by Kate Stewart
“Shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?” I reasoned, with every intention of using it as soon as possible.
“How about stop?” Another hit on the same exact spot he’d just branded me on had me screaming out.
“Motherfucker!” Another round of slaps had tears coming out of my eyes, but I refused to ask him to stop. I was getting what I asked for. This was all part of it.
“So, you broke a rule tonight. I can’t fuck you and I’m the one who’s the motherfucker?” He was amused. I could hear it in his voice. I had no skin on my ass and this was amusing to him. I glared at him over my shoulder.
“I’m awake now,” I said, sobered from the pain of my seared ass.
He sat at my feet, leaning over to soothe his handprints with his tongue, and I instantly forgave him, sighing his name. “Rhys?”
“Yes, Violet?”
I turned over on my back, sitting up at the same time to pull myself to him as my legs cradled his body. “I thought you wanted a kiss.”
“All in good time. Should I feed you?”
I waved off his concern. “No, I’m good. I swear,” I said as my vision cleared and his beautiful face fanned the flames of my burning insides. I leaned in, wetting my lips. He refused my kiss, turning his head away with a tsk.
“You have to earn it,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, tracing the other down my chest before pinching my nipple hard. I cried out to him in pain and he looked at me, unaffected. After I got my wits back from seeing his bared chest for the first time, I returned the favor, pinching his nipple as hard as I could. He didn’t flinch. Instead, I felt his erection grow on my leg. Holy shit.
He pushed me back on the ottoman as he revealed his full chest, letting his shirt fall to the floor. He was cut and had a bare chest, which I loved. What turned me on most were the sharp indents of either side of his stomach. They were well defined and I gestured with my head, demanding to see more. He obliged, his pants falling to the floor, his boxer briefs the only thing keeping me from the rest. His thighs were thick and muscular. Who knew he was hiding that body underneath those clothes? I felt my sex twitch.
“And the rest?” I asked, resting on my elbows, legs crossed, my heels still on.
“You have to earn that, too,” he said as his eyes glittered, no longer playful, the feeling in the air growing insanely intense. He came toward me and I flinched slightly as he reached me, tossing me easily on my stomach.
“You ready for your punishment?” He didn’t hesitate. He took my panties down my legs and lifted me on all fours. His fingers dipped into me suddenly and he thrust them in front of my face.
“Who did this to you? Wasn’t me! What are the rules, Violet? No one but me.” His voice was full of contempt, and I was instantly on guard. He gripped my head roughly and stuck his fingers in my mouth. I moaned out in surprise before sucking myself off him.
“I wanted to taste that pussy of yours tonight, but you let someone else play with it. Now it’s all ruined.”
His hand came down again, softer now as he took another handful of ass before sliding his digits in again. I screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain, no time to register when he spanked me a second time.
“I don’t want to hear it. Matter of fact,” he barked as he made his way in front of me and pulled his stiff cock out. I had to fight the smile as he pushed it past my lips into my waiting mouth, slowly sliding it back and forth, coating my tongue with his tender muscled flesh. He twisted my body so he could access my entrance while I sucked him off. He licked his fingers clean and slid them in again.
“Tastes so good and you ruined it!” Another spanking had me clamping my mouth down around him, and I heard him hiss through his teeth. “I hope you know that just encourages me to keep going.”
I sucked harder, thrusting him as far as I could fit him, swirling my tongue, anything to keep the fucking hand from swinging down again. He got lost in my mouth, holding onto my head with one hand, feeding his thick length to me with the other. I loved every second of it. I glided my tongue up and down his shaft, taking his length with enthusiasm, making a popping sound when I pulled it out, opting to work on his sack as I sucked it gently. I felt his whole body stiffen and I moaned with pleasure, knowing how I was affecting him. I looked up to see his eyes hot on me. He began stroking my back, smoothing my ass with his hands and then massaging my clit slowly.
I took his cock back into my mouth, never letting my eyes leave his. He stroked me as I fucked him with my tongue and lips. His fingers started to make noise with the moisture that had built inside me and his dick became harder, letting me know he was close.
“Stop,” he said, suddenly pulling his dick from my mouth. “So fucking wet,” he said, working me over with his touch.
I mourned the loss of his cock, eagerly waiting for his next move. He sat on the ottoman, pulling me onto his lap so that I straddled him. I gasped at his cock prodding my entrance.
“We’re going to take it slow. I have to have a taste of that perfect, wet pussy tonight. If it hurts, let me know.”
I nodded as he picked me up easily by my underarms, sliding me slowly down the length of his cock. We fit together perfectly, our eyes locked and both our mouths parted.
“Rhys, oh God. Rhys, oh God.” I already felt like I was going to come. “Please kiss me. Oh God, this feels so good.”
He let go of my arms, thrusting his hands into my hair, his mouth crashing down onto mine. Our tongues thrashed wildly as I felt his cock throbbing inside me. I’d never felt so good in my life. We licked and sucked as our tongues tangled and still we didn’t move. We stopped only when we had to take a breath. As soon as my eyes opened to meet his, he started grinding into me gently.
I felt the stir immediately, the pull of my release close.
“Wait,” he said, reading my body. “Just hold on a little longer,” he urged, catching my bottom lip and sucking it slowly. I tossed my head back and felt his lips cover my chest as everything inside of me became unglued. I was quaking already and felt the pull getting stronger and stronger.
“I need you to fuck me, right now,” I ordered to Rhys who replied by turning us around and pinning me to the ottoman. He spread my legs as far as they would go and buried his dick deep, hitting me exactly where I needed him. He drilled into me as I screamed out, praising him and cursing him at the same time.
“Fucking pussy is so tight, God yes,” he said, tearing me apart with his perfect cock. I reached between us, circling my fingers and squeezing on his slick width made available as he pulled away before pounding into me again. He hissed and grunted as he watched us connect, watching my pussy contract and surround his cock. I felt the pull even stronger now and gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into him. Sensing it coming, he nailed into me, pulling my ass off the ottoman. With one more deep thrust, I came apart, clawing and scratching as my body spasmed out of control. He pressed on my clit hard and began massaging it. Seconds later, another tidal wave hit me and I saw white as I writhed and moaned beneath him. He slowed his thrusts until I caught my breath, opening my eyes to see his dilated, his chest glistening and stained with my nail marks. He slowed to a stop, pulling his cock out of me, stroking a few times as his eyes took me in.
“Fucking beautiful,” he mouthed, his voice barely audible. He seemed to be taken with my reaction to him. “I don’t want to hurt you. I got carried away.”
“Please, Rhys, I want to see you come, and I want you inside of me when you do it.” Those words were all it took and he was gliding inside me, touching me deep. I got to appreciate him then as my hands roved his biceps and chest. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed, feeling him harden further as he hovered over me, thrusting deep. Minutes later, he threw his head back and grunted as my pussy milked him for everything he had.
It was the best fucking kiss of my life.
At home that night, I cursed my stupidity in the tub as I smiled with the memory of his face so close to mine
, his beautiful body glistening as he fucked me so hard I came twice. Multiples, my God, multiples!
I had to text him.
VIOLET: Hey, just wanted to thank you for the kiss.
A few minutes later, I got my response.
RHYS: My pleasure.
VIOLET: I want to thank your thick cock too.
RHYS: Soon.
VIOLET: Goodnight.
RHYS: Goodnight.
As I prepared to spend the weekend with my mother, I texted Rhys, letting him know I was taking a short trip and he was on his own. His return text was vague.
RHYS: OK.
I had no obligation to let him know my whereabouts but didn’t want an incoming text like the one I’d received a few days ago flashing across my smartphone.
RHYS: Pretty pussy, here now! Green.
I had no complaints with green so far and enjoyed the large candlelit table that could easily seat twelve he had set up in one of the club rooms. When I asked what we were having, his reply was his tongue inside me for hours on top of that very table. He sent me home with a sated smile, promising me more of where that came from.
The man was a fucking miracle.
I put one last piece of clothing in my bag, only to meet Alex at the door. His arms were crossed. He must have caught me smiling and thinking of Rhys. I didn’t feel any guilt as I pushed past him.
“Where are you going?”
“Away, Alex. Have a good weekend.” He stopped me with his hand on my shoulder.
“Whatever I’ve done to hurt you,” he said, staring at the floor between us, “I really didn’t mean to.”
I sighed heavily, fighting my emotions. Why the hell did I still care? Why the hell did this man still get to me?
“Why are you suddenly so concerned with my affections, Alex, and with the state of our marriage? It’s too late, even to keep up appearances. Despite what you think, I’m not an idiot. This, the way you’re acting right now—” I gestured to him “—isn’t genuine, and whatever your reasons are at this point, I don’t give a damn. Don’t play concerned husband now. There is nothing left for you here,” I said, holding my chest, my voice shaking.
“I know you still love me. You are my wife.” He pulled the bag from my hand, setting it down in an attempt to pull me to him. I brushed him off easily.
“It’s too late. Way too late. I’ll be back.”
I walked out on him then, a small amount of satisfaction and a little sadness accompanying me as I went.
I spent the weekend doubled over with cramps and eating my mother’s homemade fudge. It was the perfect set up: my mother, the movie Fried Green Tomatoes, and endless amounts of chocolate. We laughed and cried, made huge breakfasts, and spent a large amount of time snoozing on the couch. Sometimes a girl just needs her momma, and this Southern belle was no exception.
I came home refreshed on Sunday and texted Rhys right away.
VIOLET: Home safe. Hope you are well.
I waited hours for my reply.
RHYS: Ok.
Wow, he was on a roll. I felt I owed him some sort of explanation. We were exclusive, but only sexually. It appeared he didn’t give a damn, so I left it alone. I wanted to see him. I wanted to talk to him, but I was still bleeding and casual talk wasn’t exactly our arrangement. I would just have to see what he did next.
Son of a bitch! I moaned as I stomped around my house. It had been a week since I’d gotten back from my mother’s. It was Sunday afternoon and I had listings to show in the morning. I had put myself back to work full time, no longer having an excuse to be a lazy, moping wino. Giving myself a kick in the ass, I got back on the treadmill, even if it was only twice for twenty minutes. I felt better about myself and this was progress, but my tour guide seemed to have quit without resignation and I was beyond frustrated. I heard the ping and leaped for my phone. Man, he had me. It was another address followed by a ‘green.’
I was still furious with him for making me wait but couldn’t keep my feet from taking the steps to my shower for a quick scrub. Putting on a pair of jeans and a dressy top, I slipped into a more comfortable pair of heels. Running my hands through my long, blonde hair, I noted that I needed a cut and got into my car.
Play it cool, Vi. If he’s kept up his end, he should be fit to be tied as well. You can do this. Be cool.
I pulled up to a house that sat on a square on in downtown Savannah across from Forsyth Park and studied it. It was a huge family home, and I was utterly confused. It looked like something out of a Southern Home magazine. Minutes later, he was at the front door, waving me in. I walked up the three hundred steps to the door—okay, that’s a slight exaggeration—and greeted him with a false smile.
“Out of breath, huh?” He was bare chested and looked incredible in nothing but a pair of jogging pants. His torso was ripped and his sweats clung to his toned waist. His black hair, normally styled to perfection, was disheveled and hung loose on his forehead. Full lips turned up at the corners in a familiar smirk as his eyes met mine. It took everything I had in me not to lunge at him.
“Screw you, buddy,” I said, walking past him.
“I’ve got something for that mouth of yours,” he said, swatting my ass hard as he closed the door behind me.
“This place is beautiful,” I said, taking a look around. The hardwood floors were, of course, antique, and the house looked to be restored. There were modern furnishings and it had an amazing homey feel to it. “Whose is it?”
He furrowed his brows together and tilted his head. “Mine.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat, “it’s just…I didn’t picture you in a place like this.”
“Uh huh, let me guess, a high rise with stainless steel appliances and fur covered floors?” He was laughing at me again.
“I really don’t like you right now,” I said honestly, walking past him to take a tour. A walk around downstairs revealed two large living areas, a study, and a huge kitchen. I took the first step of the staircase and was stopped short.
“Let’s keep it down here for now.” He gave me a stern look and I crossed my arms.
“You hiding a wife up there?”
He crossed his in reply, his biceps bulging as my mouth went dry. “Depends, are you hiding a husband?”
“I told you about my husband,” I said, cowering under his glare.
“I want to believe you, I do, but a weekend trip, Violet?”
Was this why I hadn’t heard from him in a week?
“I went to my mother’s. I didn’t think you’d care,” I said, shrugging.
“Do you live with him still?”
My lie came quickly. I couldn’t lose Rhys, and Alex would be gone soon, anyway. “No.”
“All right,” he said, eyeing me appreciatively. He closed the gap between us and yanked my shirt over my head.
“Why are you half-dressed and what are we doing today?” I said, half laughing as he tugged my jeans down.
“We are working out,” he said enthusiastically.
“Uh, Rhys, it’s Sunday, which is technically a day of rest. It’s God’s law.”
“Lady, you might have to pray for forgiveness for the kind of workout you are about to get.”
I shut up, because I wanted him, because the urge to reach out and kiss him was killing me. We didn’t share like that and I couldn’t show him how much I’d missed him, though my treacherous body gave me away.
When he had me naked, he pointed to a large solid oak coffee table. “On all fours,” he barked, picking up my clothes and laying them neatly on the stairs.
Walking over to the table, I did what he asked, a little embarrassed at the setting. His blinds were closed, but I felt completely vulnerable, ass in the air. It was getting chilly and being in an old drafty house had me covered in goose bumps. Rhys came back a few minutes later with a small yellow box and set it beside me on the table. I was intrigued.
He sat on his couch as I waited on all fours, giving him a strange look when he
turned his TV to a college football game. He stretched an arm behind him, holding his head with his hand. Minutes passed as he watched the game, looking completely relaxed.
“Hell of a workout plan you got here, Rhys,” I joked as I waited for him to make a move. He didn’t acknowledge or look at me as I waited patiently. Surely this had to be a joke. Any minute he would burst out laughing. He pulled his phone from his pocket to send a text and I gave him wide eyes and a “Hello!”
He continued to ignore me and I went from horny and expectant to furious in nanoseconds. I moved to get up and he snapped to attention.
“Get back on all fours, now!” I went back down quickly, trembling. His bite was fierce and I was pretty sure the conversation we had next to his stairs wasn’t over. Rhys wasn’t happy. I shouldn’t have lied to him. God, maybe he knew I still lived with Alex. I should come clean.
“Rhys, I—”
“Did I say you could fucking talk?” he bit out viciously. WHOA. And then I was wet. I had to remind myself that I asked for this, that I wanted to experience being dominated. I needed to let go.
“Can you at least tell me what the exercise is?”
“Woman, you have no idea when to shut your mouth.” He snatched the yellow box and came behind me. I looked back at him and gave him a smirk. Bad idea. His return smirk was scary.
I heard the box open and close as Rhys circled the table, rotating two small silver balls in one hand. His eyes were on fire as he circled me, taunting me.
“We are exercising the art of stamina and discipline today, Mrs. Harvell.” My eyes widened as my pulse quickened, sure I had just begun sweating in the cold room. He knew. He had just caught me in a lie.
“Rhys, I—”
“Not another word, Violet, or you won’t get my dick today,” he snapped. I clamped my mouth shut, my arms growing weak as he continued to circle me, rotating the balls, the sound breaking through the cheers of the football game; it was all I could concentrate on. He leaned over and rubbed my backside, gently moving over my folds and dipping a finger in.
