ExtremeCouponing

by Sabrina York

  Extreme Couponing

  Sabrina York

  Bella adores her sweet, patient and gentle husband Tae. She would do anything to keep him happy—even pretend to be something she’s not. She acts as if she’s content with their vanilla marriage but she yearns for something more. Something darker.

  When Tae discovers Bella’s secret desires, he’s determined to fulfill her every fantasy. He devises a wicked coupon book full of naughty commands and fiendish challenges. From spankings to bondage to erotic play with household implements, he tests her limits.

  With each coupon Tae redeems, Bella sinks deeper and deeper into the lifestyle she’s always craved but never had the courage to demand. Now if she can just find a way to be the strong, independent woman Tae fell in love with and the quivering sub she is at her core…

  Extreme Couponing

  Sabrina York

  Dedication

  This one is for Carmen Cook, my salvation, my friend, my rock. I’m so glad you’re in my life. Also, bacon.

  Acknowledgements

  I must express my heartfelt gratitude to Carrie Jackson for pulling me back from the edge when I have the irresistible urge to spew purple prose and litter my manuscripts with, well, alliteration. I adore you, darling. You always make me laugh at myself. Quite a feat.

  Thanks to Syneca for designing yet another gorgeous cover, as well as to Will Duke and the Ellora’s Cave art department for making magic happen. To all the folks at Ellora’s Cave who make all my books the best they can be, especially those mysterious FLEs, you rock.

  Much appreciation to my fellow writers for their help sharing the word about my books. Especially Paloma Beck, Cathy Brockman, Jianne Carlo, Cerise DeLand, Delilah Devlin, Tilly Greene, Kate Hill, Jacqueline Hopkins, Sharon Kleve, Lissa Matthews, Danita Minnis, Frances Stockton, Brandy Walker and all the Passionate Cooks.

  To all my friends in the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America, Passionate Ink and Rose City Romance Writers groups, thank you for all your support and encouragement. I really couldn’t do it without you.

  Part One: Chapter One

  Secret Santa

  Isabella’s body warmed as Tae strolled into the living room, dressed in nothing but a pair of red flannel pajama pants and a Santa hat. He carried two mugs of steaming coffee. She smiled and nestled into the overstuffed couch.

  Lord, he was gorgeous. The pajama pants dipped, just skimming his waist, revealing the flat plane of his belly, skating over his hip bones. His broad chest and his abs—a ridged, glorious mocha—made her mouth water, her body melt.

  But then he’d always had this effect on her. From the instant she first saw him. He could turn her from a confident, powerful woman to a quivering little girl with a look.

  Even after all this time, she sometimes couldn’t believe he was her husband. That he loved her. And heavens, she loved him. She’d do anything to please him. Even pretend to be someone she wasn’t.

  If he ever discovered the truth, she could lose him. And the thought of losing him was far too painful to contemplate.

  Tae was a nice guy. A good guy. The deep, dark fear rumbling in her soul was that if she told him her secret, he would be appalled. The love in his eyes would dim. And he would leave her. When Steven had found out—when she’d been stupid enough to let it slip—he’d called her a sicko and stormed out of her life.

  While she was glad it hadn’t worked out with Steven, who had been a pompous prig, she couldn’t bear it if that happened with Tae.

  He was, in short, her life.

  “Your coffee, sweetheart.” The timbre of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. It settled in that warm spot between her legs.

  She reached for the mug. It was obvious from the color that he’d laced it liberally with cream.

  Just the way she liked it. Everything was better with cream, after all.

  She drew in a deep breath. Mmm. Saucy and sweet. The perfect ending to a perfect meal. Tae’s gourmet creations were always amazing but he’d really outdone himself with this Christmas dinner. Juicy roast of beast with authentic Yorkshire pudding and an exquisite tart Béarnaise. He’d whipped up an astounding triple chocolate mousse for dessert. Warmth bubbled in her chest.

  She knew she’d won the husband lottery with Tae. A sweet, loving man who put up with all her crap—she was something of a brat and she knew it. Couldn’t help it. But a man who looked like that—and could cook…

  She should be satisfied.

  She should.

  He sat beside her, humor dancing in his chocolate-brown eyes. “Are you ready to start again?”

  Bella glanced at the denuded tree and chuckled. “I think we got all the presents.” She leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted like rich, fragrant coffee. “I love my necklace.” She dandled the bauble.

  “I knew you’d like it. And I love that teddy.”

  It was red satin and trimmed with fur. Hardly functional but it made her feel like a seductive princess. “You did well.” She kissed him again and frowned when he pulled back.

  He cleared his throat. “But we’re not done.”

  She tipped her head to the side. “There are no more presents under the tree.”

  “There’s one more. For me.”

  “For you?” Bella wrinkled her brow. She was about to tell him he’d opened everything she bought for him when he angled off the sofa and strode to the tree.

  He fished around in the boughs and pulled out a small rectangular package. He came back and plopped down beside her with a grin, but there was a hint of tension in his rangy form that had her wondering.

  He thrust an unfamiliar package toward her. She took it and tipped it from end to end, studying it.

  “I didn’t wrap this.” She tended, as a rule, not to wrap presents in newspaper and duct tape.

  “It’s from you. Read the tag.”

  It said, To Tae from Bella.

  It was his handwriting.

  Nibbling her lip in bemusement, she studied him. His expression was taut. “Well? Are you going to open it?”

  “Are you giving it to me?”

  She laughed and tossed him the package. “Apparently.”

  “Just want to make sure.” With a simmering glance at her, he slid a finger beneath the tape. A small booklet fell out onto his lap.

  “What is it?” She scooted closer.

  “Oh look. You gave me coupons.” He sounded excited. Thrilled even.

  “Coupons?” She shook her head and took a sip of her coffee. What on earth was he up to? She was hardly a “coupon queen”. She was the kind of woman who used coupons as bookmarks.

  In fact, he did all the grocery shopping. Well, if he wanted food in the house.

  She wasn’t very domesticated. Never had been.

  He flipped through the booklet, oohing and aahing. The sideways looks he sent her set a fire in her gut.

  “Oh Bella,” he purred, pausing on one coupon in particular. “You shouldn’t have.”

  She frowned. “Let me see that book.”

  Before he could protest, she snatched it from him and flipped through the pages. And she began to laugh. Clearly he’d printed out this booklet on his computer.

  “Good for one backrub. Hmm.” She flipped to the next. “Good for breakfast in bed.” Okay. There was the usual stuff. One foot rub, one blowjob, one comment-free football game…

  And then she came to one that made the breath catch in her throat. She swallowed. Her pussy twitched.

  It said, One hour of complete submission.

  She froze. Every muscle in her body locked in place. Her heart pounded, her blood thrummed, her body liquefied.

  He watched her intently, taking in every nuance of her reaction, his jaw tight, his eyes glitterin
g. His tongue snaked out to wet his lips. “I was thinking about redeeming that one now.”

  She didn’t even know how to respond so she just stared at him. They’d been married for nearly a year but he’d never once suggested anything kinky. Never once tried to push the boundaries.

  Never once suggested anything even remotely risqué.

  Damn it all anyway. Bella had never been a wimpy woman. She usually just took what she wanted from life. But in this, especially with Tae, she was tentative, cautious. Nervous.

  Usually she was never nervous. But this…

  This was something so personal. So intimate. So secret. She’d never had the courage to admit it to him. She’d been scared to death of how he would react if he knew the truth. If he knew what she really craved.

  That he was asking for this, now, made her woozy.

  She cleared her throat, lowered her lashes. “W-what did you have in mind?”

  He waited until she looked at him before he spoke. “I think the coupon speaks for itself.”

  “All it says is complete submission.”

  “I know. Are you game?”

  An unfamiliar tension rose between them. Bella nibbled her lower lip as she contemplated the sudden urge to test his resolve. Or at least the depth of it. “For all I know, you’ll have me cleaning your man cave. Scrubbing the toilets. Doing your laundry.” Their marriage had become that, somehow. An endless list of projects and chores.

  “I didn’t have cleaning in mind.” He tipped up her chin. “Sexual submission, Bella. Total. Sexual. Submission. Are you game?”

  She swallowed, swamped by the apprehension skirling in her gut, the lust dancing in her pussy. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. “I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  He was right. She did. She bobbed her head, a tiny nod.

  Oh yeah. She knew.

  She wanted it.

  Bad.

  She’d always wanted it like that. Craved it. Hungered for it. But then she’d met Tae, a guy who adored her for being a strong woman, for taking the lead, for managing everything. She hadn’t wanted to tell him the truth of it. She hadn’t dared.

  “Say it.”

  She swallowed. “Say what?”

  “Say, ‘Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.’”

  Her heart stuttered. She forced a laugh. “I can’t say that.”

  “You can.”

  Bella tried to sort through her conflicting feelings. She wanted this. Needed this. Had fantasized about this. And now he was offering it to her.

  And damn it all anyway, it was only for an hour.

  Shyness overcame her. She dropped her chin and whispered, “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

  “Sweetheart. Look at me when you answer.”

  She did. “Yes Tae. I want to be your slave for one hour.”

  His nostrils flared. A certain light glinted in his eyes and a raft of dimples exploded on his cheek. The stark beauty of his face snared her. It always did but tonight, backlit by a crackling fire and the lights of the tree, he seemed even more intense. From the dark, dominant brow to the high cheekbones, to those full lips…

  He ripped the coupon from the book and gave her a look that sent a tremor through her. Maybe it was the heavy-lidded heat he invested in the glance or maybe it was the way his body tightened, every muscle, as he gauged her reaction. She knew instinctively that something very different was about to…arise between them.

  It was like their first time all over again. Trying to make light of the electricity, the lust lashing through her, she accepted the coupon with what she hoped was credible aplomb.

  She cleared her throat. “Okay, Tae. What do you want me to do?”

  He didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. “I want you naked.”

  Chapter Two

  Bella’s mouth went dry and then pooled with saliva. Slowly, she stood and pulled the new teddy from her body.

  A muscle bunched in Tae’s cheek as he stared at her. Stared at her as though he’d never seen her before. He reached out to caress a breast, a hip, but then curled his fingers and resolutely pulled back. “Panties too.”

  She complied and stood there waiting in their living room, naked in the muted light of the tree, licked by the flames of the fire. She longed to cover herself but didn’t. She knew better. She wanted this. Yearned for it. But it wasn’t easy. Not with Tae. Not with him looking at her like that. Like a stranger.

  Dominance thrummed from his every pore. “I have a gift for you.”

  “For me?” But her question, apparently, was redundant. He was already off the couch and riffling through the closet. He emerged with a wrapped box.

  Bella didn’t know how she’d missed it in her hunting.

  He came back to her, lean and lustful and luscious. His demeanor, the very air about him, was charged with a latent power, as though he’d slipped completely into the role of a Master. And so easily.

  She struggled with it. She didn’t know why. This had been her deepest, darkest fantasy and she had never quite known how to bring it up. But now that it was actually happening, trepidation swamped her.

  How strange to be standing naked in her own home, before her husband, and be nervous. But she was.

  He set the box in front of her on the coffee table and knelt there on the other side of the abyss. “Open it.”

  She unraveled the big bow and opened the box. She peered inside. A collection of other presents, meticulously wrapped and labeled, nestled amongst the tissue. She glanced up at Tae.

  He nodded. “Open number one.”

  It took her a bit to locate that gift. Her mind was a whirl and she fumbled through the tissue, but she found it. It was small and soft. Some kind of clothing? She opened it slowly, reveling in the moment, the tension sizzling between them.

  A confection of leather and ribbon fell to the table. She lifted it up and turned it this way and that, trying to figure out what… Oh. Oh dear.

  It was underwear, but nothing like the romantic piece of froth he’d given her earlier. This was a leather corset with a series of looping straps that served as a bra, cupping her breasts in smaller and smaller rings. It was festooned with black ribbons that dangled like little leashes.

  “Put it on.” And when she hesitated, “Now.”

  It took her a minute to figure it out but she got it on and, dear lord, it was skimpy.

  He took her by the hand and led her to the mirror. Standing behind her, he tipped back her head, forcing her to look.

  A sexy slave stood there, quivering, wreathed in leather straps. Her eyes were wide and limpid, limned in fear but only enough to make it exciting. The corset revealed more than it covered, a mere harness for her breasts. Her nipples were exposed, framed in tight leather.

  The sight made her knees quake.

  Tae’s attention was fixed on her breasts. He cupped her from behind. His touch on her nipples sent shock waves through her body. When he brought his thumb and forefinger together, pinching each bare crest in tandem, she moaned and leaned into him. His cock was hard against her buttocks.

  “You look fantastic, slave.” The harsh whisper of that last word, accompanied as it was with another ruthless tweak, made her wobble. Resolve skated over his glorious features. He stepped back. “Time for present number two.”

  She followed him back to the sofa, cream dampening her thighs. She was ready now, but he would wait. He would make her suffer. As a good slave should.

  The second gift almost made her weep. Leather shackles festooned with hooks and a matching collar.

  She trembled, weak, subservient, lost, as he held them out to her.

  “Let me.” He wrapped each wrist with a restraint and then fitted her with the collar. Smiled. “A bit tight so you remember you belong to me.”

  The feel of the leather, taut against her throat, constraining her wrists, made her head spin. She wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet. But she couldn’t. Not yet. There
were more presents.

  Gift number three made her wince. A studded paddle. And gift number four was a bottle of scented lube and two slender vibrators. She shuddered to think where they would go—what with lube and all—but Tae gave her no time to wonder.

  He stood in a rush. “Come here,” he said.

  She followed him, quaking with each step as he led her around to the back of the sofa. He draped her over the slick leather. It was cold against her belly and she gasped.

  He spread her legs wide, arranging her for his pleasure. He ran a palm over the exposed globes of her ass. “Sweet.”

  She tensed for a swat, ached for a swat, but it didn’t come.

  Instead he angled her legs even farther apart and something cold nudged at the opening to her pussy. She flinched and tried to stand but he held her firmly in place.

  “Behave.” His voice rumbled through her. The cold invader returned. She knew what it was. The slender vibrator. He didn’t switch it on, just let it sit there, in her, for a moment. And then he drew it out. “Ah. You’re wet,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

  She heard him flip the cap on the lube, smelled the scent of strawberry as it filled the room. The invasion, when it came, had her springing up out of position and whirling around to gape at him. “No.”

  Tae frowned. “Bella. What did you agree to?” His tone was harsh. His expression harsher.

  She glared at him mutinously but when he didn’t relent, she dropped her gaze. “Total submission.”

  “Yes. Total submission.” He nodded to the sofa and she reassumed her position.

  Total submission. Dear lord. But that?

  Once she was in place, he nestled the vibrator against her clit and dragged it, warm and damp, up to her asshole. He let it rest there, teasing her, testing her, before he worked it in.

  It was all she could do not to leap up again. The sensation was so foreign, so illicit, so thrilling she could barely breathe.

  “Good girl.” He followed this with the second vibrator. This one he again seated deep in her pussy.