“That wasn’t approved behavior,” I told him.
“Sure seemed like you approved of by the way you groped me,” he retorted.
I slapped him. His hand shot up to rub the angry red mark on his cheek but nothing in his expression conveyed dislike. If anything, he looked more intrigued and even more turned on than before. I reached out and brushed his hand away to stroke his cheek. I wrapped my slim fingers around the back of his neck and stared him down.
“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” I warned.
“Understood,” he replied.
“Now, Ryan, we’ll start easy today. But you still need to choose a safe word.”
“Ah, right, a safe word. How about ‘yes’?” he grinned mischievously.
“Ryan!”
“What?”
“This isn’t a joke!”
“Okay, okay. You’re right. Oh man, a safe word? That’s not exactly something I’ve ever given much thought to.”
“Well, now’s the time,” I said, kissing the corner of his lips. He smiled and leaned in for another kiss, but I pulled back and shook my index finger back and forth. “Not now,” I told him.
"How about 'pencil'?"
"'Pencil'? That works but how did you even think of it?"
“There’s one on the windowsill for some weird reason,” he laughed.
I laughed with him and gave him another kiss on the other corner of his lips. He smiled and the two of us shared a moment of just looking into each other’s eyes. It was like we were both so happy we could share something like this together and it was so easy. We both knew if one hadn’t been into it, it would have also been okay. I switched gears and leaned back against the window, frowning unhappily.
“What’s wrong?”
I reached down between my legs and started rubbing under my dress, holding back a laugh when Ryan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. I leaned my head back against the windowpane and exhaled loudly as I rubbed myself a bit faster. I could feel the warm moisture between my legs and the heat spreading through my body. I opened my eyes and looked Ryan straight in his.
“I’m just so bothered,” I told him, voice dripping with lust, “And you are just standing there instead of doing something about it. I wouldn’t consider that good behavior.”
I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to kneel in front of me. I gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, shoving his face between my thighs. I draped a leg over his shoulder and thrust my hips forward. He didn’t fight it. He mashed his face against me and I felt his hot breath even through the fabric of my panties. He opened his mouth and sucked. He ran his tongue up and down over the fabric and pushed against me. He found my most sensitive nub and pressed the tip of his tongue insistently against it, not letting my underwear get in the way of pleasuring me. I moaned and reached back, but there was nothing to hold onto. I could feel the orgasm building in my body, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having brought me to such great heights of pleasure so soon.
I pulled my hips away and gripped his hair, pulling his head up so he looked at me. He breathed heavily and I could see his face around his mouth was damp– my warm moisture had soaked through the fabric. My breasts heaved with every breath I took but I hardened the look in my eyes nonetheless.
“Stand up,” I ordered. I was pleased to see him comply at once. “Take off your clothes,” came the next order.
He was quick to do as he was told. Not two minutes later he stood in front of me, fully nude and ready to do whatever I wanted next. But I noticed him rub his shaft after taking off his boxers. It was fast, but I caught it. I bit back a smirk.
“Do you really think you can pull a fast one on me?”
“What?”
“Don’t worsen your punishment by playing dumb. Crawl to the bedroom. Now.”
I watched him drop down to all fours and make his way to the bedroom. I followed him inside and silently went into the closet to pull out one of his ties. Careful to select a thinner one, I told him to stand up again. I knelt down in front of him and carefully bound his balls. He inhaled sharply through gritted teeth, but didn’t oppose what I was doing.
"Now it's time for a spanking," I told him, "But it won't be traditional. You'll be punished in the area that is deserving of it, as is fit."
“What’s the-”
I slapped him and yelled, “Quiet!”
I placed two fingers on the center of his chest and slowly dragged them down, stopping just before touching his stiffness. He gulped and looked down. I smirked and opened my hand before delivering a smack to his shaft.
“Fuck!” he cried out before gritting his teeth and groaning.
I glared at him and shook my head before delivering the second smack on the other side. He groaned again and looked up at the ceiling, though this time he managed to keep his expletive cry in check. I delivered one last smack and then ordered him to lie down on the floor on his stomach. I could tell it was impossible for him to get into a comfortable position with his balls bound and his erection pressing uncomfortably into the carpet.
I made quick work of undressing fully before lying on the floor on my back. I positioned myself so that he was between my legs with his face a mere inch away from my warm, naturally lubricated center.
“Look up at me,” I told him.
As soon as he did, I began to rub myself. I spread the liquid over the outside of my center before slipping a couple fingers inside and moaning in bliss. I continued to masturbate, making him watch. I knew that with his face so close to mine he could breathe in my scent. I also was well aware that it was torture for him not to lean in and take me with his mouth. He loved doing it and teasing him this way was getting to him.
“Oh, come on, fuck,” he complained.
I didn’t stop until my brought myself to orgasm. Once I had, however, I sat up and snapped my fingers for him to crawl over me. The head of his erection rubbed against me and he instinctively pushed his hips forward. I reached down between our bodies and gripped his shaft, increasing the pressure little by little until he winced.
“I told you not to pull anything,” I warned.
I relieved the pressure and then started to pleasure myself again. It took all his might not to press against me again, but this time he couldn’t contain his huffs of need. I grazed him from time to time as I worked myself to a second orgasm. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed until he winced again before pushing him onto his back.
“I told you I’d go easy this time,” I told him, “But don’t get used to it.”
“Oh fuck,” he groaned when I finally straddled him and he entered me.
It took less than three minutes of me riding his erection for him to come. He grunted and moaned loudly. I kept riding him until the third orgasm hit and then I rolled over to lie beside him on the floor. I placed my hand over his shrinking member and shook it.
“Next time,” I told him, “It definitely won’t be this easy.”
“This wasn’t exactly easy,” he told me.
I sat up to look at him and smirked, “Oh, trust me, you’ll soon agree with me.”
I gave him a peck on the lips and headed off to the shower, only to be joined by him a couple minutes later. He pulled me into his arms and held me. We stood under the warm water in each other’s arms for a long time. He kissed the top of my head and then looked into my eyes.
“Even if you hadn’t stepped up the way you did, I would have made sure she didn’t become a problem,” he assured me.
“I know,” I told him.
He placed a sweet kiss on my lips and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He kissed me sweetly and deeply. I was more sure than ever that Gina would never be a problem between us again. Then I smiled against his lips thinking of all the newly exciting times that laid ahead of us.
The End
Chapter One
Tasha stuck the top
of her foot out from the water and wiggled her toes around. It had been enough time so she stepped out from the bath and reached for a towel. The scents she used were still strong and pleasing inside the bathroom. She ran the fluffy, light pink towel over her arms first and then the rest of her body before reaching out for a larger towel to wrap around herself, her wet hair still sending small streams of water down her back. But she knew he liked seeing her with wet hair so she would leave for now, even if she hated the feeling. After all, it was part of the gift.
After patting her curvy body dry and wringing her hair just once, she looked in the mirror at the fluffy pink towel covering her and debated if she should instead wear her black satin wrap. She tilted her head and grimaced. Michael would like the wet hair look paired with the illusion of innocence lent by a fluffy, light pink towel so she decided to keep that instead.
Over the years she had become completely domesticated. She was happy that way and so was he. But now that they were rounding out five years of marriage, years that she could only describe as blissful. That didn’t mean it was without disagreements and arguments, it just meant it was quite fantastic in the great scheme of things. But there was something missing from it, something she had only recently discovered her husband was all too eager to incorporate into their sex lives.
Their sex had never lacked any sort of passion or excitement but as the years progressed, Tasha came to realize he wanted more ‘kink’ than she would have anticipated. Even with that, she was still rather surprised to find out he wanted her to “go back to her old ways”, as he had put it.
Michael knew about her adventurous past and the fact that she had even considered working at a BDSM dungeon but decided against it, thinking that was something she wanted to save for a partner. What she never understood was why he kept it under wraps for so many years that he wanted to bring BDSM play into their bedroom. So now that it was their anniversary and after extensive conversations on the topic, it was time and Tasha really believed they were both ready to do this together.
She padded over to her dressing table and once she was seated in front of the oval mirror sitting atop it, she carefully looked at her reflection. It had been quite a long chunk of her life that she had spent with Michael. They knew each other a year before getting together, being in a committed relationship for four years, and now they were married for five. She heard the bedroom door open and saw his reflection in the mirror.
He was eyeing her in the way that made her feel desired and excited. It was a special sort of feeling. Michael walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, running them up slowly until his fingers were playing between her wet strands of hair. She made a light humming sound as she leaned her head back into his hands and enjoyed the light scalp massage. He was prepping her and she was taking it in and enjoying every single minute of it.
“You look so sexy,” he whispered, his breath landing hot against her ear. A small quiver traced up her back. She might have looked sexy to him but his behavior was provocative and he knew it. Sure, actual BDSM play between the two of them was a new thing, but it wasn’t as if he had never brought it into the bedroom in some vague way in the past.
It was more that he was never shy about being sexually aggressive and he knew exactly how to tease her. Michael was an expert at getting a rise out of his wife and she relished that the most when it came to their sex life. She’d never had a partner with quite the set of skills to match Michael’s when it came to passion.
Her breath stilled as he kissed the lob of her ear and then her cheek. It was sweet. It was soft. It was the perfect contrast for what was soon to come. He caressed her other cheek with his hand and looked into her eyes through their reflections in the mirror. He nodded and Tasha knew exactly what he meant. It was time to get ready. He straightened up and walked right back out the bedroom door, closing it behind him.
Tasha turned her attention back to her reflection. By this point, her cheeks were flushed and her breaths were coming in slow and heavy. That small interaction with Michael was all it had taken to get her started. She was already squeezing her legs tightly, feeling the surge of energy run through her when she did.
She gripped the edge of the dresser as her body trembled slightly from the surge of feelings, both emotional and physical. Then she cleared her throat and looked back to the mirror. It was time to get ready. The signal had already been given. He had already seen her sopping wet mess of hair trailing over her back, the fluffy light pink towel catching the droplets that escaped down her back.
She reached up to dry her hair and pin it up, expertly letting some strands of hair frame her face and trail down her neck. Michael loved when she styled her hair that way and tonight would be no exception. After applying her make up, she dabbed a bit of her favorite perfume on her wrists and closed her eyes, fully enjoying the soft fragrance. It wasn’t very strong. It was subtle and elegant in its own right and that was the very thing she liked about the fragrance.
She stood up and unwrapped the towel from her body, gazing briefly over her naked curves. She smiled. She was satisfied with how she looked and always felt excited about seeing that look in Michael’s eyes every time she undressed and his gaze fell over her breasts, the curve between her waist and hip, and her long, shapely legs. Every time, his eyes lit up as if he were looking at her naked for the first time.
Tasha walked to her wardrobe and pulled open the doors to reveal the dress she had bought about a month ago in a little boutique shop she stumbled across. She had been out for the day in an effort to keep busy while she waited on some news from work. She hadn’t thought she would find anything to purchase that day. In fact, she wasn’t even really looking through windows, but that dress was on display and had caught her eye.
As soon as she laid eyes on it, she knew it would be perfect for tonight, so she went in to purchase it. She kept it well hidden until now. She slipped it on. The fabric felt cool and comfortable against her warm skin. It fit her well and felt good. She already felt sexy in it, even before seeing Michael’s expression. Standing in front of the full-length mirror set up in the bedroom, she turned and looked over every inch of her reflection.
The dress was a perfect fit, almost like it had been designed for her to wear on this occasion. It showed off every curve of her body. She loved the way it accentuated her shape, the very shape that drove Michael absolutely wild for her. It was a simple black dress with a low cut neckline and a tight bodice. It was the kind of dress that was seamlessly sexy and classy at the same time.
She opted not wear any underwear underneath the dress, just like on the night they first had sex. She doubted he would think of that connection but it was in her mind and that was enough. She slipped on her high heels and a pair of glossy black stilettos that emphasized her long, shapely legs. She wore only a silver choker around her neck for jewelry, having learned that earrings and rings only got in the way for nights like this. Given what was in store for her and Michael she thought a choker was a perfect fit. Plus, it looked quite dazzling paired with the simple black dress.
They had agreed to meet and start off the night downstairs in the main living room. Michael decided this and persuaded her by saying he wanted to see her enter the room and look at him as if they were going to head out for some big event. He wanted to be reminded of the time they had just started going out and she would take his breath away descending the staircase and greeting him with a smile. Tasha remembered those days fondly. She also remembered when they first started getting involved and the sexual tension started to grow between them. She recalled the way their goodnight and goodbye kisses would heat up almost instantly.
Smiling, she placed her hand on the handle of the bedroom door and took a deep breath. She wasn’t nervous but there was something rather major, and soon to be memorable, about this night.
A minute later, Tasha walked down the stairs. She was prepared to head over to the main living room but stopped just a few steps from the landing–
Michael was standing in the middle of the foyer with a bouquet of roses in his hand and an awestruck look in his eyes. His smile was wide and genuine.
She felt her stomach flip as she suddenly felt like she was transported years earlier into her life and was reliving a beautiful moment. For some reason, this made her feel all too aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing underwear under her black dress. She wondered if Michael had figured that out as she descended the stairs or if he had been too wrapped up in looking at her to have noticed.
Tasha smiled at him and stood up straight and tall. She looked at him with a confidence before walking down the final two steps. Michael looked handsome and relaxed, his face shining with happiness as she had walked down the stairs to the foyer. Crossing the room to where he stood, she saw him hold out his hand to her.
His eyes traveled up and down her body, checking her out rather intensely and making her blush as she picked up on the desire in his eyes. She was blushing out of excitement, but she didn’t feel embarrassed. This was exactly the reaction she had hoped for. He gave his typical deep laugh that made her go weak at the knees as soon as he picked up on her blush. He pulled her toward him and kissed her softly on the cheek.
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