement and watched with rapt eagerness as the tendrils smacked against her plump tissue. Alexis’ frame jolted and tensed.
“Count ‘em!” I barked.
“One,” she shrieked, fighting against the initial cutting sting.
I landed another swat and heard the wisps in the impact. My hardness now pushed painfully against the fabric of my linens.
“Uhhhhh,” she trilled, squeezing her cheeks together. “Two—”
Whack!
Another swing before she could completely ride the wave of the previous one. That fleshly sound set me off, igniting the inner beast. I began with a series of thwacks, never striking the same area, but covering her full globes, hips, and upper-rear thighs. Alexis began to squirm around the eleventh one. That’s when her fight or flight response kicked in. She’s a former street fighter. As a kid, she physically battled males and females threatening her wellbeing. Combat was a keen reaction for Alexis, the reflexive one. She could very well struggle—fight—up until her energy was fully depleted. It was a key detail I had to be aware of as I inflicted this reprimand.
Her shoulder jerked as she pulled, violently, against the restraints, temporarily deciding to fight. However, until she uttered her safeword, I was clear to push her to her limits. Between lashes, I paid a moment to her pussy. It was trickling with a substance that tastes like manna to every receptor of my tongue. My patience was fraying. At that reminder, my pelts sped up; I couldn’t linger with her in this head space. I needed to move her on to the next mental state: when the pain and pleasure intersected. And then to where, just beyond that, pain transmuted into pure mind-numbing desire. It wasn’t until the 17th swat landed that I no longer heard the grunting whimpers sprouting from her gut and her body didn’t tremor with rage. That’s when she floated in a headspace where fear or pain couldn’t co-exist.
By the 24th her words slurred.
“Twent-fur,” she breathed, intoxicated by endorphins.
My balls pulsated in anticipation. I swung the last flog and didn’t wait for what I understood wouldn’t come. Alexis was too far gone, couldn’t call the last strike. In less than seconds, my linens were untied and pants and boxers to my ankles and knees, respectively, as I rammed into her, coursing her sex in one vicious thrust.
“Christ!” I cried out at the feel of snug, wet heat casing me. My testicles meeting her aching flesh.
I took a moment to gain my balance, seized by her sensual potion. My guilty pleasure. My one vice. Once collected, I reared back and began my onslaught of hyper-charged drives into her heat. I couldn’t be gentle in my thrusts like last night. After the throbbing impressions the flogger left, my plunges had to be brutal to maintain her climb.
My knees buckled at the first of h
er clenchings. I hadn’t made it to my fifth impale before her orgasm tipped. I gathered as much of her wild mane as I could, needing to hear every cry that poured from her lush lips.
“Per-permiiiish!” she sputtered urgently.
“Granted!” I grunted over high-powered thrusts into her quivering core.
My kitten cried out in a pitch that only came after a good spanking. Heat spread through my frame at the affirmation of my deeds. She crested, was in full ecstasy. I was satiated, even before my own ascension. Alexis had never failed to impress me with her submission. Week after week, I observed her evolution that transcended my sick need to possess her sexually. The way she transformed her mind, yielding to new concepts and possibilities. The way she applied patience to the opportunity of new resolutions amazed me. There was no way I could let her go. Couldn’t be more satisfied with this gift that I’d been bestowed. Almost every day I was reminded of the power of covenant.
My balls drew up painfully, prepared to release the blast of passion I held for my beloved. A guttural howl flew from my lungs as my hot liquid shot from me, landing in my Eden. My body jerked violently over her soft frame as I savagely unloaded into her. Whimpers from her lingering orgasm propelled my coital state.
When I was able to feel my limbs again, I pushed off of Alexis and immediately freed her ankles and wrists. I scooped her into my arms and ushered her into the bathroom where I set her on the toilet to relieve herself while I started the bath. When I left to discard the rest of my clothes, I did a time check. We had a plane to catch this afternoon and I didn’t want any delays in having her in my bed where she belonged tonight.
Once the bath gained enough volume, I stepped in with a feeble Alexis in my arms and sank down, arranging her loose frame on her side at the opposite side of the gargantuan tub. I then situated myself at the opposite end where I began to rub circulation into her ankles before moving to her wrists. I decided on pleasant silence through this process of caring for her, understanding she was still coming down and processing the events that led us up to this. I began washing her body, carefully wiping over her bottom.