Off Limits

by Vivian Ward

  With her legs flailing and losing her footing against the bed, I continue to hold her in place by the string of her panties and deliver several more swats until her ass begins to glow a sweet cherry red. Soft whimpers escape her sweet mouth as she bites her bottom lip to prevent crying out in pain.

  Good.

  With my hand stinging, I stop to give it a rest and order her to turn over and lie on her back. Scrambling up on the bed as fast as she can, she quickly gets in place and lies perfectly still.

  “So, you like pain?” I whisper in her ear.

  She nods and whispers, “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  I pick up the riding crop and deliver a swat across both of her breasts.

  She jumps this time.

  “Yes, sir,” she says.

  A solid red line begins to rise across her soft skin, leaving behind a perfect outline of the riding crop.

  Part of me feels bad but the other part of me sees the pleasure she’s receiving from this, and I realize how good it feels to punish her for thinking that I’m a stranger.

  Using the pommel, I deliver more swats atop of her breasts—just above her bra—leaving them a bright shade of red to match her bubbly ass until I’m satisfied that they are nice and tender.

  I know her skin must be stinging and burning as red as it is so I pull her bra down, allowing the crisp air in the room to cool her skin. Her rose-colored nipples prickle as soon as I drag the fabric across them, drawing them into hardened pebbles but they won’t be cold for long.

  Walking over to the dresser, I reach for one of the lit candles that have been burning for quite a while judging by the amount of liquid wax swirling around the top of the jar. This should warm my little pain slut right back up.

  Standing over her, I lift the jar above her chest and watch her breasts rise and fall as I have so many nights when I’ve laid next to her while she slept. Only this time, she’s not resting peacefully. Adding to her anticipation, I quietly set the jar down on her nightstand because I know she’s expecting it, but I’m not ready to give it to her.

  I’ll make her wait a bit longer.

  She’s biting her lip, breathing heavily as she anticipates what’s going to happen next. That’s the beauty of the blindfold. Not only does it conceal my identity, but it also forces her to use her other senses. Anticipation can make even the most mundane, ordinary tasks seem much more exciting and energetic if you’re not expecting them.

  To add to her anticipation and her heightened senses, I up the ante and make the playing field a little less even; giving myself home field advantage. Leaning over toward the door, I flip on the ceiling fan and pull the chain to set it on its fastest setting. The air circulating above the bed instantly drops in temperature, chilling her skin.

  “Are you—,” I clear my throat to make my voice deeper so as not to break character. “Are you ready to play my little pain slut?” I ask her.

  “Yes,” she says.

  With her nipples pointed into tiny cones from the cold air, I take one of them into my mouth. Pulling it between my teeth, I slowly apply pressure with my incisors and begin to bite down. Just as her back arches, take her other nipple with my free hand and pinch it with force, making her wince in pain.

  I’m beginning to like this game. It’s kind of sadistic, but it’s also entertaining to watch her jump and wince in response to what I do to her body. I’ve never seen my wife respond to my touch this way and it’s fascinating to me.

  After a bit more nipple play, I decide it’s time to let the fun begin—my fun.

  If she wants to be had, I’m going to take her and use her like a slut. Standing up at the edge of the bed, I slowly unzip my pants, letting her hear the zipper slide down each tooth. She moans in anticipation as I continue to watch her, waiting to make my next move.

  Chapter 16

  Madison

  My pulse hasn’t stopped racing since he entered the room and for a millisecond, I thought he sounded like Drew. I know it’s probably my mind playing tricks on me though. Drew is a whole state away, hundreds of miles separating us.

  Maybe it’s my guilt eating at me.

  My filthy, dirty guilt.

  I don’t know what I was thinking inviting another man into our home, into our bedroom but damn if it isn’t fun. I enjoyed every second of his spanking. Even as I lie here, I can still feel my ass cheeks burning. He lit them up good.

  My pussy hasn’t stopped working in overdrive, and it’s driving me insane that he hasn’t touched it yet. I want to feel him inside of me so badly, but he has other things in mind because he’s focused on punishing me in other ways but not touching me? That adds to the torment.

  I never thought that things would be this intense, but I was so wrong about that. He’s good; real good. It’s like he listened to everything I told him and he’s putting it all in use.

  He even remembered how sensitive my breasts are, even though I hardly mentioned it. It’s like he memorized everything I ever said to him and is using it against me. It’s absolutely incredible.

  As much as I didn’t think I’d like it, he was onto something with the blindfold. It adds quite a bit of mysteriousness which makes everything that much more erotic and sensual. Maybe he does know a thing or two about how to satisfy someone like me.

  Lying here naked on the bed, I’m ashamed of him viewing my body that’s on display for him. The slut inside of me refuses to let me keep my legs closed. They’re spread wide open for him, inviting him to touch me down there. I know that as soon as he does, he’s going to know exactly what kind of woman I am.

  I’m a whore who cheats on her husband.

  But it doesn’t stop me from wanting him to keep going, keep punishing me, and fuck me in every way imaginable.

  Listening to him unzip his pants gives me a bit of hope; maybe he’ll let me feel him inside of me because I don’t know how much more I’ll be able to take.

  Fisting my hair in his hands, he yanks my head off of the pillow and shoves his cock in my mouth.

  “Suck it,” he says, not giving me any option other than to take him.

  For fuck’s sake, he’s already fully hard. I had no idea that he’d already been this turned on without even touching me. Without giving me a choice in the matter, he shoves his cock deep in the back of my throat and begins to fuck my face. I do my best to accommodate him, but it doesn’t matter. I’m his to use as he sees fit for the night.

  With his balls resting on my chin and his pre-cum trickling down the back of my throat, he continues fisting my hair, making my scalp tingle as each hair is lifted from its root.

  And just when I think things are as bad as they’re going to get, I feel hot candle wax dripping onto my chest. The sensation of the cool air and the hot wax makes my body shiver, but I can’t focus on myself because he won’t let me. He’s forcing me to focus on him; sucking his throbbing, veiny cock that’s occupying my mouth and throat.

  My eyes water behind the eye mask and I try to blink away the tears, but it’s no use with the way he’s fucking my mouth. Gasping for air, I suck in a deep breath as he pulls out of my mouth, allowing me to finally breathe.

  “Good girl,” he purrs, throwing my head back on the pillow. “Do you know that I can smell you?”

  With the tip of his finger, he begins tracing the shape of my pussy through my panties. I don’t even try to hide the fact that I’m so wet that my panties are soaked.

  His fingers leave my panties, and I hear him sniff.

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I was smelling. Let’s see if you like to receive oral as much as you like to give.”

  His rough, strong hands wrap around my thighs, pushing them up high; effectively spreading me wide open for him. The cool air from the fan chills my pussy as it hits the thin, dampened material that’s supposed to be underwear but is really a tiny patch of fabric.

  I can feel him wrapping a rope around my right knee before he takes my elbow and secures the rope around my ar
m; virtually connecting my arm and leg before he repeats the process on my left side. There would be no way that I could possibly fight or resist him, even if I wanted to. My chance of stopping things is gone, but I wouldn’t have taken that chance anyway.

  This is too much fun, but I’ll put up a little struggle just to add to it and make him work for it.

  It occurs to me as I feel his weight shifting on the bed that I’m still wearing my wet panties, the same pair that he was just tracing. He never took them off.

  No sooner as that thought enters my mind, his hands reach between my legs, grabbing my panties and rips them to shreds. If I thought the air was cool before, it’s freezing now but only for a second before I feel the warmth of his mouth lapping up my juices.

  “Mm,” he moans, his tongue sliding inside my hole.

  For the first time, I let out a light moan right along with him. I’ve restrained myself when he spanked me and whipped my chest, and even when he poured hot wax on me as he fucked my mouth but this is what I’ve been waiting for. I’ve wanted him to touch my pussy since the minute I heard the garage door closing.

  His tongue gracefully slides out of me, traveling north toward my clit where he begins to torture me. Alternating between licking and sucking, he pulls my clit between his teeth just as he did with my nipple. The only difference is he’s using much less pressure, it’s softer, and it’s driving me insane.

  I need more, and I’m going to be greedy.

  Raising my hips off the bed, I do everything but ask him to finger me or tongue-fuck me. I just need him—some part of him—inside me. It’s all that I can concentrate on right now. The thought of him being inside of me has occupied my mind for days now, and it’s only been amplified since his arrival.

  After what seems like an eternity, his finger finally meets my folds, and he inserts one of them inside of me. No longer do I leave my hips in the air. I try to lower them to pull him deeper inside of me but I can’t because of the stupid ropes.

  It’s pure torture.

  “Uh-uh,” he says in a teasing tone.

  For a minute, it sounds like Drew all over again but I know it’s my mind playing tricks on me.

  How can I think of boring, vanilla, mundane Drew when this man is awakening things in me that have been dead for years?

  His weight shifts again but this time, I feel him leave the mattress. I want to pout in disappointment. I wanted him to keep going. I wanted him to fuck me with his tongue some more. I wanted him to make me come on his face.

  “Hope you’re ready,” he says, his voice thick and husky.

  “For what?” I ask.

  My own voice sounds raspy, just like his.

  “This,” he says.

  His weight depresses the mattress, and I can feel him climbing back on the bed, and before I know it, I can feel the tip of his head pressing against my entrance.

  Sucking in a deep breath, I bite my lip.

  We talked about safe sex and him wearing a condom. I’ve never had a disease in my life, and want to keep it that way, but there’s something so sexy about the risk of going bareback. Skin-on-skin contact, the sensation of his cock feeling the friction of my pussy. Just thinking about it gets my heart beating even faster than it already is.

  He asked me if I was on birth control—and I am, so I told him I was. But I also said that we needed to practice safe sex. He told me that he’d think about it and do what he wanted.

  When we were text messaging, I told him that it wasn’t an option; I wanted him to wear it. The deep down truth? I want him to fuck me without one. I want to feel him inside of me. I want to feel his skin against mine.

  I want to feel his seed filling me.

  And I think he knows it.

  “Are you—,” I start to ask.

  “No,” is the firm answer I receive before he pushes his way past my entrance.

  Before I can protest or try to buck him off of me, he uses all of his weight to push down on me, covering my mouth with his. Our tongues meet for the first time since he’s been in my bedroom and I can taste myself on him.

  As he’s kissing me, I can’t help but think that he kisses just like my husband.

  A sickening feeling spreads across my chest, but before I can think about it for a second longer, he pulls out of me and crashes back into me.

  Fucking me over and over, he uses my pussy like it’s not attached to me.

  Relentless.

  Raw.

  Passionate.

  Fucking.

  And I love every damn minute of it.

  I’m a whore.

  I’m a slut.

  I’m a cheater.

  Chapter 17

  Drew

  Slamming into her over and over, I fuck all of my anger and aggression right into her. My wife—my sweet, beautiful wife—has no clue that I’m doing any of these things to her perfect body.

  As I watch her breasts bounce with each thrust, I think about how much I’ve deprived her since the day our relationship began, and it tears me up inside.

  I’ve paid attention to every single thing she’s said since we started talking; well, her and Robbie. I’ve picked up on all of her little hints and things that she’d like. Aside from being tied and forced and wanting to feel pain, I also knew that she didn’t really want Robbie to use a condom.

  She’s never liked condoms. We tried them when we first got together but I didn’t like them, and she downright hated them. She always said that she loved the skin-on-skin feeling. Who doesn’t?

  So I told her that I’d think about using one but ultimately, if I was in charge, I was going to force her to do whatever I like. I also made it very clear to her that whatever she wanted didn’t matter; it was what I wanted to do to her body. She really seemed to like that.

  As I stare down at her wax-covered tits, I think about how good she feels and how she was going to let another man have this enjoyment; taking what he wanted—taking what is mine.

  The thought of it pisses me off, so I pick up my force and drive straight into her. Buried balls deep in her pussy, I can feel the tip of my head pressed right up against her G-spot.

  This is where I let the little pain slut have it.

  I want to push her over the edge and give her an orgasm unlike any that I’ve ever given her before.

  Leaving myself buried deep inside of her with my tip nestled right against her pleasure zone, I lick two of my fingers and bring them straight up in the air.

  A second later, they come crashing down on her clit as I stay buried inside of her, moving just enough to give her pleasure. I repeat it again and again until she’s begging me to fuck her harder.

  “Please, Robbie, fuck me harder,” she cries.

  Hearing her say his name drives me over the edge.

  Fucking her harder than I could’ve ever possibly imagined, I can feel her walls clamping down on me as I bring her closer to orgasm.

  Grabbing her waist, I hold on to her torso and keep going at a steady pace until she can’t take it any longer. Feeling her whole body tense, I watch her nipples harden as her pussy pulsates around me, milking me for everything I’ve got.

  Unable to hold back any longer, I can feel my cum building from deep within and forcing its way through me until my cock begins to swell and I ejaculate. Thick ropes of semen come out in waves, flooding her cervix over and over again until there’s nothing left to give.

  It’s easily one of the most intense orgasms that I’ve ever had.

  Pulling out of her, a thick stream of white cum leaks out of her and spills onto the bed. It’s an insane amount of cum; I don’t even know how so much is possible, but it’s no surprise with as much as I came.

  Untying her, I start with her legs first and disconnect them from her arms. She stretches her soft, smooth legs the first chance she gets as I unbind her wrists from behind her back. Taking a good look as I get dressed, I drink in her slutty, used appearance as she lies on the bed, completely spent from the whole ordea
l.

  Her bottom lip is so full and plump from biting on it, and her hair is a complete, utter, beautiful mess. Red splotches and lines still occupy her breasts, just above her perfect, puffy nipples. Looking between her legs, her swollen pussy is still dripping with white beads of cum that are beginning to disappear into the small puddle on the bedspread.

  For a moment, I want to pick her up off the bed and wrap her in my arms, cloaking her in warmth and love; but I know that’s not what she wants. Or at least, I don’t think so.

  That’s the old Drew talking, the sweet one who’s always been so loving and nurturing. The complete opposite of what she wants. Remember?

  So I pull on my pants, zipping them closed and slide my shirt over my head. My time here is up, and it’s time for me to go. No soft kisses, no holding my wife.

  I’ll end things here because I don’t want to ruin her perfect night. Like I said before, I’ll give her everything in spades, even if it kills me to leave her lying on the bed a perfect, used mess.

  Slipping on my boots, I blow out the candles and pad over to the bed, yearning to touch her but I stop myself.

  “Don’t get up until I’m gone,” I say, kissing the palm of her hand.

  She closes her hand, making a tiny fist and says, “Yes, sir,” as she nods.

  I hope she’s enjoyed the last couple of hours that we spent together. They might be the two hours of our marriage that make us or break us once everything’s said and done.

  Madison is my world. We might live in the same dark galaxy, but she’s the sun in my solar system, and I don’t think I can live without her.

  They say everything happens for a reason, and maybe the reason for tonight was to prove to myself that I can be what she needs and give her what she wants. That’s all I truly want for her—and for us.

  Heading back to the extended stay hotel, I can only imagine where things will go from here. I’m not sure what’s running through her mind, but I do know that I can’t go on living this lie.