by Ford, Brynn
"Don’t call me Sir. We're married and it sounds kind of fucked up.”
“I don’t think it’s fucked up, Sir. Sorry. What would you like me to call you then? Law's right, I need something to call you when you want my submission, especially for play. You call me Blue. So what do I call you if not Sir?"
I considered for a moment, “Why don’t you call me V when we’re doing this. Is that better?”
She grinned, “I like that, yes, V.”
"Settled," I stood and stepped back from the table, leaving her to sit there and wait. I crossed my arms over my chest as she looked back at me with an expression that told me she was nervous.
"Law, give me something here. A demonstration or something," I looked at Desi with honest eyes, "You can do what he says, babe, it's okay. Seriously," I told her, "Let me see what this looks like for you. Show me."
She nodded slowly, "Okay, yes, V," she said before turning her attention to Law.
“Blue,” Law commanded her, “Kneel for your husband so he can see what it looks like for you to submit to him.”
Desi inhaled deeply and stood wordlessly. She turned and came to me, giving me the briefest touch of eye contact before bowing her head and dropping to her knees. She sat back on her heels and looked down at the floor. The next breath she took in was shaky, her fingers stretching and closing again where they rested on her thighs. She was nervous. It was sexy and adorable at the same time.
“This is a position of submission," Law said, "It’s her showing you that she's ready to give herself to you fully, in whatever way you choose to use her.”
Use her.
Those words didn't sit right with me. They fucking pissed me off, if I was being totally honest.
I snapped, “I don't want to use her and I'm not okay with not giving her a choice, so you're gonna have to give me some damn good enlightenment right now on what you mean by that."
He stood up straight pulling his shoulders back to posture defensively, “She always has a choice, Vaughn. She’s not a slave. She’s allowed to say no. Just like any other healthy relationship, you should have the expectation that she can, and should, revoke her consent before a boundary is even crossed," he looked at me pointedly, as if I needed to be told, "And I expect you to respect that. But if you take care of her like you’re supposed to as her dominant, she won’t ever need to say no. She'll come to you like this, she'll ask you to use her because you've given her everything she needs. I’m going to help you both learn what that means for you together. You have to understand that it was her choice to kneel and in doing so, she’s given you the power to choose for her.”
I let my arms fall to my sides, looking down at my girl, “You really want to give me that power over you, Des? Blue?"
Her breath escaped with a whimper of wanting, “Yes, V. Very much, V.”
Shit, I am so into this.
“When she’s here, Vaughn, when she kneels for you in willing submission, she will obey your every command without question. Questioning you can earn her punishment if you choose. But if you command her and she says Yellow or Red, you need to stop. Those are her safewords.”
“Yeah, I think I get that. Like a stop light? Yellow means slow down, Red means stop?”
“Basically, yes.”
A thought popped into my head, a dark and twisted fantasy I'd harbored for a long time that would be divine to play out with my willing wife.
“Am I understanding correctly, Blue? He’s telling me that if you say no when we're playing, you don’t really mean it?”
She shivered and even with her head bowed, I could see the way her teeth caught her bottom lip, “That’s correct, V. Yellow and Red are my safewords, V.”
Sex had suddenly plowed its way to the forefront of my mind. In fairness, my wife was on her knees for me and giving me permission to do what I wanted with her.
“If I tell you to do something right now, you’ll do it?”
“Yes, V.”
Law spoke up and gave her a command before I could even think of what I would do with her, “Blue, stand up. Bend over. Elbows down on the table. Palms flat.”
She sucked in a breath and hopped to, quickly doing exactly what he told her to.
Goddamnit.
It reminded me that they'd done this before. He'd commanded her like this before. She was bent down over the table giving me a spectacular view of her ass and it hit me that he'd taught her to do that. He'd seen her like this. He'd touched her like this.
"Fuck," I snapped.
Impulsively, I went for her, my hands landing on her waist. I tugged her upright and spun her around to face me, pulling her close into my arms.
She gasped, but didn't speak, looking at me with hungry eyes. I may have been seeing what I wanted to see, but I could've sworn that the look she gave me told me to claim her, to step up and show them both who she belonged to.
She belongs to me.
I kissed her.
No, I didn't kiss her.
I devoured her.
I gave her such passion that she went limp in my arms, letting me hold her while I took from her. Her tongue met mine eagerly, giving me every unspoken word between us and letting me taste them, letting me sweep them away until there were none left.
She let me take her apologies, her shame, her guilt. I took it all from her and swallowed it down. I took her burdens and made them my own. I wanted this. I wanted to take care of her, be responsible for her, let her live and be happy while I took control of all the things that drove us apart. I would never again let her distance herself long enough to build that barrier between us.
When I finally pulled back, she was panting. Her lips were the most beautiful shade of pink. I smirked at her and she sucked in a shaky breath. The expression on her face reminded me of the way she looked when she wanted me, when she was desperate for me to please her.
"You're mine, Holly Blue," I told her.
I said it to cement my claim over her, to ensure that they both knew that he could command her in this learning experience, but only because I allowed it.
I put my hand on the side of her neck, running my thumb across her jawline. She whimpered. I let out a long breath, my apprehension gone because her kiss swept that away from me. I guess we really could make each other better.
“Okay, get back in position, babe. I’m cool now.”
She licked her lips, “Yes, V.”
I let her go slowly and she went back to resume her position, bent over the table. She wiggled her ass and I knew that was all for me.
Law was standing with arms crossed, a serious expression on his face, “You’ve got to keep your jealousy and anger in check if we’re gonna do this, Vaughn. I promise you, I’m not going to touch her without your consent.”
“I know you’re not. We’re good now. Continue.”
He gave me a nod, then looked down at my wife, “Blue, do you want me to teach your husband to spank you?”
Her whole body jerked as she jumped in surprise, lifting herself from the table, “Right now? Are you being serious?”
“Are you being serious?” he snapped at her and she quickly bent over the table again, “Where are your manners, Blue?”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Do you want to punish her for her poor manners, Vaughn?” Law asked me.
Is he asking me if I want to put my hands on my wife’s ass right now?
“Hell yes,” I blurted, “But she likes the pain, right? How is that punishment if she wants it?”
“You give her the promise of true pain without delivering it the way she wants. She's a masochist. You have to get pretty damn creative with her to push past her limits enough to call it punishment. So really for her, you give her just a taste. Just enough to make her body beg you for more, but you deny her.”
“That seems cruel, kind of like pulling out just before she comes.”
“That’s exactly what it is, Vaughn. Punishment. It’s not meant to be pleasant,” he tilted hi
s head to the side, thinking, “You might actually consider using orgasm denial to punish her but we’ll talk about that another time.”
Desi whimpered.
Law planted his hands on the table, leaning forward toward Desi, “By all means, Blue, explain yourself and why that upsets you so.”
“That kind of punishment from Vaughn sounds divine, Sir.”
Holy shit.
My girl is kinky as fuck.
I love it. I love her.
Maybe I should’ve started showing her my dark and deviant side a long time ago. Maybe we could’ve avoided this whole mess in the first place if I’d fed that part of her. But I didn’t know this part of her existed. Maybe she didn't know before, either.
Shit, I can’t handle this right now.
I need to fuck her.
“Law, listen. You’ve got my buy in on this and I want to learn more. Obviously, Desi and I are both pretty into this."
I moved to stand by Desi’s side and slapped my hand against her ass cheek before squeezing and holding it tightly. She jumped and let out a squeal at the unexpected touch.
“But for today, for now, I think I need to end the demonstration and have some time alone with my wife.”
A slow smile spread across Law’s face, “Okay. Understood. It seems like you’ve got a handle on things for now. I’m gonna call you later with some homework.”
“Homework?”
“Yes. I expect you both to do some work this week learning how this dynamic is gonna play out in your day-to-day."
I shook my head with an amused expression, "I just have to summarize. I'm getting lessons on how to be a dominant to my wife and marriage counseling from her ex-side guy? Fucking unbelievable."
He chuckled, "Absolutely fucking unbelievable. We both agree on that point," he paused, "I’ll plan to see you both at Black Ties in one week so I can teach you some interesting things for play. Yes?”
I didn’t see any reason to object, so I didn’t.
“Okay.”
Law nodded and glanced at Desi, his eyes lingering a little too long as jealousy crept over his features. Obviously, he knew what I intended to do to her after he left. It was probably cruel, but I couldn’t help myself. I started to rub my hand over her Desi’s ass in slow, obvious circles. She let out a sharp breath with a quiet moan as I squeezed again, digging in my fingers.
He watched her face and a look more intense than jealousy made his expression twitch. It was heartache. Seeing it on his face threatened to take me out of this delicious, rare moment of sexual tension with my wife as I suddenly felt something human for him. Sadness.
He has to go.
”You can call me tonight.”
He snapped out of it, looking up at me, "Right. You two enjoy your day."
He walked over and held out his hand. I reluctantly removed mine from Desi's ass so I could take it.
"Thank you for hearing me out, Vaughn. And for doing all of this for her. I look forward to getting to know you better. I hope this all will be a game changer for you. Both of you."
"Vaughn," Desi pleaded by my side and I knew what she wanted.
I let go of his hand, "Go ahead, Desi."
She stood and rushed to him, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him tightly, "Thank you, Law. Thank you for doing this for us."
"I just want you to be happy, Blue," he squeezed her tight, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of her hair.
My impulses wanted me to pummel him, but I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. I had to remember that I'd agreed to this, I'd agreed to let him help us.
As hard as it was for me to admit to myself, I knew this had to be hard on him, too. I think he genuinely did want to help us when he just as easily could've pressed charges against me for hitting him in the alley last night or simply have walked out of Desi's life forever, writing her off as another good time ended. I could guess he didn't have a hard time meeting other women, so it was obvious he cared about Desi to do this for her. And I guess I couldn't completely hate him knowing that. He had good taste in women, at least.
Law kissed the top of her head and smiled at her before stepping back, "You do the work, Desi, okay? Make your marriage work. I'll talk to you both soon."
Chapter 24
Desi
My heart was beating harder than ever before when Law left our apartment. I was feeling grateful, elated, and downright lucky for having a husband like Vaughn and that everything turned out the way it had today. I never would've expected this to be the outcome of my infidelity and I knew I hadn't earned the forgiveness and grace of my husband, or Law, for that matter. But he'd given it to me and I wasn't going to take it for granted.
Vaughn walked over to lock the door and came slowly back to where I stood. He stopped just in front of me, standing still.
"Are you happy with our decision, Desi?"
I felt breathless as he stood in front of me, "Yes, V."
He gave me a true panty-dropping smile, "Good. Go sit on the bed, Blue."
Oh, God.
"Yes, V."
He followed me as I walked into the bedroom, moving around to the end of the bed and I sat, perched on the edge.
"Where's your phone?" he asked.
"In my purse, V."
He left and came back moments later, shoving my purse into my hands, "Get it out. Turn it off."
I found my phone in the front pocket where I always kept it and pulled it out, pressing the power button right away. I didn't put it back in my purse, but instead held it out for him to take, somehow knowing that's what he wanted me to do.
He winked as he took it from me, grabbing my purse from my lap and taking both back out to the dining table. When he came back in, he slammed the bedroom door shut. The crash of the door vibrated through the room and it startled me, causing me to jump in my seat a bit.
Shit. Is he angry?
Was he waiting until everyone left to tell me just how mad he is for everything I'd admitted to doing with Law?
I braced myself for the potential of a verbal lashing. It would be well deserved, but hard to hear nonetheless. He came around in front of me and dropped to his knees. Then he reached down, proceeding to peel off my socks one at a time and I realized immediately that he wasn't mad.
He was undressing me.
Relief and a rush of heat washed over my body.
“I’m still trying to figure out why you thought I wouldn’t understand what you wanted,” he said.
My brow furrowed as I considered how to explain myself, “I don’t know, V. I was just scared. I guess I was afraid that you would think less of me for what I wanted, for liking the physical pain and wanting to let go.”
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted, "Arms up," he ordered before taking off my shirt and tossing it to the floor.
He put his hands on my knees and gave me intensity with his eye contact, “We’ve been together less than a year, baby. We’re still learning about each other. I expect to find out things about you that require some processing time. But I would never, ever think less of you. For anything,” he sighed, “I just wish I’d done a better job making you see that there’s nothing you could tell me that would scare me away. I mean, we’ve never talked about it, but I’m not exactly new to this world you’ve been playing in without me.”
“What do you mean?”
He squeezed and massaged my thighs as he spoke, “There was this chick I dated in college. She took me to a club kind of like Black Ties a couple of times. Not as nice of a place, though. Kind of shady,” he smiled.
“Really?"
“Yeah,” his smile broadened, “She liked pain, too, and submission."
“Really?” I said again and returned his smile, “Are you just telling me a story or are you for real? 'Cause if you're for real, I need you to tell me details, V.”
He chuckled, “All this pain stuff you thought I wouldn’t get, the whips, floggers, riding crops, bondage… the 'yes, Sir, no, Sir, l
et me call you daddy while you spank me' shit. I don’t know a lot, but I know enough. I learned a few useful tricks from that little adventure.”
I laughed, "Did she really call you daddy?"
"Oh, yeah, she did. Listen, people like all kinds of freaky things, who am I to judge?"
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“Baby, it’s not exactly something I thought you needed to know about. You were a bit of a jack rabbit early on,” the corner of his lips twitched upward into a smirk, “You used to come two or three times, every time, without me even trying. I didn’t think you needed it to be any different. Plus, I didn't want to scare you off.”
His hands slid slowly up my legs before he reached out to unhook the button of my jeans.
"Scare me off?" I questioned.
"Up," he said, and I stood, letting him shimmy my tight skinny jeans down over my hips, "Sit."
He pulled the jeans off and tossed them away when I sat back down on the bed, now stripped down to my bra and panties.
He hesitated to speak again and swallowed before lifting his eyes to mine, “I know enjoying sex wasn’t easy for you after Lucy. But it killed me when you faked it a few weeks ago. I thought it was over then, Desi. I know that sounds a bit dramatic, but it felt like that could've been the end of it. It never occurred to me that getting rough and dirty might be just the thing you needed.”
I felt my cheeks blush in embarrassment that he was aware of my acting skills that night, “How did you know I faked it?”
He looked at me incredulously, “Babe, come on. You can’t fake that shit with me."
He pulled my legs apart with his strong grip, shuffling closer on his knees. He settled himself between my legs as he leaned in close, our noses nearly touching.
"I know what it feels like when you come. And when you don't."
His fingertips dug painfully into my thighs and sent warmth to my core. The strength behind his eyes threatened to knock me backward.
“I’m sorry I did that, V,” I meant it.
His eyes narrowed at me, “Don’t do that to me again, Blue,” he snapped.
Oh, God.
Every part of my body clenched tight with the need to kneel in front of him and beg him to punish me for ever faking an orgasm with him.
