scene – pushing our limits

The Assignment – Part 3

August 29, 2013August 30, 2013 Mel Douleur

…continued from The Assignment – Part 2

“How would it feel if I sucked on it?”
“Oh… I… It would feel intense, I’m sure.”
“Get your sweet ass home and we’ll find out!” He growls deep into the phone. ”But keep me on the phone, I want to make sure you stay all wound up in the car.”

As we both drive home, He continues to ask me questions.

“Did the gel make your orgasm more intense this afternoon?”
“I’m not sure, Sir. It was pretty intense, for self pleasure, but that could’ve been because of the phone sex.”
“I bet you’re blushing right now… I love it when you blush.”
My cheeks flame red for about the thousandth time today. “Yes, Sir.”
“Mmmm, are you still wet?”
“Definitely.”
“Talk to me, I’m getting on the highway. Tell me what you were thinking this afternoon.”
“I was imagining you, standing in front of me, ordering me to touch myself. I pictured you sliding your hand over your… erection.”
He chuckles. “Pick a different word.”
“Dick?”
“Come on, wife…”
“I imagined you stroking your smooth, diamond-hard cock.”
“Mmmm, bet you’re blushing again!”
“I am, Sir,” I whispered. I love all this sexy joking around.
“When I was spanking my pussy, I was worried that someone might hear, but then I remembered what you said this morning about worrying. It felt so good, touching myself for you. I loved it.”
“Are you on hands-free?”
“Of course, Sir.”
“Are there cars around you?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good, put your hand in your shirt and play with your nipple.”
I hesitate. But, I am His to control.
“There goes that blush again. Is your nipple hard?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Imagine me biting it. Imagine me twisting the other one while sucking on that one. Are they both hard?”
“Uh-huh…”
“OK, stop, I don’t want you getting into an accident. …You have a tendency to close your eyes.”
“They’re open, Sir. There is a guy staring at me in the car next to me.”
“Mmmm, I bet you look so sexy playing with your tits.”
“He’s pulling in front of me… Now He’s staring at me in his rear view mirror.”
“Don’t follow too close. How far are you from home?”
“Ten minutes, Sir.”
“If I were in the car with you, I would pull open your shirt so he could see you touching yourself. I love it when other men want you. I bet he wishes he was in the car with you right now. But you’re mine, no one else can have you.”
“Only Yours, Sir.” I sigh, filled with love and lust and barely able to contain either, much less together.

He arrives home first and tells me when I get there, I’m to go straight to our bedroom and undress, bend over the bed with my hands behind my back and my feet flat on the floor, spread at least 3′ apart. I love it when He is explicit. I’m so turned on.

He hangs up and I speed away from the voyeur, slightly enjoying the momentary idea of Him watching me touch myself and stroking his own erection.

When I arrive, I rush inside and close the garage door. I hurry up the stairs to my closet. I don’t know where He is, but I follow His orders, taking only a moment to tie my hair back into a ponytail.

And I wait. The anticipation builds. My mind empties, as I try to reach for subspace. I never get there, without His help, but I get close when I’m naked, waiting for Him. Waiting for His punishment or pleasure, his teasing or torture, his Dominance.

It’s been quite a while, but I keep myself from looking at the clock. It is His time, not mine. Then I feel it. The electricity in the air. The vibrations on my skin. Like a radar detector, my body senses His presence.

His hands skim over my bottom. “You’ve been a very bad girl, but I almost don’t think I should spank you after the punishment you received last night. Your ass is still pink.”

I feel Him wrapping my forearms behind my back with His belt. “But, I cannot ignore the fact that you made my afternoon incredibly uncomfortable. Do you know how, Sweet Wife?” As He finishes binding my arms, He pushes His erection against my ass. His naked cock slides between my cheeks, almost entering me, but sliding through my slit to my clit.

“I… You… I….” My stammers earn me a smack to my right thigh. I take a deep breath, “I’m sorry I bothered You at work with my arousal, Sir. I understand that is what made Your afternoon uncomfortable.”

“Mmm, Good Girl. I’m going to punish you, but not like last night. If it is too much, or if you are too sore, tell me now. Use your safewords.”

“Play, Sir.” I exhale, not feeling very sore anymore, just wanting His touch, any way He wants to give it.

“I want you to count. And I want you to thank me.” His voice is low and His palms slide over my ass and down my thighs. He presses himself against me again, but He’s harder and it hits my wet hole. He forces Himself inside and when He pulls back out, he smacks me on the right side.

“Ah, one… Sir, Thank You,” I cry out, and He immediately slams into me again.

“Oh, God… two, Thank You, Sir.” He continues in this manner, jamming His cock deep inside of me and ripping it out, spanking me between and alternating sides until He can no longer stop to pull out completely. He pounds into me over and over, and I can’t count the blows. I’m floating in the stars until He grabs my ponytail and pulls my head back.

“Do you like this, dirty girl? Tell me what a slut you are,” he growls as He slows His pace, leaning over me and biting my shoulder in the spot that is linked directly with my clit.

“AH… Yes, Sir, I’m Your slut, …Your naughty, little slut!”

He pulls out of me, lifts me off the bed by my lashed arms, turns me around and pushes me to my knees in one fluid movement that makes my head spin. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

I lick and suck the head of His dick, swirling my tongue around the tip and tasting myself on His skin. Then I take Him into my mouth and push my lips down the shaft as far as I can. I stroke Him with my tongue as I pull away before sucking Him back into my mouth, further this time, until I feel Him at the back of my throat and He groans with pleasure.

After a few more of these suck and pulls, He grabs my ponytail and pushes deeper into my throat. I swallow and moan as He pulls back and thrusts into my mouth again and again. He lets go and I take over His rhythm, sucking Him deep and moaning as I pull back, sending vibrations through His skin. I feel Him trembling, He growls His enjoyment, grabbing my hair, and pushing His cock deeper still. I swallow against my gag reflex and He explodes into the back of my throat. I suck every drop of His salty seed as He quakes with the aftershocks of His orgasm.

“Oh, such a good, good, girl. You certainly know how to do that well.” He strokes my hair back where He pulled it free from my hair band, then walks around to sit on the bed behind me and pulls the band out gently. He glides His fingers through my hair then sections and braids it. When He wraps the band around the tail, He slides off the bed to kneel behind me.

He stretches His fingers around my neck, pushing my head back against His shoulder. His other hand glides over my breasts, pinching each nipple and tugging until I gasp. He tightens His grip around my neck as His lips find my ear. “Shall we check on our favorite little button?”

His hand slides between my legs, and He pushes my lips apart. My clit is only slightly aroused, and He tuts against my ear, sending shivers down my neck. “I guess hair braiding does hit high on a sluts lists of turn-on’s. Let’s see if we can find some things that are.”

He grips my pussy and throat as He stands, bringing me up with Him, like a doll. I whimper when He releases me. He spins me around and slides His hand around my throat again. “You like this, don’t you?” He growls and raises my lips to His but doesn’t kiss me.

“I wonder what else you like.” His fingers skim down my breasts while He kicks my feet apart, I stand on my toes so that He doesn’t loosen His grip. “Do you like it when I position you?”
“Yes, Sir…” I whimper against His lips.
“Do you like it when I tease you? Deny you the one thing you want more than anything in the moment?”
“Mmmmm…Yeah…” His fingers trail down my belly to my pussy and He smacks it lightly with the back of His fingers, and I moan.
“Oh yes, you like that the most…” He does it again, a little harder, several times and my knees grow a weak.

He spins me and sits me on the edge of the bed, then kneels in front of me. He pushes my knees far apart and grabs the bottle of clit gel from the table. As he spreads it one, I suck in a breath through and He blows on my pussy, cooling the mild burn caused by the gel. As my clit grows, He rubs in circles and blows, and I start to moan as I feel an orgasm building already. I clench my muscles and bear down, trying to stop the waves that are rising.

“No, no, sweet girl. Let flow. Relax and feel everything.” He lowers His mouth and blows directly on my my clit while sliding two fingers inside my cunt. He circles my clit with His tongue, testing to make sure the gel won’t come off in His mouth. I’m trembling and can’t sit up any more. I fall back, my restrained arms causing my back to arch. His sucks my clit into his mouth and I cry out, moan and writhe against His mouth. I tip over the edge, and He starts pounding His fingers in and out. I come apart, screaming His name and trying to wiggle free. He doesn’t stop though, and before the first orgasm ends, another is building.

He reaches His other hand up to pinch and twist my nipples, and the incredible sensations rolling through my body push me over the edge again. I beg Him, for what I don’t know. He finally releases my clit and growls at my to sit up.

I try but my muscles will not cooperate. He reaches up and grabs me by the neck, pulling me up to sit and holding me there while He holds His fingers inside of me. He starts stroking my G spot, and circling my clit with His thumb. I barely recognize the sounds coming from my throat and I feeling myself building again.

“I love the sounds you make, sweet girl, let me hear you.” He growls against my lips.
“Oh, Please Sir…”
“Please, What? What do you want? What will tip you over the edge?”
“Oh Please kiss me…”
“Ah, you can do better than that. Tell me, beg me…”
“Please! I want… I need your tongue in my mouth, I want…”

He lowers my lips onto His, and thrusts His tongue in, filling my mouth. I feel myself teetering on the edge, barely clinging to a massive climax, when He pulls away. “Come all over me, you sweet, dirty slut,” He growls against my lips, and I explode into a million pieces, squirting in His hand. Screaming and writhing, grinding against His fingers, this orgasm goes on and on until He finally stands and flips me over.

He rams into me from behind, pulling my hips and stretching my legs. I cry out as He thrusts into me again and again. “I want to see you. I want to watch you come again.”

He lays down on the bed and pulls me onto Him. My mind is having trouble catching up as His hands dig into my hips as He tries to guide me. I can’t follow, and in my haze, I must say “Pause” because He pulls Himself up to sit and wraps His arms around me. He strokes my hair and then reaches behind me to release my arms. He rubs my arms and raises them to wrap around His neck. He puts His hands on either side of my face and when I lean in to kiss Him, He whispers, “You need to tell me you’re OK, sweet girl.

“I am… Sir. Play, I’m OK.” I breath against His lips. As we kiss and rock into each other, I raise my hands to stroke His hair. He pulls away to look into my eyes and His expression is sweet and beautiful. “You are exquisite,” He whispers.

I tighten my arms around His neck and clench around Him. He feels amazing and my clit is hitting the perfect spot. I moan and sigh, and His lips trail down my jaw and neck. When I breath His name, I feel Him thrust deeper. “Oh please…” I groan, and He digs His fingers into my hips, guiding me as we both get closer and closer to lost.

“I love fucking you,” he growls. “I fucking love you,” I cry out. As we both teeter on the edge, He pushes His tongue into my mouth again and I gush around Him, pushing Him over, and we are both airborne. As I ride out the aftershocks, He collapses back onto the bed, then I fall onto His chest.

As I catch my breath, I ask Him if I completed my assignment well.

“Oh, Sweet Wife, you did absolutely.”
“Do I get a grade, Sir?”
“A+, baby. You aced it!”

I can only hope I do as well on the next one.

D/s Married, Fiction

Heat – Part 3

August 17, 2013August 18, 2013 Mel Douleur

…continued from part 2.

“I hope you can regain some energy, because we aren’t finished.” He says into my hair in a low, husky voice.

“I want more,” he growls, and my heart starts hammering in my chest again.

He holds me against His chest for a few more minutes, before helping me to stand. I lean back against the island, trying to regain my strength. He reaches over the counter and picks up our shopping bag from one of the stools.

“I can’t wait to see you in this new outfit.” He hands it to me and kneels down to pick up my clothes. As He stands, my Sir presses Himself against me.

“Looking at you, standing naked in my kitchen, is making it difficult for me to clean up,” He sighs against my ear, and I feel His dick, still hard, twitch against my hip.

“Go upstairs. Clean yourself up. Get ready to give me a show.” His empty hand glides up my body, over my erect nipple and up to my chin, a low rumble of appreciation coming from His lips. “I’m so not done with you…”

He pulls me away from the counter and steers me toward the stairs where He smacks my bottom, inciting me to move more quickly.

When I reach the second floor, I wonder how I could not be exhausted. The sum of today’s events should have completely drained me, but I feel more alive and energetic than I have in ages.

I’m on my way to my closet with my purchases in hand and, when I catch a glimpse of my self in the mirror. I’m struck by the reflection staring back at me.

I’m not the sweaty mess I expected, but radiant and sexy. My nipples are a beautiful shade of raspberry and still pointed, which seems like it might be permanent. My skin is dewy. My hair is messy, but with that ‘freshly fucked’ look. My stomach seems flatter, my face younger, my body sexier. Hmm… Have I found the fountain of youth?

I giggle at my myself and brush my hair out, then twist it up into a knot. I grab a towel and hop in the shower to rinse off. I quickly towel off and rub down my arms and legs with chocolate body butter. I step into my walk-in and slip into the new black nightie, thigh-high stockings and the chrome bottom stilettos. I take down my hair and brush it out again with my head flipped over. I decide to leave it down, because my Sir likes it that way, but I slip the hair band over my wrist, just in case.

After applying a little mascara, I step back to admire my Sir’s new purchase. The nightie has low demi cups sewn into the bodice, which lift my breasts and barely cover my nipples. It is edged in a satiny, silver ribbon, perfectly matching the shoes. The bottom is sheer, revealing that I have no panties beneath, with more of the silver ribbon along the edge.

I feel like such a sex kitten as I dab a bit of perfume behind my ears and step out into the bedroom.

My Sir is seated in a chair at the far end of the room. He’s removed His shirt and shoes, but is still wearing His pants. He is holding His phone and as I strut towards Him. He watches me approach with heat in His eyes and appears to click a few pictures.

The room is dim but slightly pink from the setting sun outside, and He’s lit several candles. I continue towards Him until He holds up His hand to stop. He twirls His finger around in the air, silently telling me to turn.

I spin in a slow circle, the back definitely revealing the absence of panties. He makes a low rumble of appreciation and takes several more pictures as I complete my turn.

“You’ve pleased me so much today, sweet wife. And I’m going to reward you, diligently, in a little while.” He holds up a pair of black leather cuffs and motions me forward with His finger, “But first, come here and turn around.”

I follow His command, very surprised to see Him holding cuffs. He has not shown any interest in buying toys in the past, and only recently began tying me with scarves and other items from our bedroom. As He pulls my arms behind me, he attaches them to my wrists and then to each other, then guides me to turn back around.

“Now, kneel in front of me.” His voice is like an aphrodisiac, and I notice my juices dripping down my legs as I start to lower myself in front of Him. He holds my waist, to help me to my knees, and then pushes them apart with His foot. “Further,” He growls when He meets resistance. I force my legs apart as far as I can, already panting and dripping on the carpet.

His fingers trace down my cheek to my jaw, over my lips and down my chest to the edge of the nightie. “This was a very good choice. I especially enjoy that it did not come with panties.” His voice is deep and His eyes glimmer in the candlelight. My muscles clench as His fingers near my nipples through the fabric.

“Hmmm, are you sore from my torture earlier? Shall I see how much more you can take?” His throaty whisper sends electricity straight to my pussy, and I let out a little moan. “Ah, I’ll take that as a yes.”

He pulls something from His pocket, and as He leans forward, I see it is a set of small, tweezer style nipple clamps on a thin, shiny chain. Oh, my. Sir HAS gone shopping!!

He slides His thumb under the fabric and pulls it down, under each breast. He attaches the left one first and I whimper slightly, but then moan as He attaches the other. He tugs lightly on the chain and I hiss at the interesting sensation. My lips part and my eyes close as His fingers continue to trail down my body until they reach under the nightie, for my wet, swollen clit.

I moan, arching for more, and hear Him suck in a deep breath as He slides his fingers into my slit, easily moving into my cunt. “You are so fucking wet. How can you be ready so soon? You must be a naughty little slut.”

I open my eyes to see Him withdrawn His fingers and bring them to His lips. “Hmmm, so sweet. Taste!” Then He rubs His fingers on my lips and slips them into my mouth. I lick and suck them, whining and panting heavily when He withdraws them.

“How about a taste of something else, dirty girl?” He says as He stands and pulls down His pants.

His hard cock springs free and I eagerly move forward to get Him into my mouth. “Patience, little slut…” He admonishes as he removes His pants completely and sits back down on the chair.

I lean forward, between His legs and swirl my tongue over the tip and then down the shaft. I kiss my way back up and then repeat the circuit several times before taking Him in my mouth. I massage the head with my tongue as I suck slightly and push my lips down over His length until I feel him at the back of my throat. I cannot take Him completely in at this angle, but I do my best, sucking, swirling and moving over Him until I’m moaning and I hear His breathing change.

I pull away and lick down His length again, to his balls. I cannot use my hands as I usually do, so I kiss them and suck them and then push him completely into my mouth again. I moan against His hot, hard dick when He grabs my hair, to control my actions. He forces in and out of my mouth, groaning when my teeth scrape against His shaft. I feel Him pulsing and suddenly He puts both hands on either side of my head, fucking my mouth and pushing deep into my throat. I gag with the a few thrusts, but swallow through them, causing Him to come unhinged, shouting my name and cursing.

His white, hot cum pumps down the back of my throat and I suck Him fully into my mouth so I can swallow every last drop.

When I pull away, He lays His head back, growling His appreciation and riding out the aftershocks of His orgasm. I watch Him, while panting and trembling from the strenuous workout my abs just managed.

After a few moments, He raises His head and looks at me. I can’t hold His gaze and drop my eyes to the floor. He lifts my chin, skimming my lower lip with His thumb. His hand glides down to my throat and He leans forward and kisses me.

His lips crush into mine and He thrusts His fiery tongue into my mouth. I moan and allow Him full access, rocking forward and up. But then He pulls back, leaving me stretching and straining for more.

“Stand up, face away from me, and bend down.” He commands. I pull myself back, and, struggling only a little, I manage to stand and turn. As I bend forward, He helps me to steady myself, with His hands on my hips. He lays my chest on a table in front of us and spreads my legs wide with His.

One hand falls between my legs, cupping my sex. He makes that lovely sound, deep in His chest and says, “Always so wet. You love sex, don’t you, little slut? You love all the dirty, nasty things I do to you and make you do…”

His fingers begin working in and out of me, as I moan my agreement. “Say it, tell me…” He growls and starts to pull His hand away.

“Please….” I beg, finding it difficult to form a statement.

He smacks me hard on my left cheek, it stings, and I cry out, “I’m a dirty slut!”

He rewards me with two fingers in my cunt, “Tell me, tell me what you like.”

“I like you fucking my mouth, I like swallowing your cum!” I moan and whimper, as He circles His thumb over my asshole.

“Why? Why do you like that?” He pounds his hand inside my dripping pussy while His other hand starts landing sharp blows against my ass.

“Because….” I’m panting, whining and pulsing for the touch that will send me over the edge. “Because I’m a dirty, nasty slut.”

The thumb on my ass hole slides back and forth, smearing my moistness up into the hole and then tries to push in while His other hand reaches beneath me. “Tell me what you love,” He breathes as He starts spanking my swollen clit, lightly, from under me.

“Ah….. I….. I love…. Ah…. I love what you do to me! AH….” One especially sharp blow makes me convulse, and He seizes the opportunity, kneading my clit while pushing His other fingers into me, harder and harder.

“Don’t come, slut, don’t come!” He yells as my pussy clenches around His fingers. When He feels me bear down, He pulls His hands away and I collapse on the floor in front of Him, writhing and whimpering for release, for more, for His Dominant touch.

He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, laying me on my side and separating my cuffs. He slips off my nightie and shoes, and then slides each silky stocking down my legs, while humming a low grown of delight. He then spreads me out, attaching my wrists to something at the corners of the bed. My head is spinning when I feel His fingers attaching cuffs to my ankles and stretching me so that I am completely open and exposed.

After a few moments, I notice He is gone. I search the room, but don’t see Him. My body is calming and my breath slowing, and I focus on listening for Him, letting my eyes close. I finally hear His steps and open my eyes. He’s standing above me, His eyes sweeping over my body.

“Is my little slut ready for more?” He whispers, lowering His face close to mine. I want kiss Him, but I cannot reach Him. He sees my frustration and lowers His lips to hover over mine.

“I can see that you are,” He grins and yanks the forgotten chain between my nipples, sending a dull ache through each one. I gasp and arch my back to give slack to the chain, but He tugs again. This time I cry out, and the pain seems to shoot right to my clit, which throbs and aches for His touch.

He chuckles and tells me it’s time for real fun. I can’t imagine!

I relax as He releases my tortured points and watch as He walks to the base of the bed. He pulls something from the floor and kneels on the bed, bending between my legs to kiss that most intimate part of my body.

His tongue swirls around my engorged clit, then His lips close around it and He sucks on it. The sensation is too intense, and I try to buck Him off but can’t. I cry out, “PLEASE.. No, please..”, but He doesn’t quit.

He pushes two fingers inside of me, and pushes up into that spot that burns, but feels so good. Then, as the waves build again and my body clenches and quivers, He pulls away completely. Again, I beg, “No, please, Sir! PLEASE!”

He takes no pity on me, and instead, kisses and strokes every part of my body, except the spots that would send me flying over my climax. I moan and beg some more, “Oh, please Sir, please let me come.”

“Not yet, sweet one. Not yet…” He breathes in my ear and His lips skim over my neck and jaw. My muscles relax and I begin to enjoy the frustration, and anticipate His next move.

As my breathing slows, He glides back down between my legs and kisses my pussy lightly. I hear something click on, followed by a low buzzing. I look down to see Him holding a wand and pushing it between my thighs.

The vibrations are jarring at first and I groan as He finds the right spot. His fingers slide into me, beneath the machine and the combination of pleasure is mind blowing.

He pulls the wand away slightly, blowing on my hot clit, and changing the direction of the waves. My mind clouds and when He smacks my clit several times and blows again, I can no longer think.

My body is just a bundle of electricity. His lips sink down to my clit again, sucking, blowing some more. Back to the vibration. I must have gone completely still because my Sir stops and asks me for a safeword. When I reply, “Play, Sir…” without opening my eyes, He rumbles, “Good Girl,” and pushes the wand back against me, His fingers working up into me at a feverish rhythm.

I’m sweating, and panting, and mumble, incoherently. Suddenly, He tugs the chain hard and the clamps release my nipples. The pain seers through me, deep into my cunt. The heat inside me is incredible and the waves of pleasure building inside are hypnotic. I can’t hear anymore and don’t even try to open my eyes. I am completely lost in the sensations pummeling my body.

He changes direction again, but I have no idea what he’s doing to me, I can only focus on the extreme pleasure flowing over me. It’s excruciating and uplifting and I suddenly realize how high I am, the waves inching me further and further. I feel a thud and more vibrations, and a gush.

All of my nerve endings fire. All of my muscles quake. And then I’m soaring through my own body, feeling everything. The waves continue to crash against me, my pussy clenching tightly around Sirs fingers. I hear Him, turn off the wand as the tremors continue to rack my body.

“Is that enough, nasty girl? Or does my little slut want more?” He growls, hovering over me, His sweat dripping on my breasts.

I open my eyes and lick my lips. “M-More?” I can’t comprehend, unsure if the orgasm has even ended.

He leans back and snacks my clit. “Ok, more then, dirty girl, until you beg me to stop.”

He spanks my pussy several more times, before ramming his hand into my slit, curling and uncurling His fingers. He uses His other hand to alternate rubbing and smacking my clit until I’m over the edge again, the pain making the pleasure exquisite. I’m writhing and quaking, every aftershock only building towards the next climax.

Soon, I’m flying overhead, watching His assault on my body, a string of curse words coming out of my mouth. He’s watching me intently, His cock, rock hard again, bobbing against His leg. I suddenly want Him inside of me more than anything in the world. I want His body on top of me and I want to feel His complete control.

“Please, Sir, Fuck Me.” I force the words from my lips, still unable to open my eyes. “Please, I need You.”

I feel His hands withdraw and His body move, but when I don’t feel His weight on top of me, I force my eyes open.

He’s standing next to me, watching me, watching my body writhe of its own accord. He licks His lips as His eyes find mine. “What do want?” He growls.

“You, Sir. Please?” My voice is raspy and faulty.

He smacks my pussy again, hard. “No. What does my little slut want?”

“…..Sir, ….I ….I want You to fuck me.”

Three more hard blows and He grabs my nipple and squeezes. “I have been fucking you. What. Do. You. Want?” He roars, smacking my clit between the last four words.

My mind spins as the pleasure pain pumps into me, pushing my body beyond my limits of comprehension. “I need Your cock inside of me,” I cry out. “I need you on top of me, claiming me, taking what’s Yours.” I’m almost screaming as He continues to spank my pussy. “I need You to make me feel safe and I need to make You come,” I breathe, and stare into His eyes when He stops and kneads that precious bundle of pleasure.

“Please, Husband!” I beg, clenching under His stroking fingers.

He climbs on top of me and rests His diamond hard cock against my clit, sliding it up and down my slit, making me whimper.

“You want me inside of you?” He breathes against my lips, and I nod.

“You NEED me inside of you?” His lips brush against mine, and I moan under His teasing.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts, as He pushes into me. I moan, “You,” in response.

He thrusts into me hard and growls, “Who?” as His fingers wrap around my jaw.

“You, Sir. My Husband. My dominant.” I breath, rocking my hips to increase the friction.

“Good Girl. Do you want to come again?” He asks, moving slowly, inciting me to whine, “Please, Sir!”

He answers by pounding into me and crushing His lips into mine. He pushes His tongue into my mouth and brings one hand to my nipple. It is so sore that He isn’t even squeezing before I cry out into his kiss.

He changes tactics and brings His hand to my neck. His fingers wrap around it as He raises himself up with into His other arm. As He tightens His grip lightly, and finds the perfect direction, He slams into me, pushing down with His hand and up with His pelvis, rubbing my engorged clit, unintentionally.

As He drills into me, and the waves build again, I feel such unimaginable security that I completely let go. His control over my body feels more right than even my own and I soar over the edge, breathless and intoxicated.

The waves of pleasure are endless as He releases my wrist cuffs and wraps my arms around His neck. His own arm slides beneath me, crushing me against His chest as He continues to rock in and out of me. I stroke His hair, down His back and match His rhythm with my hips. I’m not sure if I’m still in the middle of one orgasm, or if I’m starting another, but I clench around His cock, pounding into me and He shouts, demanding I come one more time.

His orders send me up on a huge wave, flying higher, and His dick pulses inside of me as we both explode against each other, pushing past climax into delirium. As his aftershocks cease, He collapses on top of me. My body, not quite finished, is twitching and quaking beneath Him.

He knows my pussy so well, understanding that my last orgasm is incomplete, and He slips His hand between us to massage those last waves out of my clit. I scream as they crash and I liquefy beneath Him. Breathing my love and devotion into His ear.

I open my eyes to find Him starting at me, His hand on the side of my face.

“There she is, my sweet, sweet wife.” I smell my Arnica and Calendula salve, and feel the sheets between us. My ankles are free and he looks as though he’s showered. “You’ve been out for quite a while. Are you OK, baby girl?”

He’s propped on one elbow, and the look in His eyes is that unnamed emotion that only comes from ownership of something beloved.

I sigh and search my body mentally. My arms and legs are tight from being restrained. My nipples ache from the torture of ice, clamps, and Him. My neck hurts, possibly slightly bruised. And worst of all, my pussy is on fire and my clit is raw and hot, most definitely swollen. The heat is sure to last for several days.

I smile up at His beautiful face and say, “Yes, Sir. I’m absolutely perfect.”

And as He smiles and leans down to kiss me, I wonder how soon He will manipulate that heat for His pleasure, again.

*Special Note: I’m so pleased that so many of you have enjoyed this series. I would like to write more of these, and would love any thoughts, advice or ideas from those of you more experienced in the BDSM and/or D/s lifestyle. Leave comments here, or, Please, feel free to email me anytime!

D/s Married, Fiction

Pride

August 5, 2013October 8, 2013 Mel Douleur

I sit on my feet, trying my best to keep my legs open and back straight. My feet are asleep, my back and abdominal muscles are strained, and nothing would feel better than letting go and falling forward onto my chest, relieving the pressure, relaxing my aching mid-section. I concentrate on my breathing, focusing on my task and my desire to obey. My need to be controlled. My love of this new and exciting side of my Husband. My Dominant. My Master.

I’m not sure where my Sir is, but I believe He is watching me. I cannot see the clock, but would estimate I’ve been kneeling with my hands clasping my forearms at my back for at least 30 min. I’ve been practising kneeling, and feel the familiar pull and twitch in my thighs, the pins & needles now travelling up my calves. I know if I raise my hips up to relieve the pressure on my feet, my thigh muscles will give out more quickly, so I endure.

I let out a deep breath and draw in another, willing Him to tell me to stand, wanting to beg, and almost convincing myself the punishment would be worth letting go. I don’t mind the pain, but the disappointment is too much for me.

“Do you know how long it has been, Sweet Wife?” His voice is low and not far, probably right behind me.

“No, Sir.” I squeak, silently pleading for relief.

“How about a guess? Just one…” I hear the smile in His voice, but it confuses me.

“Maybe 30 min., Sir?” I whisper, my legs are starting to tremble, I know I won’t last much longer.

“Oh, no, my good, sweet girl. You have been kneeling for exactly twice that!” His voice is filled with pride.

…What?? An hour, I’ve never lasted more than 30 min. in practice! My mind is hazy, and I wonder if I heard Him correctly.

He walks around me and reaches down to pull my chin up to look at Him. “That’s right, one hour…” His voice is heady and I can see that His pride has had a physical effect on Him as well. “You may release forward and stretch, but do not stand.”

I follow His command, laying my chest on the floor in front of me and stretching my arms out forward. I stay like this for several moments before starting to wonder what He has planned.

“Now, push yourself forward and stretch out your back and legs.” He sounds so husky, I start to get wet just imagining His need.

After I obey, pushing my chest up into the Cobra pose, He grabs my hair at the nape of my neck and tugs my head back further. “I had planned to keep you kneeling until you couldn’t, but your desire to please me has overrun my patience, sweet girl.” As He lets go of my hair, He trails His fingers down my cheek and under my chin again. “How much longer would you have lasted, I wonder?”

I know His question is rhetorical, so I do not answer, but allow Him to guide me up to stand. After I do, He raises my hands above me head and kicks my feet apart lightly. I stumble slightly, and apologize before He asks me what is wrong.

“My feet are asleep, Sir.” I whisper, panting already at His closeness. I can feel his breath on my bare shoulder.

“Hmmm,” He hums deep in His throat, sliding his hands down my arms over my shoulders then down my back and bottom. He pushes me forward several steps until my hips hit the side of our bed, then He folds me down to lay my chest on the mattress. He guides my head to one side and brushes the hair from my face, before pulling back up and rocking his pelvis into my ass, just enough so that I can feel his erection.

His hands slide over my backside and down my thighs, massaging lightly and then a little more deeply as he pulls both hands to my right leg. He rubs His way down to my ankle, leaving my skin hot behind His touch, then lifts my foot and kneads the pad with his thumbs, whisking the pins and needles away. Slowly, He drops to His knees, and continues the foot massage until suddenly, I feel his tongue swirl around my big toe.

Oh boy. The sensation is incredible and seems to travel right up my leg into my clitoris. He bites down lightly on the side, and I tremble with the pleasure of it. He continues this pattern across all of my toes and then down my foot to my instep. I can feel my heart hammering in my chest, and with each nibble, my pussy twitches and I get wetter. My breathing is heavy and I can’t seem to focus on anything other than the pleasure spiraling up from my foot into my sex. It’s incredible. And with another nibble, I moan.

“Shhhh,” He admonishes me while setting that foot down. A whimper escapes my throat, but I don’t quite realize the sound came from me until I feel His hand swat my backside. As I quite myself, He picks up the other foot and subjects it to the exact same treatment. When his tongues gets down to my instep, I try to stifle a moan, but don’t succeed. I receive 3 blows to the same spot on my right buttock, and the last one stings, but I force myself to remain quiet. For now, anyway.

He releases my left foot, and when I don’t make a sound, He whispers, “Good girl,” and rubs the spot He spanked lightly, taking away the sting. He helps me to stand again, and once I do, my arousal become very evident as my juices drip down the inside of my thigh. “Mmmm, obviously, that was quite nice for you. I think that now, it’s your turn to do something nice with your mouth…”

He unzips His pants and lets them fall to the floor. His erection is poking out of His boxers, and the sight is enough to make my mouth water. I get down on my aching knees quickly and look up at His handsome face, “May I use my hands, Sir?” I ask before licking my lips.

“No,” He growls. “Put them on your nipples. Pinch them hard, and don’t let go of them.” He demands while sliding His shorts down, freeing His rock hard cock.

I obey, and He grins as I wince, proud again that I follow His commands so well. I lean forward and lick the tip of His penis, lightly at first, like I’m licking a lollipop. Then I glide my tongue up and down each side, then the bottom, as it bobs in the air. I take Him into my mouth, a little at a time, swirling my tongue around before sucking and then pulling back. Each time, a little deeper until His hands slip into my hair, pulling it back into a handle so that He can fuck my waiting throat.

I groan as His first thrust rams into the back of my teeth and He sucks in a sharp breath. I relax my mouth and throat, and swallow as His next few thrusts hit my tonsils. I moan again for several more strokes and hear Him say softly, “I love to fuck your pretty mouth, Sweet Wife. I love the sound you make when I do.”

I moan again at His words and he relinquishes the blow job back to me. My nipples are throbbing, so I moan some more on His dick, pushing my lips down over His shaft and sucking as I pull back. I go slowly, because I don’t think He wants to come yet. But then, as I’m picking up the pace, His hand grips around my throat. I realize I have let go of my nipples, so I pinch them again hard, which makes me moan again but He pulls Himself free. He pulls me to stand by my neck and growls in my ear, “You let go.”

Before I can say anything, He sits on the mattress and lays me over His lap. He pulls my hands behind my back and holds them with one hand and locks His legs together with mine between them so that I cannot move. He runs His other hand other my bottom several times before starting with a few light smacks. I feel His dick twitching under my belly.

“Don’t make a sound, sweet wife, or it won’t be nice.” He grumbles, and I lock my mouth closed. Knowing He doesn’t really intend this to be a punishment spanking makes me wetter and I catch myself hoping for a front spanking, too.

The blows start landing in rhythm between strokes and get closer and closer to the middle until finally 10 quick hard smacks land on my sex. He strokes the spot up and down, “Oh, sweet wife, you are really wet.” Ten more blows, and this time, as he rubs, His middle finger slides inside and He rotates it around, testing. “Very, very wet. Like you enjoy being spanked. Hmmmm…” He breathes, pulling His finger out and giving my pussy 5 more stinging strikes before jamming His finger back in and fucking my cunt with it.

“Don’t come, sweet girl, don’t come!” He growls, feeling my body clenching around his finger, but I can’t stop it. I bear down into it, willing the waves to settle, but He keeps pounding in and then adds another finger, and His thumb is hitting my asshole and it’s just too much. I burst, riding the waves out and back in several times as He slows His grueling attack.

“Oh, wife. You keep disobeying me!” He can’t stop Himself from chuckling, “I guess you need more punishment…”

He lifts me off of Him, and moves me onto the bed on my back. He positions my hands above my head, as He often does, and enjoys the view as He skims his own hands over my breasts, tweaking my already sore nipples, causing me to suck in and breath, “Please, sir…”

“Oh… Now you beg!!” He laughs again, “Where was the begging a minute ago, naughty girl?” He shakes His head and stands. He stares down at me on the mattress, one finger tapping His lips. Thinking. Watching. Teasing.

I’m still trembling a bit, wondering what he’s thinking, wondering what he’s going to do to me… I realize, I don’t care. He could do anything in the world to me right now. I am riding the best kind of high there is. The love high. Feeling my heart swell, I notice Him staring and think He must be feeling the same thing. His eyes filled with adoration, contemplating the many, many ways He could derive pleasure from inflicting pleasure. He smiles at me, and my heart quickens. It’s almost as if our hearts are sharing some sort of secret dialogue. Secret from even ourselves, I grin back at Him.

He turns and walks away from me, growling, “Don’t move a muscle, sweet wife,” before disappearing into His closet. When He emerges a few moments later, He’s finish undressing and I find myself hoping that this isn’t going to be over too quickly, but then I see something in His hand. I’m not sure what it is until he smacks it against His other hand. “It’s time for another spanking,” He breathes as He gets close enough for me to see. It’s a paint stick!

He lays it on the bed and stretches my legs apart, pulling a scarf out from under the bed that He must have tied to the frame earlier. He wraps it around my ankle and ties it tight, then moves to the other side to do the same. He planned for punishment… As He walks up the side of the bed to tie my hands, He swats my dripping wet pussy and pinches my right nipple, causing a whimper to escape my throat. I’m so excited, I don’t care how nice or not nice it is, I really want a spanking.

My hips are moving of their own accord and I close my eyes trying to focus and settle myself. The anticipation is sweet torture. Finally I feel His hands on me, twisting my nipples again, and I cry out from the unexpected pleasure pain. I start twisting my hands together, trying to focus on something else, then I feel his hand slide down and swat my engorged clit. My body quakes, and I think if He even blew on my pussy right now, I might fly up to the ceiling in climax, but I know if I hold back and let it build, I may just fly up to the sun! I concentrate on my breathing and keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see what is going to happen next.

Another swat and then a rub. “How long do you think you can last, wife? How many smacks with this stick before you can’t take anymore?” He asks, sweetly, sliding his hands up and down my thighs, now.

“Oh, please, Sir… I don’t know…” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, I don’t want to think. I take a breath and whimper, “As many as Sir would like to give.”

Good answer, …I hope.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you,” He whispers, rubbing my clit again as reward. I moan at the lovely little touch and then whine when He pulls away.

He ignores my complaint and picks up the stick, smacking His hand with it again. “How about 100, then?” When my eyes spring open wide and I suck in my breath, He chuckles, “Oh, wife, you are animated tonight! No, no, let’s start with 10 and see how you do. Since we’ve never used this tool before, we need to test it!”

He reaches down and rubs my clit again. Satisfied that it is still engorged and ready for punishment, He lays the stick firmly on pussy, but it’s not very hard, just enough to let me know it’s starting. The next four are still fairly light, but with immediate succession and I moan after the fifth hit. Anytime we are testing something new, Sir asks that I give Him regular safewords so that He knows I’m paying attention to how much pain I can handle. “Play, Sir, play…” I breath before He has to ask. Play means I’m fine and want to keep going.

The next two blows are much harder and sting, but I want more, “Play…” After the last three, he puts his whole hand on my pussy, rubbing and kneading.

“You should see the color of your lips right now, sweet wife. I’m betting you don’t even have lipstick this dark…” His voice is so raspy, I can hear His arousal. “That was 10…”

“Play, Sir, play.” I squeak, not even letting Him finish. The singing sensation in my clit after those last few smacks is gone and I want it back.

“Well, then, 10 more!” He rumbles, pulling His hand back and laying 6 swats down hard and then 3 a little lighter, but directly on my clit. I cry out, so He stops and rubs, and before I can think, I’m begging, “Please, sir, please…. Please!”

He slows His hand and growls at me, “What are you begging for, naughty girl? You want to come?” I don’t answer. “You want more punishment?”

“Ah,…. Sir, Play…. Please!” I breath, not really believing my mouth just asked for more smacks. He lays the 20th blow hard right against my clit, and my skin is singing but it’s still not enough. I want more.

“Please… Play, Sir, I’m fine, play!” I bark, trying to choose my words as to not command Him to continue, but sounding very demanding in my own ears.

“Oh, wife, You aren’t trying to get me to break you, Are you??” He questions, rubbing the stick on my throbbing clit. My hips writhe with His rhythm.

Am I? Is that what I want? Him to break me? After calming myself a bit and thinking hard, I focus on my body. No, it doesn’t hurt that much, I just want more.

“No Sir. I really am fine… Please?” I beg him, looking into His eyes so that He can see that I’m fine. He looks steadily at me, continuing to rub me and somehow now has two fingers inside of me. I see the worry melt from His features and a new look replace it. HE admits to Himself that He wants to keep going, too!

“It’s no more or twenty more, choose.” He growls, and stops touching me completely. He focuses on my face, wanting to interpret my reaction. He knows, after seeing His desire to continue, I might say OK to please Him. But I don’t give pause, I answer very simply, “Twenty,” and throw my head back prepping my mind for the onslaught of pleasure pain it is about to endure.

I hear Him release His breath as if He’d been holding it, “Such a good girl…” I hear Him whisper, with a smile just barely audible in His voice. He rubs my clit again for a moment, revving Himself up. Or revving me up.

I’m already floating when the fifth blow lands, rising further with each strike, not quite feeling the true impact, but the pressure and then the sting for just a moment before the next smack follows. Before I know it, my clit is singing and throbbing and both of His hands are going nuts on me. Three fingers pounding into my G-spot and his other hand, a completely frenzy on my clit. I feel like I’ve already come and that another orgasm is building against His fingers.

“Yes…” I breathe out as the waves build up and I teeter over the edge. My hips are moving of their own accord, thrusting against Him, about to burst. “Come again, wife, come on.” He grumbles and His words shatter me into a hundred pieces while His fingers put me back together only to shatter again, gushing all over Him.

My body is wracked with tremors, as He pulls away and then lays on top of me, thrusting His super hard cock deep into my cunt. He lowers His face to fine and forces His tongue in my mouth and pinches my nipples. It’s too much and I feel myself ride another wave up and over the edge. I whisper into His mouth that I’m coming and He moans and hisses, “Yes….” He pounds into me harder and harder, I can feel Him hitting my cervix and He lifts me up again saying, “Come for me, let me hear you come, sweet wife!”

I do, moaning incoherently, but this time I don’t come back down, I just keep spiraling over the edge, my body bucking and quaking at each thrust. Just when I think I’m finally settling back down, he growls, “One more time, naughty slut, come again…”

Oh fuck! I push my pussy up against Him, my clit so swollen and sensitive from it’s paddling that just a few more strokes and I’m off again, bursting, out of control and gushing around Him.

“Yes….” He breathes again, “My turn.” He grinds into me hard a deep and I feel His muscles quiver before He groans and fills me with His come.

He collapses on top of my spent body that is still wracked with after shocks and waves. I rub against Him just a little more and have one more lovely orgasm, whispering, “Oh Fuck!” while my body spasms and vibrates under Him. He chuckles.

“If I weren’t so spent, I’d give you a few more, sweet wife.” He mumbles into my neck, and kisses me just below my ear. As if given permission, I lift my hips again, pushing my still engorged little button against his dick and writhe for a few moments while He continues kissing my neck and ear until the waves carry me back up and over the edge yet again. This time, crying His name softly into His hair.

As my body settles and my muscles recover, he laughs again, watching me ride the after shocks, rubbing against Him a little, every few moments. “Oh, Thank you, sir…” I say, breathlessly.

“Such a good girl, you deserved it!” He smiles down at me and kisses my nose. “I can’t believe you took 40 swats with that thing!” His face, beaming.

“I can’t believe you gave me 40 swats with that thing!” I say very quietly, shyly. “I didn’t know if you would let yourself for a moment there…. Sir.” I add, letting Him know, even though He is still in control (He ALWAYS is), that I, too, am proud.

“I liked it.” He grumbles, avoiding my eyes. I knew He wanted to say more, I could see the chagrined expression on His face. He felt bad that He liked it. He felt guilty that He enjoyed hurting me.

“Please, Sir. Don’t do that.” I whispered, wishing my hands were untied so I could touch His lovely face. “Don’t feel guilty, Sir. Your pleasure was due to my pleasure, not my pain. I know that, and you should too!”

I smirk up at Him, hoping to get through. His eyes find mine and He stares into them for a long time, before finally sinking His mouth to mine and kissing me softly and then deeply.

“I love you, my sweet, sweet wife. For everything you give, and especially for everything you take! You make me so proud…”

Oh, Sir. You have NO idea how much I would take for You….

D/s Married, Fiction

Rocky Road

August 1, 2013August 1, 2013 Mel Douleur

“Wake up, Sweet Wife…” He whispers from nearby.

My eyes flutter open, it’s dark so my eyes adjust immediately, “W…What?” My voice is hoarse, but when I see him standing above me by the bed, I wake up immediately. I look at the clock on the other side, it is only 10:20, I must have fallen asleep reading.

I look back up at Him, He is holding a bowl and several of my scarves.

“Um… I’m wake… Sir.” I stare up at Him, confused, trying to push the sleepiness out of my mind. “May I ask what is in the bowl?”

He smiles, “I’ll give you a hint, it’s cold and sweet,” He pushes the smile away and says, “Stand up and undress, slowly.” His voice shifts as well, and His posture. He commands. It wakes me up, and it makes me jump out of bed.

I only have on a nightie and panties, so even though I remove them slowly, it’s only a minute before I’m standing in front of Him naked. His sets the items in His hands down on my nightstand and takes my hand, pulling me a few steps away from the bed. He raises my arms to shoulder height and tells me quietly to hold them there. He uses His foot to lightly kick my legs apart, and proceeds to examine my body.

I have never enjoyed being looked at naked, and still often feel very self conscious about my weight and imperfections. With the help of His dominance, I’ve been making a decided effort to get into shape over the last several months, He has taken to going over my body a few times a month, to note the changes, places that need concentration and to praise my work. I’m definitely not an athlete, and probably never will be, so I find these sessions a little humiliating, but arousing at the same time.

As He glides His hands over my naked skin, He makes an appreciative sound in His throat. Having taken a bath earlier in the evening, my skin is still soft, supple and smooth. Starting at my right hand, He slides His fingers up my arm to my bicep. He bends my elbow, then releases my arm back parallel to the floor. He does the same to the other arm, chuckling a little as I blush. His touch leaves fire on my skin in its wake. I can’t believe this simple act turns me on so much. He traces my collar bone and His fingers trail down over my breasts, but do not linger.

He kneels in front of me, smoothing His palms over my belly and down my hips. Slowly, His hands make their way down my legs, and I somehow manage to avoid getting goosebumps as His touch wakes every nerve-ending in my body.

“Turn,” He orders, in a stern voice. I obey, keeping my arms raised, even though my muscles are begging for relief. He reverses His path, up my body, breathing heavy by the time He stands. He steps against my back and runs as His fingers lightly under my arms, pushing them up above my head, and sliding them back down, which tickles and ruins the whole “no goosebumps” thing.

“You’ve worked out every day this week, are you sore, Sweet Wife?” His breath against my ear burns right down to my sex.

“Just a little, Sir.” I whisper, almost quivering as I notice His erection at my back. I feel moisture trickle down my inner thigh at the thought of having Him inside me.

His hands glide to my nipples which are already pointed and awaiting His touch. He palms them, rubbing in circles then pinches hard and pulls. I suck in a deep breath at the sensation, causing Him to repeat the action, and growl in my ear, “Because you are so distracting, my treat is melting.” He bites that spot on my shoulder that makes my knees weak before spinning me and pushing me back onto the mattress, across it, the wrong way.

I keep my arms above my head as he walks around to the other side. He binds my wrists together with one of the scarves and ties the end to the frame, then moves to my feet, where He tethers each ankle to a leg on my side of the bed. He moves swiftly and I can feel Him test his work to make sure I cannot pull my legs free. He hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, and it’s dripping and clenching with anticipation.

He removes His shirt and picks up the bowl from the nightstand, scooping up a bite and humming with the appreciation. “Fortunately, my sweet girl, it hasn’t melted completely,” He smiles down at me. “Would you like a spoonful?” He asks with that glitter in His eye.

Knowing He’s up to something wicked, I can only grin and whisper, “Yes, Sir.”

He sits on the bed next to me, scoops up a small mound and leans over me, resting the spoon on my right nipple. I flinch at it’s coldness but watch as he slides the back of the spoon over my already diamond hard point, and down to my belly button.

“Would you like it here?” He asks, glancing up at my face. I’m practically moaning already when I answer, “Ah.. no, Sir…”

He picks the spoon up and pops the melted ice cream into his mouth, “Mmmmm, it’s your favorite, Sweet Wife…” He chuckles, scooping up another spoonful and resting it on my other nipple. “Well then, would you like it here?”

I feel like I’m on fire and the cold spoon is like fresh oxygen, fanning the flames. “Oh please… No, Sir…” I cannot think, I only want Him to stop teasing me, but I don’t dare to tell Him, as I can see how much He is enjoying Himself.

He slides the spoon down my belly and holds it’s icy bottom against my clit. I don’t at first register the temperature, only the touch, and my body is begging for release. I moan, then, feeling the coldness, flinch and try to squirm away, but my bondage holds me in place. “Oh, Please, Sir… please…” I beg. What for, I do not think I could clearly articulate.

He leans his head down to the apex of my thighs and drops the spoonful on my clit, quickly lapping it up and groaning deep in his throat. “Oh, Sweet Wife, Rocky Road tastes exquisite on you!” He murmurs before doing it again, but this time, rubbing my clit up and down with the chilly spoon before spilling the melted cream in drips between licks, torturing me with the repeated alternating temperatures. Cold, hot, cold, hot… My mind swims and spirals, and I close me eyes to enjoy just the sensations He is causing.

Suddenly, He stops, and I open my eyes to see him watching me as He sets down the bowl, popping a spoonful into his mouth and leaning up to kiss me, filling my mouth with his sweet, chocolaty tongue, and leaving behind a bit of marshmallow. I let it melt on my tongue as He moves back down my body and uses His fingers against my sex. He palms my clit, while sliding two fingers down my slit and then pushing into me, making me whimper and moan. He continues, scooting closer to me to use his other hand on my nipples.

“Did you enjoy your taste? Do you want more?” He asks, almost laughing. “Uh… I… No, Sir… Please, Sir…” I want to come, I want Him to pick up the pace, but He is in control. This is His body to control. The thought makes me clench, pulling a deep breath in. I can’t squeeze my thighs together to stop or control the sensations. He can sense my need and withdraws his hand. I whine and whimper, and His hands both find their way to my nipples.

“If you can come like this, do it and I will reward you. If not, you will have to refrain from having an orgasm until I am done playing.” He murmurs against my lips, assaulting my nipples, but withdrawing His lips before kissing me, driving me insane. I whine again, squirming my hips, trying to no avail to get some sort of friction. He continues, murmuring how much He would like me to come like this, and finally leaning down to my lips again, tracing them with His tongue. I can feel the waves building, as he squeezes and tugs on my breasts and nipples. I’m awash with need, and imagine the ways in which He will reward me. Those thoughts push me higher. Finally, His tongue darts into my mouth, offering a heady kiss to help me meet my goal. As our tongues entwine, I feel his erection on my leg and my muscles finally spasm at the though of his rock hard cock, filling me and pounding into me. I cry out as I feel myself spiraling, vibrating and clenching. He smiles down at me, proud of my (and His) success.

As my muscles calm, my clit is throbbing with it’s need for attention. “Ah, Yes… good girl, very good girl,” he breaths against my lips. “Please Sir… Oh, please…” I beg, wanting more. Needing more. “Patience, sweet one.” He says grinning.

He slides his hand down to my pussy, skimming over my clit to insert His first two fingers in my waiting cunt. I moan loudly at the invasion, and whimper at the lack of attention to my clit. He pushes against that place, just inside that burns, and rubs it hard. The force causes me to say no, but He knows I don’t mean it. My mind is starting to melt as my body is singing with pleasure. He pounds against my G-spot, ignoring my clit and my whimpers turn to whines. When he finally circles the center of my universe with His thumb, my body bucks against Him, begging on it’s own for more. He uses His other hand to smack my clit, beckoning back it’s command, then uses his fingers to pinch and pull, then massage my clit until I’m riding the waves back up again. Higher and higher, I think I may touch the sun.

When I shatter to pieces around His hands, He doesn’t stop. He continues His assault, flipping His hand that is inside of me and pushing His thumb against my other hole. He’s never done this before, and I find the sensation odd but incredible. He doesn’t push to get inside, just rubs against it and the combination of all of it is racking through my body, building up again like water balloons under glass. Piling up, higher and higher, heavier and fuller, until the pressure is too intense and I burst open, spraying all over his hands and the mattress. I must have screamed because I hear Him calming me, “Sshhhh, quiet now, pretty one… Good girl, good girl…”, from somewhere out in front of me. I can’t open my eyes and can’t comprehend what’s happening to my body as wave after wave crashes against me like an ocean storm.

I’m trembling and quaking still when he pulls away and slides his pants off. He must have walked around the bed because now His dick is on my lips. “Devour Me, Sweet Wife… Let Me fuck your pretty mouth.”

I’m at a difficult angle, so He tries to do most of the work. He tastes like home. Salty and musky, and… just like home. I’m hungry for Him but can’t take Him even halfway in, so He unties the scarf from the bed frame and sits on the mattress next to me, allowing me to pull my arms down and lean into Him.

I lick up and down His length, enjoying the sound He makes in His throat. I swirl my tongue over the tip and slide my lips down over him until I can feel Him at the back of my throat, sucking hard as I pull back. He grabs my hair up out of my face and pushes and pulls me with it, guiding me to the pace He desires. I moan over the tip of his rock hard erection sending vibrations through Him, making Him growl in return.

He lets go of my hair and reaches down to my tender, swollen nipples, pinching and pulling them again, despite my whimper. I pick up the pace and He slides His hand to the back of my neck, pushing Himself deeper into my throat, forcing me to relax and let Him take over. I moan again several times, and after what seems like only a few moments, He pulls His cock free and slides down the bed to thrust Himself deep inside of me.

I cry out as He pounds into my pussy, my legs straining at their bindings, the muscles in my thighs stretched to their limit. He digs His fingers into my hips, pulling me down to Him and I feel the tip of His manhood grinding into my cervix. One of His hands slides up my chest to my neck where He holds me loosely, pushing my body down to meet Him. As He picks up the pace, His grip on my throat and hip tightens, and I’m flooded with fire as I feel myself building again.

He feels my muscles clenching, and pulls His hand from my throat, straightening himself and reaching between us to rub my swollen, sensitive clit. I’m bombarded with the pleasure of it and scream as the dam bursts again and I explode around Him, vibrating and quaking. My orgasm sends Him over the edge and He shouts, “Oh Fuck!” as he too, comes apart at the seems. As he collapses on top of me, His fingers are still on my clit, and my tremors haven’t stopped. He continues to rub me, kissing my breast and nipples until I breath, “No, please, Sir. I can’t….”

He pulls up and looks at me. “I decide when you’re done. I decide when to stop touching MY clit!” He growls. His command and His words ignite the fire again, and my body betrays me by writhing and rubbing against Him. He forces the waves higher and higher, pushing his still semi-hard dick into me and forcing me to come yet again.

After the tremors of the end of my orgasm subside, I’m sorting through the scene, thinking he’ll ask what I liked and how I’ll answer. I’m suddenly filled with an overwhelming emotion and tears start pricking my eyes. His face fills with concern, “What is it, did I hurt you?” He whispers, pulling His hands to my cheeks. I can’t speak, I’m so… I don’t know why I’m crying.

I try to open my mouth to talk, but my chest just feels so full. Words can’t escape the concoction of emotions tunneling through me from my heart. He slides off me, unties all of my restraints and wraps me in His arms. “Please, what is it?”

“I.. I really don’t know… ” I whisper, a tiny sob escaping my throat. “..It’s… It’s not bad crying.”

He strokes me hair, and kisses my forehead. He runs his hands and fingers over my arm, holding me tightly against His chest. As I calm, I tell Him I’m fine, and that it’s Ok. But He doesn’t let me go. “You just needed to be wrapped in My love, sweet wife.” He breathes into my hair. “Now let me be wrapped in yours…”

So we sit there, cocooned in our love. Eventually, He lays me down, snuggling against me, and fall asleep, ignoring the “Rocky Road” of our lovemaking.

Feeling, to describe it as simply as one can, in love.