He stopped and tore his mouth from hers again. He looked down at her. His brown eyes glowed with pride.
“You feel so good wrapped around me. I want to stay inside you forever.”
“You do that and we’ll never have those kids you want.”
He lifted a hand and touched a long warm finger to her quivering lips.
“You’ve got a beautiful mouth, Sky. Lips I need to taste all the time. I can’t get enough of you. You tortured me so much, denying me access to you. There were times my water bill left me penniless from all those cold showers.”
“With me around, you’ll be able to save money. We’ll take showers and baths together.”
Jim inhaled a deep breath. His rod throbbed inside her. She wanted to start gyrating her hips. Wanted him to make love to her.
“I really should punish you for making me wait so long, Sky. I should punish you real hard.”
“Punish me?” Excitement slithered up her bare back.
“My penis can bring you pleasure, if I want it to. I can also use it to punish.”
Sky gasped as his hot shaft suddenly pulsated inside her. Her sensitive cunt muscles contracted greedily, sending an array of pleasant sensations screaming into her womb.
His rod stopped throbbing and her muscles relaxed.
“You son of a bitch!” she gasped. Her cunt ached for more.
“Did you like that?”
“Give me your best shot, Jim.” she breathed, wanting him to do it again.
The corners of his lips curled upwards. “You don’t scare easy do you?”
“I don’t have time to be scared, not with your massive punishing tool pulsing inside me. Go ahead, let’s see what you’re made of.”
He nipped on her bottom lip again. Ran his tongue along the tender bite he’d inflicted with his sharp teeth only moments earlier.
It hurt. She shivered.
His head curled into the curve of her neck. He kissed her there, a feather light kiss and then he nipped her hard.
Pain sizzled through her neck.
She tried to squirm away from him. She couldn’t.
His iron rod impaled her cunt. Held her nicely in place.
“Son of a bitch,” She whispered again.
He grinned and whispered, “A birthday hickie for the birthday gal. Happy Birthday, Sky.”
He shifted the upper part of his body until his chest rested lightly against her nipples. And then his hands were there. Covering both her breasts.
His palms were kneading, grabbing, hurting.
Sky shot him a look of surprise at his roughness. His eyes twinkled with enjoyment.
His kissed her cheeks with hot silky caresses. A direct contrast to the way his hands groped her breasts and tweaked her nipples painfully.
“You call this punishment?” She hissed between her teeth.
He rolled his hips and his rod grew harder inside her cunt. Her vaginal muscles quivered with delight, tried to convulse and failed because he’d stopped again.
His mouth moved to her ear and he purred. “I call that punishment.”
“Damn you!” She wanted him to fuck her. Not torture her.
He pulled at her nipples and he caught her gasp with his warm mouth.
Her breasts felt as if they were on fire beneath the ministrations of his possessive palms. Her nipples were hard nubs and sharply sensitive.
Her head began to swirl. Her limbs weakened. Strange sensations began to unfurl along the nerve endings in her breasts. In her cunt. In her lips and mouth. The vibrations grew, spreading wildly.
They were intoxicating. She found herself whimpering at the flames grabbing hold of her body.
Soon her entire body writhed beneath him on it’s own volition.
“That’s it, don’t fight it.”
“What the hell are you doing to me?” She gasped.
God! This felt fantastic.
His hands drew away from her breasts and his chest came down on top of her nipples, flattening her sensitive breasts against his hard chest.
And then she felt his hand slip between her legs, to her wet pleasure bud.
She jolted when he touched her firmly. She thought she just might burst into an inferno or die of internal combustion.
His finger began rubbing her bud. Hard. His roughness made her pant. Made her moan.
She could feel her body begin to tense with want. With the need for fulfillment.
God, she hoped he wouldn’t stop! She couldn’t take it if he did.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck me. Now. Dammit!”
He didn’t say anything. His hand stilled.
Sky moaned.
No! Not again. Don’t stop!
He didn’t move a muscle.
Sky opened her eyes in time to see the heated expression in his eyes. The trembling pulse in his neck as he restrained himself from withdrawing and plunging into her again and again, giving them both the satisfaction they craved.
“Please….”
“You think you’ve been punished enough?”
“Yes … Oh my Gosh! I can’t take it anymore.”
It was all he needed to hear.
His silk cased iron rod ripped out of her, and he plunged right back through her slit again. Hitting her most sensitive spots on the way in, making Sky cry out.
His finger rubbed fiercely.
Her pleasure bud ached. Hurt. And he kept rubbing. And thrusting into her like a piston.
Filling her. Fucking her.
Her body convulsed around him. Sweet pain and pure pleasure ripped her apart. Waves of it. It kept coming and coming.
Washing over her like a tidal wave of lust.
Sky squeezed her eyes tighter and she arched wildly beneath Jim’s massive onslaught.
The scent of their lovemaking filled her nostrils, turned her on even hotter.
An orgasm shuddered through her body. And then another. Quickly followed by a stream of them.
His erection surged inside her and she screamed out when the flames engulfed her body and his hot love seed shot deep inside her….
~*~
Sky awoke to sunshine streaming through her windows and to an interesting tapping sound coming from somewhere in the house.
At first she didn’t know where she was and then reality crashed over her in one wonderful breath sucking wave.
Last night, Jim had married her!
And he’d made love to her at the same time. And she hadn’t been in the least bit embarrassed about her nudity. Unbelievable.
Sky stretched her aching legs and winced at the soreness in her cunt.
Oh God!
Jim had been so big when he’d fucked her good and hard. And she’d loved it.
She lifted her left arm from under the sheets and looked at her ring finger. A gold ring glittered up at her.
She couldn’t help but smile. She was married to a man she loved with all her heart. A man who vowed to fuck her every morning.
And it was morning….
So? Where was he?
“Jim!” she called out.
No answer.
The farmhouse seemed quiet. Deserted? Except for that strange tapping sound coming from somewhere.
Sky climbed out of bed and searched for her clothes. They were gone again.
Perhaps Jim was playing games and wanted her to go looking for him. She could do that. And when she found him….
Wrapping the sheet around her, she winced at the tenderness in her cunt. Tiptoeing to the open doorway, she peeked out into the hallway.
Silence. Where was her hubby? Where were all the students and Loverboy and Carmella?
She walked down the hallway and looked in the bedrooms as she passed. All the beds were neatly made. All the rooms were empty.
The only sign that anyone had been here were the dozens of unlit candles placed throughout each room.
Downstairs, she found a red envelope taped to
the inside of the front door.
Dear Sky,
Please find enclosed copies of the wire transfers of the $500,000 into your bank account and another $500,000 dollars into Jim’s personal bank account. Now that you are married you both are millionaires. It is up to you if you consider this money as a wedding gift or a bribe.
On the VCR in the living room you will find three CD’s.
One CD is of your trigasm escapade with Jim. One CD of your wedding. One CD showing Jim finger fucking you at Sex Squad Headquarters. These are not the only copies. After viewing them, I trust you will remain silent about the Sex Slave Courses.
If you choose not to remain silent, you will not have the Chief’s blessing. It has already been added to your records that you were instructed not to engage in any sexual activity during this assignment. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. With those three tapes and the bribe, that’s four Sex Strikes against you.
Should you break your silence, the CDs and the bank receipt will be released to the Sex Squad High Commission. Rest assured they will ensure your silence. Compliments of me.
Sky’s stomach dropped as if she were on an elevator. She’d believed in the Three Sex Strikes and Life policy. Anyone breaking the Sex rules, one of which was no sex during work hours, had only three chances. When they had three strikes it was off to Sex State Prison for life. Life without sex.
God help them both. Jim and she had four strikes.
She’d voted for the Three Sex Strikes and Life Policy herself. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d end up having the law used against her in such a way.
Sky bit her bottom lip. Sweet Jesus.
Could she trust Loverboy to not release those tapes? It would be in his best interest not to. If he did release them, he’d be dragged into the foray. And attention was the last thing Loverboy was looking for. Especially since he was training Sex Slaves without the government’s permission.
Sky nodded her head at that last thought. Yes, Loverboy would keep quiet. And so would they. No need to get too upset with all this trouble hanging over their heads like a guillotine.
If they didn’t keep quiet, they would be locked away in tiny cages in the Sex State Prison and there would be no sex for life.
Unbidden came a vision of Jim. Of how he had made her scream last night. She could still remember the rough feel of his callused thumb as he’d frantically kneaded her passion bud.
Remembered the way the round, smooth tip of his massive cock had thrust in and out of her aching cunt without mercy. He had just about drove her crazy as her body had been ripped apart by climax after climax. She didn’t think she could have had so many, and he’d just kept hammering into her until they all had clashed into one violent explosion.
Obviously, Jim knew how to love a woman. And he’d shown her so much more of what he was made of on their honeymoon.
She glanced out the door’s small window. No cars or trucks in the driveway. Loverboy and everyone else had fled.
No use wearing her toga sheet anymore. She dropped the sheet onto the floor and headed into the living room.
The CD’s were set on top of the CD player. All were clearly marked.
Sky looked at them and sighed. They’d have to keep these tapes safe. Away from prying eyes. And she’d have to trust Loverboy to keep his copies safe too.
Dammit! It wasn’t the greatest feeling knowing you were set up by Loverboy. But they would survive. And they would love each other every day.
That insistent rapping sound started up again. Sky tilted her head and listened to the slow tap tap coming out of the heating vent.
Seemed as if some sort of pattern was arising.
Morse Code?
Someone sending her a message?
In the basement. Help.
Oh my God!
In the basement? Where was the basement?
She scanned the living room. Aside from Loverboy’s office door, she saw no other doors.
Heart pounding against her naked chest, Sky raced into the kitchen and skidded to a halt.
One section of the wall was pushed aside, revealing a secret door.
Turning the knob, Sky opened the door to discover a steep staircase disappearing into a dimly lit hall. The tapping continued with the same insistent message.
It had to be from Jim. They’d done something to him. They’d hurt him some way.
Gasping frantically, Sky couldn’t run down the stairs fast enough. When she reached the bottom, she felt overwhelmed at all the doors. Gathering her senses, she counted three doors on each side of the hallway. The last one to the right was open.
Racing down the hallway, Sky peered in. And froze at the sight.
~*~
Chapter Nine
Sky’s new hubby lay on a table. Legs and arms spread eagle and strapped down. He had a ball gag in his mouth which prevented him from speaking.
Desire soaked his brown eyes when he saw her enter.
“They had to tie you down to keep you from running out on me?”
A chuckle escaped around the ball gag.
His eyes watched her every move as she approached the table he lay upon. Circling the table, she examined every inch of his naked body. She was overwhelmed as her gaze raked over the sleek muscles of his chest, over his flat stomach.
When her eyes latched onto Jim’s thick, vein riddled penis, Sky couldn’t stop her intense need to touch him.
He moaned the instant her fingers curled around his silk encased steel rod. His powerful erection burned a promise into her skin. Burned and pulsed and grew like a writhing snake. Grew into a taut, rigid cock. A cock she wanted to taste so bad, her mouth watered.
“Looks like we’re free to carry on with our honeymoon. Loverboy and his friends have flown the coop,” Sky said as she slid the tips of her fingers up one side of his rigid shaft, over his head and then down the other side.
He wiggled beneath her touch. His cute lips tightened over the ball gag.
“You like that do you?”
He tried to move his head in answer, but the restraints prevented him from fully cooperating with an answer.
“Is that shake of your head a yes? Or a no?” Sky ran her finger back up over his bulging tip. He shuddered beneath her touch.
“I’ll have to believe you’ve nodded a yes.”
She bent over until she was face to face with his rigid member. It’s one eyed slit stared up at her. He was pulsing and thick, and Sky remembered how it had throbbed inside her last night. Now it was her turn to give back to her husband a little of what she’d experienced while handcuffed to the bed, and then later when he’d taken her so hard, she’d almost screamed for his mercy.
She licked her lips in anticipation.
In one open mouthed thrust, she slid her lips over the entire puffed head of his rod. He groaned loudly at the assault.
He was hot in her mouth. Hot and pulsating and oh so deliciously hard. His hips bucked upward, shoving him deeper into her mouth.
She smiled inwardly. The way his hips thrust his penis into her mouth, he needed some release.
Real bad.
Sky pursed her lips and began to suck, ever so gently.
He moaned. A tight sound escaped the ball gag in his mouth.
She sucked harder. Jim’s hips convulsed violently, and she tasted the sweetness of his pre-come in her mouth.
She liked the taste of him. Liked the taste of man. She sucked harder and flicked her tongue down along his stiff shaft.
Jim’s penis tensed. He was ready to come.
Sky stopped her ministrations and lifted her head from her feast. A groan of protest growled low in his throat.
She looked into his anguished face, into his dark brown eyes. A hot core of desire brewed there, and she felt her cunt moisten with need.
Wondering how long she could stall him before he became angry enough to give her a good fucking, she smiled down at him with satisfaction. A little torture was good for a man and his penis.
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sp; “How did you make that tapping sound anyway?” She asked, swiftly changing the subject.
A furious mumble escaped from around the ball gag.
“Oh yes, I better remove this fun thing. We’ll save it for later.”
She leaned over and unhooked the ball gag. He pushed it away with his tongue.
“Just fuck me, will you?” he gasped.
“Not so fast, sweet hubby. Answer my question. How’d you get my attention? Better yet, how did you know I was upstairs?”
“Carmella and Loverboy set me up down here. For you. At my request.”
Sky’s breath hitched in her throat. “For me?”
“You can do what ever you want to me.”
“I kind of get that picture. But why?”
“Because I want you happy. I want you to experience sex in every way. Besides it wasn’t fair for you to have been handcuffed to the bed last night.”
“I didn’t mind at all once the action started.”
“You are so beautiful, Sky.”
“Cut to the chase, darling. Why this table?”
“It’s called the passion rack. I thought maybe we could try this table out? Take turns?”
Holy. The man was going to kill her with all this exciting new stuff. This could develop into one very interesting marriage.
“In answer to your first question. When Loverboy and Carmella strapped me to the table, they told me I’d have to figure out a way on my own to get your attention. By the time I heard you walking around upstairs I’d figured out this ingenious way….” Jim arched his hips upward and then crashed his ass down onto the table with enough force to make the table wiggle, allowing it to give off a loud tap.
She didn’t miss the wince on his face when his butt hit the board.
“Lift you ass again,” she instructed.
He did as she instructed. Sky bent over and noticed the tiny tacks lining the board. Tiny enough so they would cause pain but not big enough to draw blood.
His ass cheeks were red with tiny indentations.
“You’re going to need some TLC on those cheeks, honey.”
She didn’t miss the corners of his lips curve upwards into an eager smile.
“Not quite yet. First we’re going to give this table a workout.”
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