by Robby Mills
“There’s your oh so important call.” Okay, so she could have done without the bitchy tone, but how many women want to hear their man would rather take a call than fuck them? “Better get it.” And, just to add salt to the bulging wound in his pants, Elly cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples.
“An hour,” he snarled and then turned and walked away.
“My vibrator can take care of me a few more times in an hour,” she shouted. His unpleasant curse followed by something sounding like whip and ass brought a temporary smile, but it didn’t last long.
Pouting never did come easy for her, but right now Elly pouted. Her bottom lip even poked out as she finished folding jeans. She stomped up the stairs, slammed drawers, stomped back down the stairs and then stood in the kitchen glaring at his door. Damn it, the kids were gone for the day. That didn’t happen, ever. They could be naked, fucking like rabbits, maybe even trying something new. Instead, Josh had a phone call. She would not let him forget this.
There in the living room sat the computer, looking as lonely and forgotten as her. Well, not for long. She could spend her time researching this new fantasy of hers. Elly stuck her tongue out at the door and then hurried to the computer. It didn’t take long to fire it up. Once the search engine appeared, she typed in “bondage”.
Millions of hits showed. She browsed through a couple of pages and then found one that sounded as if it might be helpful. After a few moments of loading, pictures of naked women bound in every way possible popped up. Some didn’t look very comfortable, others not so bad.
She clicked on one picture of a woman with her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold over her eyes. She read the few paragraphs below and learned there were many different levels of bondage. She flipped through other pictures to find the same woman on a bed, her arms tied at the corners and her legs spread wide with a bar between them. Instantly her heart leapt. She could do that.
Time passed quickly as she studied and learned. Safe words, whips, special chairs, stimulation, so much to remember. When she reached a video, Elly chewed her bottom lip and tried to decide whether or not to watch. Why not? She clicked the arrow.
The naked man stood in front of the woman who was kneeling, slapped her face with his hard cock and then forced her to suck him. Forced, yeah, not likely. She seemed to be enjoying it more than he did. When he’d had enough, he helped her arch back with her knees bent. Taking out a large vibrator, he teased her clit at the same time telling her she couldn’t come until he said she could. Elly wondered how that would be possible. Could a person really hold off an orgasm?
The woman begged to come, but when she seemed to be nearing the point of no return, the man stopped. “Oh, that’s cold,” Elly muttered. Cold, but exciting. Could she do it?
Next the man took a whip, much like the one she saw last night, and proceeded to flog her breasts. With each slap of her flesh, the woman moaned and her nipples hardened. Elly’s clit throbbed at the sight and sounds. To help ease the uncomfortable state, she pressed her legs together tight. As she watched it became clear the man wasn’t actually hurting the woman with the whip. It seemed more of a gentle slap. Then she remembered that the article said this kind of flogging brought the blood to the surface and made the flesh more sensitive.
When the leather strips flicked at her pussy, the woman bucked, cried out and pleaded to come. Elly’s hands shook and sweat beaded on her forehead. She wanted to try that. She wanted to see how it felt.
Her heart thrummed as the man stopped, lifted her up, turned her over and forced her shoulders to the ground and her ass in the air. This is what Josh did last night. Curious and excited, Elly leaned closer to the screen. The man rubbed some lube over the woman’s ass then smeared some on a plug that he gently inserted inside her butt.
Okay, she took that way too easily, obviously not a novice to ass play. Still, the act of inserting it, the way the woman cried out in pleasure, it turned Elly on. The man praised her for taking it, smoothed his hand over her cheeks and then proceeded to spank her until her flesh turned a bright red and handprints could be seen.
“Whoa.” That had to hurt, didn’t it? Josh didn’t actually hurt her last night. The sting felt good to a point.
The woman’s torture and pleasure continued with the whip’s leather tips licking at her exposed pussy from behind. Right there on the screen Elly saw the pink flesh swell and grow slick. Her Dom stopped, tested her flesh by inserting three fingers and then pumped hard. That seemed a little harsh. Elly shrugged.
Out of nowhere another man entered the picture. He helped the woman up, led her to a narrow bench where he lay down and she straddled him. He pulled and tugged on her nipples before sucking hard and then swatting at her tits.
“Yikes.” Not sure she wanted that, Elly focused on the other man.
The first guy came up from behind, pulled out the butt plug and then forced her even farther forward. At the same time, guy number two, the new man on the scene, gripped his cock and inserted it inside the woman’s pussy. Guy number one pressed his cock against her puckered ass and slowly pushed until he popped through.
Elly gasped. Two men at once. God, how full must that woman feel. The two men started a rhythm and before long the woman shouted, begged and received permission to come. From the look on her face, she came hard. When she settled, the men pulled out, pushed her to her knees and proceeded to jerk themselves off on her body. Spurts of cum splashed on her tits, face and in her hair.
After all the heavy breathing, grunts and groans, the woman looked into the camera. “It’s your fantasy, your body. Only do what you feel comfortable with and do it with people you trust.”
The video froze and the room went silent except for the sound of Elly’s heavy breathing. Holy cow, that had to be the hottest thing she’d ever seen.
“Another deep, dark secret coming to light?”
Josh’s voice startled her. Elly yelped, jumped and then cursed as she tried to catch her breath. Damn it, she didn’t really want him to know about this. Too late.
“I had to do something with my time since a phone call came first.” Nope, not ready to forgive him yet.
“You like that,” he whispered. “I never saw you as the type to have your control taken away.”
She shrugged. “I have to be in control all the time, here at home, at work. I never get to just sit back and let things happen.” She read that somewhere. “Besides, the submissive is actually in control. One word and she can end it all.” That idea appealed to her.
“And how do you know that?” Josh seemed genuinely interested and curious.
Elly pointed to the screen. “This site is more than videos. It explained a lot.” She got up from the chair. “I have to finish the laundry.”
Josh grabbed her wrist as she passed by. “Could you show me?”
Something about the way he asked, the true need to understand her desires and wish to fulfill them, touched her. All her anger fell away as she stared into his light-brown eyes. At first the sting of being discovered watching the video made her edgy and, well, guilty. Now, the woman’s words meant more.
Do it with someone you trust.
She didn’t trust anyone like she trusted Josh. “Sure.”
Together they sat at the computer reading, looking at pictures and watching videos. An hour in, Elly thought she’d explode. Her body hummed with need. Her pussy soaked her shorts and she couldn’t concentrate anymore. Josh, astute as ever, noticed. He stood, held out his hand and led her to the bedroom.
“We have a while before the kids get home. Let’s make good use of it.”
Chapter Six
Josh took his time undressing her, stripping off her top, unhooking her bra and sliding it down her arms. His gentleness, the way he let his fingertips caress her skin, made her shiver. Even when he knelt and tugged her shorts down her legs, he placed soft, sweet kisses on her hips, over her mound and between her thighs.
She had to hold on to his should
ers. Her thighs were quivering so fiercely she could barely stand. When they first stepped into the bedroom she thought all that viewing of carnal, rugged sex would have them tearing each other apart. Instead he took his time with her, adoring her body, touching and making sure every nerve ending tingled.
“I thought there wasn’t anything new to learn about you,” he whispered, filling his palms with her breasts and pushing them together. “It’s exciting, this new side I’ve discovered.” He bent down and slipped his tongue in the valley, licking his way up.
Dizzy with lust, Elly tipped her head back and moaned. His lips and tongue danced across her flesh, setting little fires that quickly consumed her body. The gentle pinches he gave her nipples sent a direct line of heat to her already humming clit.
“I always assumed that sort of sex would turn you off,” he murmured and then sucked one taut nipple between his lips, drawing hard until she cried out.
“Josh.” It felt so good, too good. “Don’t stop.”
He groaned, sucked harder and slowly backed her toward the bed. She could feel his control slipping, the tenderness giving way to eager, desperate hunger. Before the backs of her knees hit the bed she reached down and gripped his cock tight, sliding her fist up and down the shaft. Josh’s hips thrust forward. He arched her back, nipped her nipple and then pushed her back.
“I don’t have the proper tools to give you the type of pleasure we saw,” he told her in a deep, gravelly voice.
“You don’t need them.” What he’d given her over the last twenty-four hours was more than she could hope for. Simply lying here, watching him strip was pleasure he couldn’t begin to imagine. “Any more and I’ll melt into a useless puddle.”
He pulled his leather belt from his pants, ran his hand down the length and then folded it in half. “You don’t understand,” he whispered. “I need to give you what you desire, Elly. It’s important to me.”
She watched his hand stroke the leather, imagined it touching her already sensitive flesh. She wanted to smell it, feel it and wrap herself up in it. Hot liquid pooled between her legs, filling the room with the scent of sex. A dull throb pulsed in her clit, making the tiny button swell. God, she wanted him to touch her with that simple strip of leather.
Josh grinned, glanced down at the belt in his hand. “Maybe I do have something you like. Tell me what you want me to do, sweetheart.”
Her mind whirled out of control. Hundreds of responses bombarded her thoughts yet she had no idea how to respond. They weren’t kids experimenting with sex. They were adults, parents who should be satisfied with traditional sex. A basic need to be filled and then return to everyday living. Yet, right now, here, she wanted to feel that belt slap across her flesh, feel it wrapped around her wrists and tugged hard.
Confused and teetering on the edge of release simply by seeing him hold an instrument that could either bring her mind-blowing pleasure or pain, she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She trusted Josh with her life, knew he wouldn’t hurt her, so why did she struggle so hard with voicing her needs? The answer came swiftly. Because she was a middle-aged mother.
“Talk to me, Elly,” he pleaded in a dark voice. He snapped the leather, the crack sending chills racing across her flesh and a wave of quivering pleasure exploding in her head.
“I need to feel it,” she cried out, slamming her legs closed, hoping the pressure would ease the ache.
She met his intense, stormy gaze, knowing fear and trepidation were reflecting back at him. What would he honestly think of her for wanting this? Sure, right now it was hot, but later when their brains weren’t fuzzy with lust and she returned to washing dishes and cooking, how would he see this? She couldn’t bear to live with speculative glances and perhaps disgust.
“I want you to feel it, Elly, but you need to tell me how.” One hand reached down and unfastened his jeans, lowered the zipper and then he pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs.
Elly gave a desperate sob at the sight of his cock so thick and hard, jutting from the nest of brown hair. His flared, engorged head dripping with pre-cum made her inner muscles clench. She’d never seen him so hard and sexy, every muscle in his body taut and defined, as hot if not hotter than when he was in his early twenties.
“Is this what you want to feel?” he asked, taking the belt and wrapping it around his hard shaft loosely and then slipping it free.
The leather wound around his cock, rubbing his flesh, gliding over the thick vein protruding along the length. Josh’s hungry moan added to the erotic sight, fueling her need, making it so strong she had to suppress the need to beg. When he doubled the belt and snapped it again she jolted and whimpered.
“Or is this what you want.” This time he wrapped it tight around his cock, so tight the leather bit into his hard flesh and when he gave a hard tug his cock wept a pearly drop of pre-cum. “Oh God,” he groaned, “that feels so fucking good.”
At this point she’d take anything he was willing to do with that strap. Her hand snaked down her tummy and slipped between her legs. Spreading her fingers, Elly rubbed her swollen, wet flesh and dipped her finger deep inside her clenched opening.
“No,” Josh barked, stepping forward and pushing her legs apart. “No pleasure until you tell me what it is you want.” He slapped her hand away, lifted one leg and rested his foot on the side of the bed. Using his knee, he kept her one leg pushed far to the side. “Look at you,” he murmured, “So wet and pink.” He inhaled deeply. “I can smell you, sweetheart.” He pulled harder on the belt until his cock head turned a light shade of purple.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded, all shame and worry of how they’d look back on this gone. “Please, Josh, just fuck me. I need you.” Her entire body vibrated, even her fingernails seemed oversensitive.
His fingertips skated over the tender flesh of her inner thighs. “If you want me to fuck that pretty pussy then you need to talk to me. Tell me how you want me to use this belt.” He unwound the strap from his cock, groaned and then gave a long, slow stroke over his abused flesh.
Gripping the middle and leaving about four inches of leather, Josh slapped at her open pussy. The light sting had her hips bucking forward, her hands gripping the comforter and her back arching as a cry of supreme delight filled the room. “Yes!” she sobbed. “More.”
A low, rumbling growl sounded in Josh’s chest as he slapped her swollen flesh again, this time slightly harder. Elly was helpless against her body’s reaction. Her hips rose off the bed, her legs spread wider and she mumbled pleas for more. This is what she wanted, what she needed. Every nerve ending in her body screamed and begged for attention. A couple more hits on her throbbing clit and she would have the release she desperately needed.
“No, not like this,” Josh snarled. “You won’t come like this, Elly. You’ll come on my cock or you won’t come at all.”
The fierce, dominant tone of his voice jerked her eyes open and made her stomach flutter with delight. Yes, she wanted him to force her to hold back. Would it work? Could she do it? Right now it didn’t feel like it. Her orgasm had her entire body twisted so tight she could barely breathe.
Josh slapped her pussy once more with vigor and she thought she’d lost it. Elly held her breath, whimpered and demanded her body obey. When the last pulse of near release faded, she lowered her hips and felt a surge of satisfaction. Maybe she could do this.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep your legs open, Elly.” Josh crawled up the bed, straddled her body until his cock was positioned right over her breasts. “You have such gorgeous tits,” he whispered, tweaking her nipples. “Can we get them as sensitive as your pussy?”
She didn’t know what that meant, but right now she was in his hands and open for anything he wanted to give her. The first slap of the strap against her nipple was nothing short of shocking, but that quickly faded. Blood rushed to her breasts, her nipple peaked and when he struck again the little pink flesh grew so erect it nearly hurt.
“Don’t st
op,” she begged.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” He slapped the other nipple.
“Yes!” Oh, it was heaven. Elly reached up, wanting to hold his cock in her hand, feel how hard this was making him, but Josh pushed her away.
“I’ll blow all over your pretty tits if you touch me right now,” he warned. “I don’t want to do that. Not now anyway.” He reached back and seconds after he slapped her nipple with the belt, his hand slapped her pussy.
Elly clamped her jaw tight, growled through the need to come as her body arched and demanded it obey her wishes. She could feel sweat beading on her body from the force of her orgasm sitting so close. Dear God, when she came she hoped like hell she survived.
“You’re doing so well,” Josh whispered and then took the belt, looped it around her breasts and pulled until her fleshy mounds were squished together and her nipples were standing high and hard. “Look how pretty,” he murmured.
It didn’t hurt, but the pressure felt amazing. Elly looked down at her breasts confined by the leather, trussed up tight with her nipples spearing into the air and groaned. “Tighter.”
Josh obliged, snugging the belt and buckling it until her flesh mushroomed over the edges. “Too tight?”
“Perfect,” she answered, feeling her blood pound through her veins. “Suck my nipples, Josh. Take me to the edge.”
Keeping one hand on the belt, he reached back and smacked her pussy again. The jolt of pleasure had her breasts thrusting high into the air and he attacked. His eager mouth sucked, his tongue rolled the nub and his teeth pinched. Out of control and wild with lust, she thrashed back and forth on the bed.
It wasn’t only affecting her. Josh rocked his hips, letting his balls brush against her lower stomach as he groaned and moaned. Her stomach grew damp from his spill of pre-cum dripping onto her. She’d never felt so alive and so damn close to oblivion in her life. Each hard tug of her nipple made her clit throb until she was muttering commands to her body under her breath.