'Actually, you're probably the only person I trust at the moment. At least I know what your motives are around me.'
I nipped her neck with my teeth and let my fingers press a little harder. 'I am honoured.' Leaning in to whisper in her ear I then said, 'Will you let me tie your hands with the ribbon?' My fingers swirled and swirled around her swollen clit, taking regular dips inside her to lubricate their progress. Her whole body had just begun to tremble and as I stared into those deep, crystal clear blue eyes, I felt something burn brightly inside me.
'Will you let me come if I do?' she pleaded. Although she was trying her hardest to grind her body onto my fingers, they were never quite firm enough to satisfy her.
'I don't make bargains, Jennifer. Losing control is part and parcel of becoming a submissive. So, I ask again, will you let me tie your hands?'
Letting out a huff of frustration she placed her hands in front of her body and I wasted no time in securing them with the velvet ribbon. When I'd finished I surveyed my work carefully.
'You're not running away from me any time soon,' I said, somehow managing to keep a straight face.
'Very funny. Finish what you started, oh deviously delicious one.' She turned around and wiggled her ass in my direction. I put my hand to my forehead in mock horror. We had so much work to do.
'Try moving around, sweetheart.'
'I thought you'd got me in this ridiculous get up to stop me moving around.' Jennifer was getting a little fractious. She wanted her orgasm and she wasn't the most patient of people. Clucking my tongue, I waited to see if she would do as she was told. That was the only way she was getting the orgasm she desperately wanted, so she'd better play ball.
Flattening her lips, she grimaced before doing what I'd asked. Her steps were awkward, ungainly and exactly what was needed to show her who was boss around these parts.
'Why do you think I've put you in that?' I nodded towards the spreader bar.
'To humiliate me? To get your own back for all the horrible jokes I told in the hospital at your expense? Because you're just plain mean and nasty?' She said all of that and more as she slowly lurched towards me, one foot at a time. It would have been amusing had I not been so aroused. I could smell the scent of her sex on the air and I wanted to bury myself inside her so badly my whole body ached with longing.
'Wrong on all accounts, darling. I have put you in that so you know who calls the shots around these parts.' I then pointed to myself and said, 'That's me, in case you were wondering.' Her left lip twitched as she tried to supress a grin. I continued, 'I have also put you in that to slow you down. I don't think I'll be able to chase you around the house anytime soon.'
Finally managing to cross the short distance between us, she looked up at me and caressed the side of my cheek with her tied hands. The ribbon she wore around her wrists imparted a soft kiss of velvety smoothness. 'If I wanted to run I would have done so by now,' she said reasonably.
'I know,' I said, taking her hands in mine, 'but these days I don't want to take any chances. Besides, neither of those are the main reasons I have you trussed up like that.'
She raised her eyebrows, and used her tongue to lick her lip sensuously. 'Are they not? Then do spill the beans, my darling beast, because I need to know.' She pressed her body into mine and I swear I could feel her heartbeat through the thin gauze of her dress.
'The main reason I have your legs stretched wide apart like that is so that my fingers can dip inside you whenever it takes their fancy. I want to know when you're aroused and wet. I want those legs splayed wide so I can taste and take you whenever I want to, over and over again, knowing you will never be able to refuse me. I want you to get used to walking like that around me, to know your pleasure belongs to me, and to always be needful of me.'
A soft sigh left her throat, though I hadn't touched her, and I wondered if I'd done something wrong. Running my hand gently underneath her sex I said, 'Do you think you could get used to my demands? Do you think you might enjoy the thought of serving me?' The right answer was being encouraged from her lips by my fingers, which were moving a little harder and faster against her swollen clit.
'I don't think it's going to be a good look when I'm grocery shopping or at the gym. Imagine all the funny looks…' I chose that moment to pinch her clit and she shot forward and gasped out loud.
'We've already discussed the fact that you will not be grocery shopping and you'll have a personal trainer and gym available next door.'
'If you're signing me up with Elsbeth again that's going to be a deal breaker for us.'
'Is it?'
'It absolutely is,' she whispered uncertainly as my fingers found their rhythm and began playing a very fast tune.
'Are you sure about that?' They spun faster and faster, creating a little web of magical enchantment. All I had to do was time this just right and she would do anything I asked of her.
'Absolutely.' She nodded her head shakily, but it was an uncoordinated movement and I knew she was faltering.
'Oh. Well, okay then.' My fingers stopped abruptly in mid stride. I sighed. 'What should we do with the rest of the evening then? Watch some TV? Play chess? Perhaps we could lie in bed and do a spot of reading? You'd enjoy that right?' My wolfish look was back.
'Mark Matthews! You finish what you started or I'll… I'll…'
She tried to stamp her feet and failed miserably. I was going to fall in love with that bar, I was sure of it. 'Or you'll what, darling?'
'When my mother comes calling you are going to regret your high-handedness, oh decidedly evil one. Just remember I told you that.'
'You're probably right,' I remarked. 'But I'll take my chances nonetheless. Now, if we're done talking, bend over that chair and lift your skirts.' I waited to see if she would do as she was told. I wasn't holding my breath. It was just my luck to have landed myself with one of the most challenging, independent and feisty women I had ever met.
There was the longest pause, as if she was weighing my threat up in her head, before she then began moving towards the chair. I think I nearly orgasmed on the spot. Control yourself, I thought dryly. The fun and games were just beginning.
Elegantly draping herself across the arms of the chair, Jennifer thrust her ass high in the air and dragged her skirts slowly up over it. The sight was arresting, and for a moment or two I could do nothing but stare. The red organza framed her buttocks beautifully, and the picture she made was an exquisite masterpiece I could have framed and hung on the wall. I was such a lucky bastard. How had I never realised that before?
'You look amazing. I could stare at that ass forever. It's taking all the willpower I possess for me not to storm over there right now and sink my cock deep inside you.'
'Yay for willpower,' came the slightly muffled and extremely sarcastic response.
I shook my head, a little exasperated but now slightly more focused.
'So how many spanks should we begin with, darling? I wouldn't want to tire you out too much on the first day.' Stepping up close I ran my hand over the curve of her buttocks, and the satin smoothness that greeted my fingertips had me groaning.
'You're the old man. You just do as many as you're capable of before you need to lie down for your nap. I'll cope.'
My tongue firmly in my cheek, I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. I had created a monster - a gorgeous, fiery, sensuous little vixen. It would probably take me my whole life to tame her, but that would be half of the fun of it. One day she would be a purring kitten at my feet. One day.
Rubbing my hands gently across her buttocks again, before kneading them in my fingertips, I pressed myself up close and admired the feel of her warm body against mine. We fit so well together, she and I.
'Can you feel my cock rubbing against you, darling? Can you feel how much I need you? How much I've missed you?' My voice was liquid silk in her ear. My hands dipped between her legs again, teasing and tormenting, pulling gently at her throbbing little bud, watching as she squirme
d and moaned delightfully.
'Then take me,' she wailed breathlessly. 'I need you.' The desperation in voice was a glorious sound.
'Oh I will, but not before you've had your spanks. As you have accrued so many in the past few weeks I think we'll work them off in increments of fifty. If you're a good girl and bear them well, then I'll make sure we satisfy that hungry little body of yours. Does that sound good to you?'
There was all sorts of complaints after that, mostly about the fact that fifty was quite a high number, but I just spoke over them loudly, drowning out her voice. 'Excellent, darling. I knew you'd approve.'
Wasting no more time with words I began quickly, administering quick slaps that would do little more than serve as a warm up. Fifty was a big number, but I didn't intend to make her suffer too much. Well not in pain, anyway.
Gradually building up the strength and heat of the smacks, it wasn't long before Jen was wriggling away like an upturned ladybug. This wasn't just because of the slaps though. After each set of five I allowed myself a minute or two to play with her. She was already soaking wet, and after her fifty spanks I predicted she'd be leaving a little puddle of herself on my floor. Maybe I'd make her lick it up later. Watching her crawl around on all fours with her legs splayed wide was also going to be fun, and I was already enjoying myself immensely.
After twenty-five spanks, and much moaning and groaning, I thought I'd better check in and see how I was doing. 'Are you having fun, darling? We're halfway through. I bet things are heating up down there quite nicely, aren't they?' There was a mewl of frustration in response. It was utterly adorable.
'How many days will I have to endure this kind of treatment?' she whispered. If I wasn't much mistaken she was pretty horrified at the thought, which was excellent. I had her right where I wanted her.
'Well, at last count I think you'd earned somewhere around fifteen hundred spanks. So if we break it down to an even fifty per day, I reckon you'll be finished in around a month. That's an approximate figure of course, because it's entirely likely that you'll earn some more in that time, so I wouldn't count on going anywhere without an extremely red backside for at least a couple of months.' I wriggled two fingers inside her, and then squeezed in a third. Taming my wife was going to be extremely satisfying. I was already having more fun than I'd had in ages.
There was a hiss of frustration, followed by a leg wiggle, which probably should have been a stamp.
'I don't think I'll be able to do this every day for a month,' she whispered, grinding her sex onto my fingers as hard as she could.
'You'd be surprised at what you're capable of, given the right encouragement,' I murmured in her ear, patting her backside fondly. 'The only time you're going to get fucked around these parts is after you've endured your fifty spanks, and believe me, by the end of the week you'll be begging for them. Actually, knowing you probably by the end of tomorrow.' Withdrawing my fingers I began spanking her again, but this time with considerably more vigour. They were supposed to be a deterrent to bad behaviour, so there was no reason she shouldn't feel the last few.
I didn't hear another word, so I guessed she was either enjoying the smarting heat beginning to spread through her buttocks, or the talented fingers of my left hand were hopelessly distracting her. Although I wasn't a betting man, I would have probably put money on the latter. Intending to keep her hovering on the edge of oblivion until the very last spank was administered I took my time with the final ten swats, judging each with precision, skill and timing.
When the final spank had slammed into her backside she was sobbing, but not with pain. Jen was so aroused she was literally crying with frustration. She kept saying 'please' over and over again, and I was pretty certain I knew what would wash the tears away.
'Do you want me inside you?' I purred.
'Yes,' she almost screamed, bucking her hips back to tell me the kind of urgency I should precede with. Unfortunately for her I was in no hurry.
'Then ask me nicely to fuck you.'
There was another scream of mock indignation and she tried to stamp her feet again, but was met with nothing more than a jangle of metal. I really was in love with that bar. Maybe I could get it welded shut around those legs one of these days…
'Mark Matthews, you are the husband from hell. Please will you fuck your wife? Now that you've tormented her for the last hour or so I'm so damn desperate I might have to…'
I never found out what she might have to do. Thrusting inside her with one single swoop she completely lost her voice, and I have to confess that mine also disappeared for a moment or two.
'There, there. Does that feel better?' I asked, when I'd got a hold of myself and managed to find a decent rhythm between us.
'No. It needs to be much harder and much faster,' she panted.
'Too bad,' I said, although my body very much wanted to do the harder and faster thing. 'We're doing this my way. We'll start with slow and easy and work our way up.'
'But I need to come now,' she wailed, and I decided that I liked the sound of my wife wailing, so much so in fact, that I was going to make her wail on a daily basis. I would make it my mission in life. All this sex was going to interfere with my current workaholic ethic, so I'd need to figure that out too. There was going to be lots of change around these parts.
'You'll come when I say you can come and not before,' I growled, biting her earlobe. She sobbed in response, but there wasn't much else she could do. With the bar splaying her legs nice and wide I could pretty much do whatever I liked with her, and when my body was pressed up this close there was nowhere for her to go. Oh happy days.
'Do I have to beg?' The little whimper that escaped her lips was utterly adorable and perfectly timed.
I pretended to think about it. 'Yes, I think you might have to,' I finally conceded, deciding that any kind of begging was absolutely okay with me.
'Please, for the love of God, will you let your wife come?' she yelled. 'Else I might decide to divorce you after all.'
My lips flattened a little at the second sentence. She'd been doing so well to begin with, and it was such a shame to spoil it.
'Better try that again, darling,' I whispered, pinching her clit between my fingers. She was so swollen and wet, and now moved frantically each time my fingers touched her. Jen was more than ready, but I love to drag these things out. Besides, she'd never learn if we didn't do things properly, and I intended to go by the book - for the most part.
'Please, please, please let me come. You can chain me to the bedroom for a month if you'll just let me orgasm. I'm fully prepared to get down on my knees should it please you, Sir.' The emphasis on 'Sir' was quite impressive.
It wouldn't please me, because with the splint on my leg it would be nearly impossible to manoeuvre, but the attempt was a much better one all round and she deserved an eight out of ten for effort.
'Not bad. Now promise that you'll suck my cock at least three times before we go to bed every night and you might be getting somewhere.' What can I say? I couldn't resist winding her up.
'Just give me the damn orgasm! I'll suck you off twenty times a day if it'll make you happy, just let me come...'
The last syllable of 'come' went on forever, and I nearly fucking exploded on the spot. Holding myself back as best as I was able I just managed to utter, 'You may come, Princess.' Then she went off like a rocket and I wasn't even a split second behind her.
After we'd calmed down we somehow managed to haul each other back onto the bed, and I contented myself with exploring every single inch of naked flesh I could find beneath the shimmering red dress she wore. It was a very entertaining game, and even Jen made no complaints.
Married life wasn't half as bad as all my friends made out. I had absolutely no idea why I'd insisted on avoiding the glorious state of matrimony for so long. Whatever we had between us was something special and I intended to hold on to it as tightly as I possibly could.
Chapter Thirty-Three - Jennifer
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sp; When I woke up, at least a couple of hours later, Mark was still asleep beside me. The man was so damn hot volcanic lava looked cool, and the best part was that he was all mine. He was going to be an asshole to live with, I already knew that, but there would be plenty of perks to sweeten the deal. The sex was astronomically good and he wasn't a bad guy, truth be told. He might be one of the few men who could keep me safe from my father, and that would be an achievement in itself. As to my mother, well I didn't even know where to start. What did you say to the woman who'd abandoned you? I didn't care about her money, and I didn't much care for her company, considering she'd recently tried to kill my husband, but I guessed I owed her a chance to explain. It was something I didn't want to think about right now. All I wanted to do was snuggle up to my husband and hope he woke up soon. I was hungry again, and not for food.
Talk of the devil, he chose that moment to roll over onto his back and open his eyes, great big chocolate eyes that were filled with heat. I grinned at him. I couldn't help myself. Massive orgasms do that to a girl.
'Shouldn't you be sucking, darling? I wouldn't want you to fall behind on your obligations.' He reached a hand under my backside and squeezed. Yelping, I tried my best to wriggle away, but I was going nowhere fast with that bar still attached.
'I don't believe I promised to do anything,' I said sweetly. 'I might have said a few things in the heat of orgasm, but you can't later rely on that kind of thing. It flits in one ear and flies out of the other.' I batted my eyelashes at him and wondered where he'd go with that.
'You do realise you're still tied up?' he said. I nodded. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. 'Then I should probably torment you silly for the next twenty-four hours and make sure you don't get to come for the next week at least. I could probably add another fifty spanks to your daily tally, as well as…'
'I'm sucking, I'm sucking,' I said petulantly, trying my best to work my way down the bed with legs that didn't want to cooperate. It was kind of amusing to think that we were both crippled for the time being, although for entirely different reasons.
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