On His Knees

by Beth Williamson

  She watched him drink, then took the glass back and deliberately put her mouth on the same spot and licked it. His entire body jerked at the sight of her tongue. After taking a gulp, she set the glass on the nightstand. He wanted to know the purpose of the spoon but figured he’d find out soon enough.

  Sliding to the carpet, she kneeled between his legs and grinned wickedly. Taking the spoon from the glass, she pressed the wet, cold metal to his right testicle. He hissed and closed his eyes. The spoon clinked in the glass, stirring rapidly. A second later, the spoon landed on his left testicle. This time, a groan popped from his mouth.

  “Feel good?”

  “God yes.”

  She chuckled softly. “Good. Now let’s see what other mischief I can think of.”

  A clank followed by a slurp, then the thump of the glass on the nightstand all had him vibrating with anticipation. When her lips closed around the head of his cock, he almost came. She’d put an ice cube in her mouth. The wicked cold and the heat of her tongue felt incredible. More than that, it felt like heaven.

  He clutched the bedspread and wondered how he’d been married to her for ten years and never knew her mouth was so talented. She bobbed up and down slowly on him, sucking and licking with each stroke of her mouth. One hand clutched the base of his staff, and the other cupped and fondled his balls. Her thumb made slow circles at the base, sending tingles up and down.

  She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, her hands continuing to stroke him.

  “I can taste your pre-cum. You’re holding back aren’t you?” She licked him, gently nibbling the sensitive tip.

  He grunted, unable to speak.

  “I like that. Do you want to come?”

  Nicholas didn’t know how to answer that question. He sure as hell wanted to come, at the same time, he wasn’t ready to. It felt too damn good.

  “Well, you can’t. Not until I say so.” She released him and stood. “Since I’m Mistress, I say when you come, right?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he gasped out, aching for her mouth to return.

  She tapped her chin with one finger. “Then we’re going to continue to pleasure each other until I say we’re ready. Is that clear, Nicky boy?”

  He wanted to say no and yes, and everything in between. Renny had him, literally, in the palm of her hand. All he could do was what she commanded. And he loved every second of it.

  Chapter Five

  Renny felt like she was flying, soaring through the clouds on the wings of sensual pleasure. Her body seemed to have taken control of her mind, instinctively knowing what to do with Nicky, her new slave. Or sub. That’s what they were called. Submissives.

  My sub.

  She liked the thought of that. Hers once again, only this time for keeps. If they decided to try again, she knew this time it would be forever or never. She couldn’t handle another break-up with him. Shaking her head, she vowed to leave the relationship questions for later. Now was all about physical pleasures.

  An incredibly naughty idea raced through her mind and the very idea made her nearly weep with arousal. He sat on the edge of the bed, with a hard-on that could likely hammer nails, waiting for her. The sight of him could drive her to her knees if she wasn’t careful.

  “Lay on your stomach in the middle of the bed,” she commanded.

  He crawled up on the bed, his incredibly sexy ass now available for her viewing pleasure. A small groan escaped when his erection hit the satin sheets. She grinned, knowing how the soft material caressed bare skin. Renny opened the nightstand drawer and took out her small five inch vibrator. It was one of her favorites because it had the texture of a real penis, with veins and ribs. It also fit nicely in her purse for some daily pleasure when she was particularly horny.

  She wondered if Nicky would stop her. He watched her carefully, noting the small vibrator and the lube she put in her other hand. With a grin, she turned it on and touched it to her tongue. His body visibly tightened and his pupils grew so wide, his eyes looked black.

  “I’m going to fuck you with this, Nicky. You’re going to lay there and let me.” She climbed onto the bed. “Spread your legs, lover.”

  He spread his legs slowly, as if his mind obeyed, but his body didn’t want to. His puckered hole winked at her, no doubt a virgin hole. She wanted to see just how far Nicky would allow her to go. This had to be the most outrageous thing she could think of. At the same time, it excited her to the point where she wanted to use the damn thing on herself.

  She opened the bottle of lube and put a small amount on her finger. When she touched him, he started. “Easy, baby, easy.”

  Renny spread the lube all around with one finger, lightly teasing the hole. He shivered and she took it as a sign of pleasure. She pushed her finger tip in a half an inch or so, just enough to feel the muscles tighten.

  “I won’t hurt you.”

  He let out a loud breath as if he was ready for her to continue. So she did. She teased him until she noticed his balls getting tight, a sure sign of his arousal. It was time to really push his envelope.

  With a flick, she turned the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. Renny caressed his firm ass with it, slowly moving down toward her ultimate goal. She skimmed it down between his legs, brushing against his sensitive inner thighs, then lightly against his balls. He groaned and buried his face in the pillow, the muscles in his back tight as a bow string.

  “If you don’t want me to do this, tell me to stop.”

  Nicholas didn’t respond other than a quick shake of his head. A thrill shot through her at the power she had over him. He literally was open to whatever she did or said.

  After squirting a bit of lube on the vibrator, she placed it at the entrance. After making a circle to warm it up, she slid it in half an inch then stopped. Her other hand gently massaged around, loosening him, pleasuring him. Another inch and she again stopped. The ring of muscles prevented her from going any further.

  When she turned the vibrations up a notch, he opened his legs slightly farther. With a smile, she pushed and slid until at least three inches were inside him. Unable to control herself, one hand slid to her pussy, flicking her clit lightly with the rhythm of the vibrator.

  “Do you like it?”

  He croaked an answer.

  “I can’t hear you, Nicky.”

  His voice was muffled by the pillow. “Yes, Mistress.”

  Renny continued to fuck her husband while she got herself off, the passion building slowly but surely. A delicious coil deep down inside her that pulsed and throbbed. She leaned down and bit his cheek, then licked the bite in apology. He started pushing against the vibrator, fucking it, pulling it deeper into his body.

  With something like regret, she pulled it out when she saw his balls tighten up, signaling his release.

  “You want me to put it back in? You’ll need to beg.”

  “Please, ma’am, please.” He sounded desperate. “Please.”

  She scraped her finger nails from his balls to the top of his ass. He shivered and pushed against her, needy and hungry. Renny slid the vibrator back in and moved fast and hard.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes, p-please.”

  “Beg me, baby.”

  “I’m begging you. G-god, b-begging.”

  She fucked him, teased him for another few moments before she relented. “You may come now.”

  He came within seconds, groaning and clenching while she watched. The sheer joy of knowing what she’d done raced through her, like a victory, a sweet, sweet victory.

  Nicholas gulped in a much needed breath and attempted to steady his nerves. It just wasn’t working. He’d just had the most sensual experience of his life and he couldn’t believe it. His wife had fucked him silly. Okay, ex-wife. He had trouble remembering the ex part.

  He’d had notions of same sex experimentation, but nothing ever came of it. There hadn’t been another man he found particularly attractive. Now he knew what it felt like
, at least on a smaller scale, and knew he’d never want to experience it with anyone but Renny. It was she who had made the entire thing so incredible.

  “Roll over.”

  He did as he was bade and stared up at her. The lightning outside lit up the room, bathing her in a silver glow, giving her an aura like a Valkyrie of old. A warrior woman who took what she wanted and took no prisoners.

  Well, except one.

  The perspiration reflected like a sheen of heat that he wanted to lick off drop by drop. She was exquisite and for the night, she was his. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. They were together.

  Renny smiled. “Now I’m going to park myself over you, and you, dear Nicky, are going to give me a sweet tongue bath.”

  The combination of arousal and excitement gave a husky tone to her voice that sent skitters up his spine. Lord, he could listen to that all night and never grow tired of it. She shifted forward, gripping the headboard until her pussy was positioned directly over him. He ran his hands up and down her soft inner thighs, loving the quiver that echoed his touch.

  Nicholas nuzzled her, inhaling her musky arousal. After trailing soft kisses all along the outside, he licked Renny from her ass all the way to her clit. One long lick that made her gasp. Unbelievably, his well sated cock twitched on his leg from the sound.

  Spreading her with his fingers, he feasted on the pink banquet in front of him, licking, nibbling, and sucking. While he tasted, his thumbs slid in and out, just enough to keep her on edge, clenching against the intrusion while trying to pull him in deeper at the same time.

  Her hot button grew plumper under his ministrations. When he bit it, she hissed and punched the headboard.

  “God, Nicky, why didn’t you ever do that before now?”

  He didn’t have an answer for that, so he simply continued to pleasure her. Her taste grew sweeter with each lick until he knew she was close to coming. Her thighs trembled and her groans were nearly constant. Nicholas put his mouth on her clit and sucked it like a little cock while his thumbs fucked her.

  Within seconds, she screamed her orgasm, bucking against him, squeezing his head with her legs, but he held on. His mouth didn’t let up until she commanded him to.

  “Enough.”

  He let her hot flesh go with regret, licking his lips to get the last of her flavor, hoping like hell he’d get to do it again that night. It had to be close to three in the morning, but he’d never felt more alive in his life.

  Renny climbed off him and lay on the bed with a heavy sigh. He noted her breath was choppy and uneven, and grinned into the semi-dark room. He didn’t think he’d ever made her lose her breath before.

  “Damn, that was good.”

  “I’m glad, Mistress. Can I do it again?”

  She laughed.

  Renny dozed, a sweet lazy feeling invading her from head to foot. Even the fact that Nicholas had broken into her house didn’t upset her any more. Or did it? She really wanted to know why he’d done it, and he obviously didn’t want to be too forthcoming about it. However, it seemed as if their relationship had started anew three hours ago when she smacked him on the head with a bat.

  Apparently, his headache was gone or at least forgotten since he hadn’t made a peep about it. Truth was, she felt a little bad for hitting him. Actually, more than a little, a lot. Then again, it was a catharsis of sorts for her, like aiming at a target and hitting a bulls eye. It gave her satisfaction of sorts.

  “Nicky?”

  “Yes, ma’am?”

  She leaned up on one elbow and stared down at him.

  “Why did you break into my house tonight?”

  His eyes closed, but not before she saw something very interesting. Embarrassment. He sat up and leaned his forearms on his knees. His broad back rose and fell with a heavy sigh.

  “Nicky?”

  “Are you ordering me to tell you?”

  The question struck her in the heart. He gave her the opportunity to control him to make him tell her the truth. If she forced him to tell her, would he resent her? Would she want to force him to? No, that’s not the way she wanted it to be. In a relationship, information and feelings should be an open exchange. This situation didn’t call for someone to be in charge. It called for honesty.

  “No, I’m not.” She knew she laid it all on the line.

  “I ... I can’t tell you. Not yet.”

  Disappointment snaked through her, piercing her heart that had just begun to beat again. Her hope fell so fast and so hard, it stole her breath.

  “I’m sorry, Renny.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t want sorry.”

  If Nicholas wasn’t going to be honest with her, she wouldn’t force him to. But she sure as hell could make him sorry he wasn’t. Since he was hers to do with as she pleased, he’d earn his keep. Daylight lay at least three hours away and she’d savor every second of it.

  “If you don’t want to tell me why you came, so be it.” She pushed at his back, the heat from his skin warming her hands in the cool air-conditioned room. “Get up.”

  He stood and she was face to fanny with him. Too tempting to resist, she bit his right cheek, then bit the left, leaving a nice circle of teeth marks. With a grin, she slapped the nicely rounded ass.

  “You’re going to fuck me like you mean it, Nicky. So get yourself ready. Turn around.”

  His eyes smoldered with arousal, and his cock already stood straight and proud.

  “Touch it.”

  One large hand wrapped around his staff, sliding up and down, squeezing the tip before dropping back to the base. She’d never seen anything so arousing in her life. After two minutes, she was too wet to watch anymore. Renny rolled onto her knees and spread her legs wide.

  “Lick me and make sure I’m good and wet,” she ordered.

  Nicholas’s talented tongue again gave her half-dozen licks that had her inner thighs quivering and her pulse throbbing.

  “Now let’s see what you can do with that.” She wiggled her ass and mentally prepared herself. Of course, it had been a year since a man had been between her thighs, actually only one man had ever been there, and he’d returned. A different man to be sure, but the same person. She had to stop analyzing everything and simply let go for once.

  His hands skimmed across her ass, followed by his lips. Sweet kisses that sent shivers down her legs and made her toes tingle. He swept down her inner thighs and breathed softly against her pussy. She had to remind herself that she was punishing him.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Renny?”

  “Yessss,” she hissed, pushing her ass even farther up. “Now.”

  “As you wish.”

  The head of his cock pushed against her, hard and demanding. She closed her eyes and reveled in the way her body stretched to accommodate him. It had been so long, so long, since she’d been intimate with him. And this, this felt different from anything they’d ever done..

  Nicholas entered her an inch, then pulled out, then two inches, then three, until Renny lost track and let the gentle teasing pull her deeper into the world where only sensations lived. Soon he touched her womb as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. For one endless moment, he stopped and laid his head on her back.

  “Let’s go. Faster,” she ordered, a combination of anger and arousal making her feel dangerous.

  She’d give him points for doing what she told him to do. As soon as the words left her mouth, his pace picked up and he was fucking her in earnest. The sheer perfection of having him there with her, with his body joined with her rolled through her. She held her breath and clenched around him. He moaned and tightened his hands on her hips. Renny finally knew the power of her sensuality. It wasn’t about pleasing him, it was about experiencing everything to the fullest and that meant trying what she’d never tried before.

  “Nicky, stop.”

  He stopped immediately and she felt the loss of his motion, almost telling him to start again. Instead she took a deep breath, stepped of
f the cliff of normalcy and spread her wings.

  “I want you to fuck me in the ass. Nice and easy at first. You know as well as anyone that I’m a virgin down there ... so if I tell you to stop, you stop.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” The quiver in Nicholas’s voice told her volumes about how he felt about her commands.

  Perhaps it was because she’d just discovered his weakness for back door loving, or perhaps he’d always wanted to. With her or any woman. Renny mentally pinched herself to again stop thinking. She knew why it had happened again ‑‑ because she was nervous.

  The whole thought of anal sex had teased her with its naughtiness, but she’d never thought it would just happen because she told her ex-husband to do it. Now here she was, at the brink of finding out if the reality was as good as the hype.

  He started by circling her hole, spreading some lube he’d apparently picked up while she was over-thinking. The touch of his finger made her tighten with a zing of arousal. After a slow sweep, he sank in just a bit, perhaps to the first knuckle, then gently finger-fucked her until he had two fingers in at least in three inches.

  Renny felt completely shocked at how marvelously amazing it felt. It was as if he’d waved a magic wand and send tingles straight up her ass. Soon, he pulled out his fingers and she tried not to moan. He spread her cheeks wide and positioned himself at her entrance.

  “Are you ready, Mistress?” He sounded out of breath.

  “Nicky, are you all right?”

  “Mm, yes. I’m ... just anxious.”

  Her stomach jumped at the thought of him being anxious to fuck her. Yes, oh, yes, it had definitely been the right decision.

  “Okay then, I’m ready.” Not really, but what the hell? The night was a dream made in hot sex heaven and she was along for the ride.

  His cock had grown to large proportions and Renny had a moment where she wondered if it would fit at all. But he’d lubed her up and stretched her enough that the head slid past the first set of muscles easily. She nearly choked on her own tongue when the tingles turned into bolts.