"Riley . . . oh God, please, Riley," she whimpered, her body shuddering, longing for release.
He played along for a few moments, teasing her, letting her think she'd be allowed to climax, to luxuriate in the sensations, then when her body started to flush, darts of red rushing to the surface of her breasts, her pussy lips engorging, he removed his fingers.
"No, no, no," she cried then more angrily between pants of breath, "Dammit, uncuff me, Riley! If you won't fuck me, then Dylan will!"
He grinned at her show of defiance, not at all annoyed or angered by her words. He quirked a brow then said, "Sit up on your knees."
With a glare she complied, but only because she thought she was about to get her own way.
That was obvious to him. Sitting on her heels, unconsciously in the position he wanted her to be in, legs spread, pussy splayed for his view, he murmured, "Raise your arms," he grabbed them then lifted her slightly and lodged the chain of her cuffs on to a hook that protruded from the low ceiling. It wasn't there for bondage purposes, more than likely it was to hang mosquito netting around the bed, but it played in well with his plans.
He couldn't deny the picture she made, bound for his pleasure, in a position she'd never before considered. She was raised slightly from the bed, but no longer touching her heels, as although the ceilings were low, they weren't that low. Her legs spread for balance now more than anything, the mouth of her cunt gasping to be filled. She looked glorious. She also looked pissed off. With a smirk, he walked over to a night stand drawer, opened it and looking inside for a dildo. Grabbing one, he coated it with the slippery hot lube from before and walked back over to the bed to see that she hadn't changed position. Smiling his pleasure, he said warmly, "If in the next few moments, you hold back and don't climax, you'll be one step nearer to me fucking you."
Glaring at him, she hissed, "Why would I want to be fucked by you?"
"We both know the answer to that." Reaching down, he grabbed his dick, jacked himself off for a few seconds, all the while watching her eyes glaze over as they followed his movements before continuing evenly, "Drop the attitude, Claire." The lack of emotion behind his words spoke far louder than anger could have.
She tensed, looked into his eyes, and saw that he meant business then lowered her own in compliance.
Nodding to himself, he sat close to her on the bed, ran the vibrator along her cunt, allowing the lube to touch the sensitive skin but never for too long. Then he slowly pushed it into her, saw the pleasure at being filled on her face, heard the hitch in her breath. Then buzzed the vibrator and saw an electric shock pass through her limbs. He knew it would be impossible for her not to cum, but continued relentlessly, there would be more times to teach her. He just wanted to sit back and watch her torture herself. This was what he meant when he told her that a climax wasn't the be all and end all of sex. He wouldn't cum from watching her, but that didn't take away any of his pleasure in seeing her squirm.
With a smile that she didn't see, he thrust the cock deep, saw her squirm around it then buzzed the vibrator once more, that jolt came and went again. Slowly he pushed in and out, allowing her to accustom herself to the safe movements, then he let go.
With a squeal, her eyes opened and she muttered quickly, "What are you doing?"
"You'll have to do the hard work yourself, babe," Riley said easily, settling himself back on one elbow to watch the show, hiding a smile when she gave a desperate glare at him. He knew how hard it would be to even try to clench her muscles around the dildo without cumming, without adding a lubricant to it that made it even more slippery and harder to grasp hold of, never mind one that set nerves on edge! It didn't take long for the vibrator to slip its way out, to just ride the mouth of her pussy. He grinned openly because he had her right where he wanted her. He reached for the cock, saw her open her eyes pleadingly in hope he'd continue the slow thrusts, then her body started rocking as he set the buzz on once more, this time leaving it on continuously, simultaneously setting fire to the bundles of nerves that edged the mouth of her cunt, riding the entrance and allowing vibrations to pass from her clit down to her ass.
The openness of her position left her literally wide open to feel every single sensation and, within seconds, her eyes were rolling, neck flung back, spine arched, hips rocking, her whole body a picture of a woman in the throes of climax. He left the vibrator on until she started whimpering. Riley knew she'd passed out from the intensity of her climax, the persistent tease of the cock was bringing her back to reality.
Chapter Four
Angrily, Dylan leaned forward and released the gag, "Answer me!"
"You didn't, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Audrey muttered helplessly, her mouth aching from holding the gag.
Eyes flaring, he said matter-of-factly, "You'll have to punished."
"Yes," she said compliantly. "Please punish me, forgive me . . . ."
"I don't forgive and I don't forget, but it will appease my anger." Sitting up in a crouch, he leaned over to release the cuffs and detach her from the bed. "Stand up," he ordered.
The change of pressure made her wince, as arms sore from their earlier position protested being moved and the presence of the plug in her ass made her jolt as she inadvertently pressed down on it. She managed to obey and stood in front of him.
"Go into that drawer and pass me the flogger," he said, pointing to the night stand drawer he'd rummaged around in earlier, waiting for her to return with the item. "Over my lap now," he ordered. He allowed her to settle herself.
She draped herself over his knees. It wasn't a comfortable position for either of them, but it reinforced who was in charge, and Audrey had to be punished for cumming without permission. The thrill of the punishment ran through both their veins, surges of excitement that made her pussy wet and his cock press hard against her side.
Smoothing a hand over her hip, he prodded the butt plug, pulled it out slightly, played with it, teasing her, keeping her on edge. He eventually pulled it out to the tip, then thrust it back it in to midway, then tapped the flogger against it, like a hammer hitting a nail home.
The action was gently done, but she flinched nevertheless in shock at the sound, cringing slightly, unsure of this new action.
He tapped it softly until it once more sat between her butt cheeks. Silence reigned for a few moments more, then without warning, except the whoosh of air, the flogger hit its mark, her ass cheek.
Crying out, Audrey tensed, but made herself relax, knowing that the punishment wouldn't hurt as much if her body was lax.
Dylan flogged the entirety of her butt, lower back and thighs, reddening everywhere, punishing her for her disobedience.
Audrey, although in acute discomfort, remained silent throughout the whole process, inhaling and exhaling deeply, breathing through the pain, at times she longed to cry out, but fortitude prevailed, and she relished in her silence, in the strength of character it showed her to have.
Within moments, Dylan flung the flogger away and barked, "On your hands and knees." Stalking away from her, he reached for the lubricant and coated his hard cock with the liquid, liberally and freely covering himself.
Walking back over to her, he started to cover her body with his own, allowing the wet trail of his cock to touch the heat of her sore flesh. He kept his weight partially on her, but the majority of his body was supported by the hand that rested next to Audrey's much smaller one. Reaching underneath, he tugged at the nipple clamps, played with her clit ring, spread the wetness from her pussy over her clit, teased it into hardness. Rubbing the heel of his hand against her, he whispered, "You want to climax, don't you? You want to cum so badly, but you know if you do, I'll just flog your ass again, until you learn. Next time it might be a whip. I'd enjoy seeing streaks of red dusting your ass, proof that you've misbehaved again, that you've yet to learn. Who knows what your punishment would be, but this little," he paused to twist the clit ring anti-clockwise and then clockwise, "clit is screaming out, isn't it?"
When she didn't answer, he yelled, "Isn't it?"
She lowered her head in a sign of agreement, regretting it as his fingers worked at her clit harder, rubbing and rubbing, playing with the ring, until it was so sensitive, she felt like crying out. Audrey knew that she couldn't cum, but how she longed to, his fingers knew just where to press, just how to touch. Somehow he knew that she liked the ring to be twisted, to be pulled, and for her clit to be teased until it sang for pleasure. Riley let her cum, took pleasure in seeing her climax from his fingers alone, but Dylan didn't. The thought of another punishment wasn't that loathsome to her, but at this moment, the flesh of her ass was too sore to take it, she knew that she had to please Dylan and, if this was what he wanted, then she just had to hold back, no matter how hard her pussy begged for release. Because it did. It was longing for a climax that she wasn't sure was coming.
When she showed no sign of climaxing, other than an extremely tense and rigid body, Dylan smiled in pleasure. He stopped teasing her immediately, instead sat up and removed the butt plug. He let the hair on his thighs brush the sensitive flesh of her own reddened legs, and, grabbing his cock, he pressed the tip to the pucker of her ass. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he thrust slowly, allowing each and every muscle to caress every centimeter of his cock. The plug had already opened her up, but she was still tight, his cock had to forge its own path, and it enjoyed every second of it. Fully ensconced in her heat, he sighed his pleasure. Flinging his head back, he grabbed her hips and started to ride her, his moans mixed with her groans. Sounds of pleasure filled the room, the slap of flesh against flesh loud in the otherwise stillness of the night.
It wouldn't take long for him to climax and he knew that she was on the way to cumming as well, so he changed the position, covering her, the wall of his chest resting against her back. His hand moved down to her slit, filling the wet gash with his fingers wasn't difficult. He played about, rubbing his cock against his fingers, only the thin membrane separating them, allowing him to rub the length of his dick as well as pleasure her. He rode her long and well, his climax knocked him for six, took him completely unaware. Darts of pleasure shot up his spine, lights exploded behind his eyes, his cock literally tingled in pleasure. Throughout those wonderful seconds when he was blind to everything, he felt Audrey admit defeat, felt her own orgasm, the release of fluids surrounding his fingers. Both became insensate to the pleasure that filled and surrounded them.
Chapter Five
Wearily Claire raised her head and gave a weak glare at Riley, who merely looked at her innocently. Shaking her head in annoyance, she took stock of her body, her legs were tired and aching from the position they were in. Her back, arms, and shoulders were sore from being stretched. Yet despite that, despite the discomfort and the fact that she'd only just climaxed, a persistent dragging fire raced through her veins, tugged at her lower torso. It wasn't enough, and she felt cheated. It didn't matter that she knew Riley was in charge, that he'd punish her for misbehaving, hell, her sore butt was testament to that! But still, a surge of aggression gave her energy, and she hissed, "That was unfair."
Riley smirked, "It was rather unfair, wasn't it?"
"Pig!"
"Tut-tut, don't forget who's in charge, Claire."
Her entire body tensed as she remembered how this whole damned evening had started. She raised her hesitant gaze to his and said, "I know you're in charge."
He heard the defeat in her voice, but instead of being pleased by it as she'd imagined, he chucked a hand under her chin to raise her eye line to his and replied, "You don't have to be scared, Claire. Dislike me for being unfair, fight me and play with me, in the end I may punish you, but you don't have to be frightened. You'll always enjoy it in the long run."
"I wouldn't be frightened if it weren't for the fact that you could send me to jail!" Her voice was quiet, but there was some defiance in her tone.
Riley laughed deeply, shook his head as she glared at him again, and, with an amused smile, said, "Glad to see that your docility didn't last long."
"Will you be arresting us?"
There was a short charged silence, and, had Riley been wearing a collar and tie, she thought he would have tugged at them to stop them from choking him.
He said haltingly, "I am a cop, but you were never going to be arrested at the end of this evening."
Claire's head shot up angrily, "What do you mean by that? Do you mean this is some sort of joke?"
"No, no joke. It was never meant like that. Dylan and I have known each other for years, since high school. Audrey and I moved back to the city last year, we got back in touch, got to talking about swinging. Neither of us had done it, thought it would be a good thing to do, so we concocted this plan."
"Well, why the hell didn't you let me in on it instead of letting me think that I was about to spend the night in some shitty cell for prostitution while my babies are at home with my mother wondering where the hell I am?" Claire yelled then tugged at the restraints that attached her to the ceiling. "Let me out of this, damn you! Where the hell is Dylan? I'm going to kill him!"
Riley stood on his knees, walked over to her, and snapped, "Claire!"
Her head immediately flung back to look at him, not in fear, but in the realization that he was back in charge. Eyes wide open, she looked at him and waited for him to continue.
"Think about it. Would this have made the same impression on you if you had known?"
Tilting her head in consideration, Claire had to concede that no, it wouldn't have. There had been a freedom that she'd never known before. She'd had no real choice in this situation. It was do it or go to jail. Could she deny that this whole experience hadn't been exhilarating? No, she couldn't, because it had been thrilling and exciting, which, without the threat of being arrested, wouldn't have been the same. She relented slightly but was still annoyed at Dylan. It didn't matter that the whole thing had been a set up. It was totally out of order for him to have behaved in that way. He was her husband, there to support and protect her. He was not there to throw role play into real life! To terrify her and force her into the unknown just for his own pleasure. Nodding abruptly, she admitted, "It was . . . different, that I'll admit. But that doesn't make it right." Her body stiff and tense, she asked softly, "Please, will you release me Riley?"
"Of course, Claire." He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, trailing his mouth over her jaw line, along the curve of her neck and down the line of her collarbone. On reaching her breasts, he pressed a kiss to each peak, then straightened and detached her from the hook in the ceiling and proceeded to untie the cuffs. Gently rubbing the sore skin of her wrists, he started to massage the tender flesh, then worked his way up her arms to knead at her shoulders and upper back.
Stretching out on the bed, Claire, despite her anger, luxuriated in being touched, in Riley's touch. Her passion hadn't been doused by her shock, it had merely been simmering, and now, being touched by this sexy man who wanted her, it had returned full force. When there was a knock at the door, her head snapped up, and she watched Riley climb from the bed and walk over to the door.
"You told her?"
Claire heard Dylan's voice, she was still pissed off at him. No amount of massage or orgasms would change that, for a while at least!
"Yeah, he told me," she answered him, her voice raised in anger.
"Take it that means you're unhappy?" Dylan asked blithely, walking easily into the room.
She glared at him, could see the lack of repentance in his stance. "Damn right, I'm unhappy. You had no right whatsoever to do this to me, Dylan. We're supposed to share stuff like this. We're not kids anymore, acting without thought to the consequences. How did you think I'd react to this? Did you expect me to be pleased? I've spent half the night with a stranger because he's a cop and might arrest me for soliciting! This wasn't in the game plan we agreed upon. You're totally out of order."
"Look, you enjoyed yourself, didn't you?"
"Th
at doesn't even come into it. Just because I climaxed doesn't make this hideous plan you both concocted together right!"
"No, it doesn't," Riley answered softly, "but, as we've already discussed Claire, you have enjoyed yourself, both of us have. You're right, we should have thought about this more carefully, about how you would take it. However, the deed has been done. No one has been hurt. We've all experienced something new and different. I, for one, know that I want to repeat the whole thing, and I think you would too. So . . . no real harm has been done, has it?"
She opened her mouth to answer in the affirmative, but his eyes flashed warningly, and he repeated warningly, "Has it?"
"No," she conceded stiffly, "but did I say I had a problem with you? He," she sniffed, "shouldn't have allowed this to happen. I'm not some close-minded nag of a wife, Riley. I'm open to everything and anything. Why did he have to arrange tonight like this? There must have been so many other different ways to have started this whole thing." She sighed, lowering her head, and whispered, "Never mind."
She felt Riley climb on to the bed, his hands returned to her back once more and began to slowly stroke the tense and knotted muscles. She shivered as he gently calmed her then felt the charge in the atmosphere as his hands slithered past her waist and down over her thighs. He kneaded those muscles, tense from their earlier position and slid his palms up her inner thighs. She stiffened in pleasure as they neared the apex of her legs and couldn't help but moan when they nudged her pussy and his fingers delved deep to rub at her clit.
Groaning into the bed, she allowed Riley to arrange her how he wanted.
He lifted her hips, shifted her knees so that she was kneeling with her butt in the air.
She heard rustling, felt the bed moving, and when a mouth sucked at her clit, licked at her pussy lips and thrust a tongue inside her aching slit, she recognized immediately that it was Dylan eating her. Spreading her legs a little more to give him more access, she rocked her hips punishingly to press his mouth harder against her. She jolted in shock when she felt fingers pushing into her ass. She didn't complain, but the dual stimulation worked wonders and a small climax jetted through her system, working her higher and making her want more.
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