by Ayers, Suzy
He slid her body back on the massage table and laid her down. His eyes were intense still as he attached each leather strap to her wrists. Then a blindfold was put over her eyes.
She bit her lip nervously as the black satin closed her eyes into darkness; unable to see Tim, Carrie, or even Jarred. Her body shivered, as hands traced her every curve. He started at her cheek, down her neck, her clavicle, to the center of her cleavage and around each breast. She whimpered, as he taunted her flesh. Next he moved to her soft belly and caressed her skin, across her belly button. Over to her hip, as he traced her pelvis and then moved back inward to her mons. The pressure was just enough to make all the goose bumps crawl out of their hiding places. Oh god, is Tim going to watch? Is Carrie? Two fingers then slid down the wet crease and parted her open; her mouth opened in synchronization. A slight breath spilled through her mouth. Knuckles gently rubbed on either side of her hidden clitoris and coaxed it out. She moaned and rolled her head.
A drop of wetness sat precariously on the tip of her hardened nub. Reflexively pointing out to him now and a firm pressure from his digit on her clit made her jump and then groan in agonizing need. A need for release. Two fingers slid inside her sopping wetness.
“Mmmm.” Keira’s legs moved up to hold him in place, to force him further, deeper. Sighs and exhalations of moans escaped her pleasured, half-covered expression.
The room was so quiet; the only sounds were that of her own breath in a rapid pace of anticipatory need and his slow and steady one. Then she heard the sound of his pants, his zipper, the sound of the material, as it slipped from his legs to the floor and then his underwear. Then the unmistakable sound of a condom wrapper. She wondered what he looked like in that moment, imagined it. She licked her lips and wriggled her wrists bound out to her sides. The scent of leather, a musky basement, her own arousal, she smelled it all on a hyper-alert level, blindfolded. His hands ran from her knees down her thighs; as his body pressed her legs apart. She felt the warmth of his hard dick pressed to the vertex, it taunted her, she ground her teeth as her pussy clenched. All the muscles tensed at the mere closeness. The tip pierced the opening and she felt the mushroom head expand inside; flare as he pulled it back. Jesus. Stop teasing me. She felt a tug on her already swollen and tender nipples from his hand on the chain, she fought to cry out. But her mouth opened and her face contorted into a grimace. The fire of the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure, as he slowly dipped inside her slippery folds. A long moan escaped through her, in a nasally tone. She was reminded of her bound wrists, as she tried to wrap her hands around him. It hurt her heart that she couldn’t feel the closeness she craved, she needed, she wanted. She dared not say anything. Grateful for the blindfold, for her eyes would have betrayed her.
His full weight was on her, and his length teased at her cervix; tantalized it. His hands brought her legs up and she gasped, as she felt every thrust, deeper, longer, stronger, then the last. He was breathing heavy, excited, excited by me? Slowly she felt her cervix melt under the punishment he was inflicting on it.
“Please, I’m so close.” She said in a decibel that barely registered a whisper.
He grunted and gripped the flesh on her thighs harder; she imagined the mark it would leave.
“Ahh!” She cried out, as her body took over and she felt an orgasm quake from inside her womb and radiate down in a gush of warm fluid.
“Oh, fuck!” He thrust four or five more times; forced his hot seed and it splashed into the condom, trapped inside.
“Tim?” Keira whispered and smiled. She recognized his voice the instant he said those two little words.
Tim removed the blindfold and Keira’s entire face lit up. Tim was sweating and leaned over to unbind her wrists. “Hi honey.”
“Hi.” Keira said tentatively. “That was…amazing.” She bit the corner of her lip. She put her arm around him, as he helped her sit up.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Tim cradled her under his arm and kissed her temple lightly.
Keira noticed they were alone. “So, um, I-” Shit! I thought it was Jarred the whole time.
“Keira, I think we can try and recreate that at home.” He pulled back.
She nodded. Is he letting me off the hook? “Let’s go take a shower.”
Tim pulled his pants back on and they went upstairs to shower and they fell asleep in each others arms.
Chapter 13
Keira awakened by the golden morning light in Jarred’s bed, unsure who brought her there. She had passed out from exhaustion after the late afternoon session yesterday. Unease slowly bubbled to the surface once she realized Carrie wasn’t there. She was cocooned in the warmth of the blanket, her naked body brushed his skin and she was fully aware of his proximity.
“Good morning.” His soft voice and eyes reflected on hers.
Her eyes glazed as she looks at him thankful he and Carrie had allowed them in their world and hearts. “Where’s Tim? Carrie?”
“Upstairs.”
Keira pursed her lips. She shouldn’t have ill thoughts; look at what she’s doing. She shied her mouth away, afraid her bad breath might kill him. “Can I ask you something?”
He looked at her puzzled. “Are you- are you and Carrie faithful to each other? I-I-mean well obviously this,” She motioned between them “is an exception, and I know you go to events.” She bit her lip to shut herself up.
“Yes.”
“You love her.” Her eyes studied his and his whole face began to smile.
“Yes.”
“I think I knew that, before I met you two.” She shielded her mouth. “Sorry, I need to brush my teeth.”
“I’ll get it. Stay there.”
“Yes, sir.” While he was gone her mind swirled as to why. Why she couldn’t get her own toothbrush. What were Tim and Carrie doing? Her eyes misted. She shouldn’t be jealous. Her heart shouldn’t feel like this. She was a hypocrite. A selfish hypocrite.
The chill from his absence made her pull the blanket tighter around herself. She heard something tumble and fall from the nightstand. When she went to look, she saw that it was a small silver box. She moved over to it and picked it up. Something rattled inside. Great Keira. She sighed.
She looked into the tiny box nervously, quickly, before Jarred would return. It was a beautiful ring, an intricate Celtic design of never-ending circles with tiny green stones. She replaced the ring into the holder, noticing the engraving inside. It had a heart and said: my little one. Inside the lid of the box said ‘No beginning, no end’. She closed the box; scooted back over and buried herself under the blanket, as she heard him returning. She smiled at herself. Carrie will be so happy. Their relationship has no end, so beautiful.
“Angel.”
“Yes, thank you sir.” She stood quickly taking the brush from him. Instantly her flesh shrunk and tensed to the colder air. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. Her eyes looked sorrow filled but her heart felt fuller then it had in years. She was a bundle of contradictions. She washed the tears that escaped away and leaned on the sink. And that same song began to play in her head, one by Birdy, Shelter and she couldn’t help herself from singing a few lines.
She was lost in the emotion of the song and more tears fell as she sang the sad sweet song. Jarred’s hands touched her flesh and shivers consumed her, as her eyes burst open unaware of his presence. She turned to him and he drew her in to his body. Comfort in a touch.
“You have a beautiful voice.” He whispered.
“Thanks.” She pulled back and wiped her face. “I love to sing. But I don’t really do it in front of people.” She smiled wearily.
He led her cold body back to the bed and she curled back under the covers. A kindness showed on him that she hadn’t yet seen.
“Why am I in your bed again? If I may ask sir.”
He walked around and said nothing. Her heart pounded; maybe she didn’t want to know. He lay beside her. She swallowed back her nerves when she
saw the gentleness had all but disappeared.
“Sir?” She squeaked; her chest began to rise swiftly. How does he do that? Make me wet with a look. At least before she had Carrie and Tim; it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him. However, if Tim was there to participate, she felt a sense of security in her marriage.
He went beside her and his hand held her throat. Her world calmed, as she locked into his soul and everything else disappeared. She hadn’t noticed that he had nipple clamps, those scary ones that looked like Grecian symbols and she knew that they hurt like hell.
The first went on and awakened every nerve in her body; she bit back the pain, until the pleasure began to ring through. The second one clamped on and she let her scream fly out this time. As she opened her eyes again to meet his, it was a dance, where he waited for her response for more without words. What she hadn’t expected was for him to tighten them and she instinctively grabbed his forearms and arched her neck back. It was the first time she wasn’t restrained, yet. He remedied that with leather strapped handcuffs. They pinched at her wrists, as he hooked them to the headboard. Her lips trembled as she began to feel the excitement churning inside her.
He leaned down so close to her face. “So beautiful, this skin of yours. Can’t wait to mark it up.”
She tilted her head back slightly as she gasped in a breath. He took the opportunity to kiss her lips gently. “Sir, I’m out of practice.” She admitted. Somehow that sentiment felt more vulnerable on her lips then anything else she had done.
“With what?”
“Kissing. We don’t kiss.” She couldn’t pull her eyes away as much as she felt ashamed, embarrassed.
With that knowledge his hand slid behind her head and he pressed his lips to hers. Her heart thudded against her ribcage as she tensed. Nervous to kiss another man, to displease him and even more nervous as she began to enjoy it. Her muscles relaxed as he took his time, the warmth penetrated her and her mind clouded. She yanked at her tethers at her wrists, she wanted to touch him. She sighed inside the kiss, as his tongue folded around hers and then his weight on her chest, the piercing pain and pleasure made her cry out in the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He forced his lips harder. Her sex tingled in the excitement, as his hand moved between her thighs. She moaned as pleasure became the predominant feature as it encased her body.
“You won’t come, until I tell you.” He said.
“Yes, sir.” She clenched her sex; forced the quivers to calm that threatened orgasm.
“You better not come, angel.” He repeated and his hand unrelented, as two fingers slid in and out. He focused on her face.
“Yes sir, no sir.” She had no idea what she was supposed to say. Concentrate Keira. Show him you can pass this test. She looked past him. His eyes were too penetrative. But the picture on the wall of a couple engrossed in a kiss was too much of a reminder of what she had just experienced. She couldn’t control it. Her pussy clenched and twitched as the climax took hold. “I’m so sorry sir.” She pleaded as she saw his disapproval. “Please sir!” He unbuckled the straps that held her wrists.
“Turn around.” He re-strapped them so she faced the headboard on her knees.
She looked back and was sorry she did. “Please forgive me. I’m sorry. Please.” She pleaded. Fear was what she felt when she saw the cane. “Please.” Her eyes didn’t leave his.
He laid it down on the bed and she was able to breathe. Then he pulled out the paddle. He moved to the side of the bed. She whimpered and dropped her head before he began. I can do this.
The first blow struck her with such a force she cried out, as she felt it to the core. It shook her from where she was; she separated her will, from her need to please. The subsequent blows rocked her and she cried; tears streamed down as she apologized feverishly. He stopped and she felt the shift of weight on the bed, suddenly aware of him as he rubbed her sore ass. He spoke some words and she was still somewhere else in her brain, she barely heard him.
His hand came to her bare throat from behind again. “Keira.” He startled her back to him. “Don’t come.”
“Yes, sir.” She whispered. Her knees ached and wrists hurt so badly. She heard him unwrap a condom, but she made no motion to move, not a sound. Is this really happening? Is he really…
He slid inside her pussy from behind and she winced from the contact of him on her burnt skin. She tried to grab the headboard something to steady their weight.
“Please sir. I can’t hold myself up.” There was no concern for her to come and she was grateful for that.
One of his hands separately released the wrist binds as the other held her at her belly to steady her. He pulled out sharply and rolled her around like a rag doll. Relieved she laid in his arms as she tried to tame her breath. He laid her down and her scorching skin blazed against the bed.
“I’m sorry sir.” Her head rocked back on the pillow as she tried to quell the pain and draw it inside her.
Jarred pushed her knees back and his thumb inside her rectum, which made her gasp. Oh please. That would kill Tim. He moved down between her thighs and she moaned at just the anticipation. What is he doing? The tips of his index and middle finger barely intruded into her pussy, as his thumb rubbed back and forth on her excited nub. She jumped and her hands slapped down on his back. She tore at him as soon as he moved closer, but it was only a tease. Just the heat of his breath radiated against her wet pussy and it sent her into a wild frenzy. She squeezed her legs together and whimpered; forced her mouth not to say a word. His index finger slid all the way into her puckered anus and she cooed in pleasured peaks, as his other hand pulled on the chain that had lay nestled between her heaving breasts.
“Yes, please sir.” She pleaded with her eyes squeezed shut.
He moved along her body and released his hands from her. He took something from the nightstand. His shaft slid between her thighs, glided into her sticky and slippery cunt. A small curve of a smile took over his lips. His hands reached around her hips and pulled her legs up and it forced her cheeks apart to allow him entry into that tiny star. She was unable to see what he did next, but she jolted as the cold liquid touched her sensitive skin. He moved it along the shaft of his condom covered dick and then a breathy sigh escaped his parted lips, as his eyes momentarily closed. The motion wasn’t gentle, but not painful.
It was smooth as he glided in and the pressure of his hands on her thighs pulling one direction, as he thrust the other made her moan in pleasure, pleasure of his girth, as it forced inside her ass. But also pleasure, as she saw it on his face. That he allowed her to see that vulnerability. Her hands slid up his arms adorned with tattoos, they scrolled along in fascinatingly curved splendor as the muscles rippled with every thrust. The black markings graced both his shoulders in thick geometric designs. Damn, why does he have to have such fucking fine arms? Her cunt had an instant shot of what her mind felt, attraction, arousal and desire. Wetness oozed out and she moaned as another climax began to take hold of her. She drew her body up to his in hope that the tightness would force his orgasm out. Her cheek against his shoulder, and his scent overwhelmed her need further. She sunk her teeth into his flesh, as the bittersweet pleasure and pain in her nipples pressed against him and pulsated to her crotch.
He let out a low growl. “Come angel, come.”
In that moment she couldn’t though, so focused on everything else. “No I-” Her breathless words escaped without her knowledge. “I want to please you.”
“You have. Now come.” His lips touched hers in tenderness and her hands threaded through his neatly trimmed hair.
She wanted more, needed more of him. His mouth claimed hers and his fingers spiraled around the chain, tighter. The pain became sharper. She concentrated on that; on him, still hard inside her ass. She screamed out and tore at the flesh on his back, as her scream shattered the space of the room. Her orgasm exploded out of her with so much force she shuddered. She gripped his body tight to her as her forehead pressed into the crook
of his neck. “Please take the clamps off.” She whispered. All she wanted to do was enjoy the pleasures of the orgasm and none of the pain. Her world sunk into blackness, as she felt his arm surround her in warmth.
*****
Tim and Carrie went downstairs.
“Tim, I promise I will tell you if anything is incorrect. We’ve discussed how to hold the different implements. I want you to show me technique. What do you want to start with?” Carrie asked.
Tim was hesitant and trembling. Surely he didn’t want to do the wrong thing or hurt Carrie, even look foolish. He shrugged and wrung his hands nervously.
Carrie put her hands on her hips and gave him a fierce look. “You need to take charge. At least in the bedroom. So pick something.”
“Spanking.” He said with a little gusto.
Carries face curled into a mischievous smile. “Alright then.”
It was the easiest thing for him to pick, so he thought, however Carrie corrected him plenty. Tim had her on the spanking bench, afraid he would become too turned on himself. She requested he try many different things to spank her with. As he did he began to feel more comfortable. She did have him pull her over his lap.
“You need to ensure she’s correctly aligned on your lap. And that you are firmly holding her. You don’t want to strike her in the wrong spot.” Carrie assured, as she stood and righted her outfit.
Tim stood and quickly adjusted his pants, annoyed he couldn’t control his own body for five minutes. Then he could hear Keira screaming and it stabbed right through his chest. Their last tests were separate from each other and it pained him.
Carrie was checking her phone.
“She’s alright.” Carrie reassured him and touched Tim’s arm.
Tim nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. “So what else? I mean I can’t have sex, no offense I just-”