by Ruby Storm
Andy snatched out at a wayward nipple with his mouth, captured it between his lips, and sucked with force.
Hot streams of excitement raced through Payton’s blood. The idea that he would do anything she asked fueled her on. Pulling back to break the suction, she offered her opposite breast. Andy immediately imprisoned the hard dart of her nipple and swirled his tongue around its perimeter.
Payton grasped her breast and forced it tighter against his mouth. Her breaths were tiny pants as she fought to maintain control. “You’re very good. That’s it. Suck it hard. Just think what it would be like if you were putting your finger in me at the same time.”
Andy groaned behind his closed eyelids and sucked harder. The muscles of his forearms clenched as he tried to pull free. He wanted to fuck her so bad that he ached. The nipple was pulled from his mouth. He eyed the breasts that hung just out of his reach with longing.
Payton’s blue eyes danced about the room again. She scrambled off the footstool, hauled it out of the way, found one that wasn’t as tall, and dragged it back before him. As she stepped up on her new perch, her gaze swept the length of him. “I don’t think I like the fact that you’re still dressed. Wearing that outfit makes you still look like the king in charge—and you’re not. You’re nothing but my slave.” She reached up and yanked the front open in one fluid motion. The muscles of his chest quivered when she ran her hands across his breasts. Quick fingers untied the sash at his waist. Andy’s erection was hard and dripping pre-ejaculate. Payton was quick to stuff the ends of the robe between her husband’s body and the wall to keep the material out of the way.
She reached down, pressed her palms against the inside of his spread knees, and traveled a sensuous path up his inner thighs, swirled her hands around his balls, and then took his cock in her hands. Andy arched forward and expelled the breath he held.
“You can answer me now. You like this, don’t you.”
“Christ, Payton, you’re driving me crazy…”
“That’s all. You can be quiet now.”
His mouth snapped shut.
Continuing to slowly stroke his hard length, she looked up at him. Andy’s stare bore into her. “You’ve been so good, that we might continue this…” she squeezed her fingers around his cock, applied slight pressure, and then pulled her hands away from him, “…or not.”
She watched his eyelids drop when he inhaled deeply.
“Or we could try this.”
His eyes snapped back open when she dropped to her knees. Now her chest was even with his groin. Payton grabbed the sides of her breasts, pressed them together, and leaned forward. Lessening her hold slightly, she encased Andy’s cock in her cleavage, and began to fuck him with her breasts. Andy immediately pumped against her chest. “You’ve been so good. You deserve a special little treat. I remember you saying when my guards captured you that you wanted to…what did you call it? Oh, tit-fuck.”
Andy’s jaw clenched tightly as he continued to fuck her this way.
“You can only talk when you think you might come. We have to stop before that happens or I’ll have to send you to the dungeon.” Payton ground out the words, trying to maintain a semblance of calm. The feel of Andy’s cock between her breasts had her heart pounding. She squeezed them tighter around him and let him pump. The tempo increased and she wondered how he managed not to come. A slick line of wetness moistened her cleavage.
“Payton—”
She jumped back and watched his face as he struggled to take control. Andy sucked in several deep breaths, and then clenched his teeth. Soon, he found the control he sought and swallowed as his head fell back against the padded wall. Beads of perspiration dampened his brow.
Payton rolled the footstool out of the way. Turning her back to him, she stepped to the middle of the room and swiveled to face him again. Slowly, she untied her sash and let the gown float to the floor. His heated gaze scanned her nude body.
She lifted her arms overhead and twirled slowly so he could study her body. “Answer yes or no if you want me to come back over there.”
“Yes,” he shot out.
Payton dropped to the floor on all fours and crawled slowly up to him. Andy never took his eyes from her. She rose up on her knees once she was next to him again and grasped his ankles immediately above the soft shackles that held his legs apart and stared straight at his penis.
“I’m thinking you’ve been so good that you deserve another special treat.” Licking her lips, she kissed the tip of his penis. Andy swayed in his bindings. “You don’t taste like a peasant.” She swirled her tongue around the purple head. “In fact, you taste like a king. Maybe we could rule our kingdom together.”
“Payton—”
“Oh, no, you weren’t supposed to say anything.” She knew she was driving him over the edge. “No more licking—I’ll just have to bite now instead of using the whip.” She nibbled on his penis. Andy bucked toward her mouth.
Deciding not to torture him further, she opened her lips, placed the tip of his cock in her mouth, and swirled her tongue down the length of him.
Andy gasped.
Payton reached up a hand, encircled his thickness with her fingers, and began to suck in earnest. She stroked him faster and faster as her head bobbed up and down.
Andy groaned one time after another and did his best to keep his penis buried in her mouth. When his rhythm became erratic, she removed her mouth and stroked him harder until cum squirted onto her chest. She continued to stroke with her hand until his breath lost the hissing sound of satisfaction.
Andy sagged in the handcuffs and took a deep cleansing breath. His head rolled until he looked down at her with blazing eyes as his tongue wet his lips.
“Can I talk now?”
She nodded.
“Get me the hell off this wall. I want to fuck you.”
Payton released the shackles at his ankles first. Rising to her feet, she rested her hands on one of the handcuffs that still bound his wrists. Pressing a soft kiss against his lips and her body against the hard line of his torso, she smiled into his eyes. “Did you like that?”
“I’ll never forget it. This weekend is getting better by the hour.” He kissed her back. “I love you,” he murmured against her lips, loving the idea that her mouth tasted like him.
“I’m not done. You’re still my slave, but I’m going to let you loose. Do you promise to still do my bidding?”
“If you want to keep playing, I’m in.”
She let him loose. Andy shook his arms to get the blood running back in them, and then scooped her high into his arms. Payton squealed with delight.
“You’re a bitch, Payton. I thought I might pass out at one point.” He twirled her around with a laugh, and then stopped the spinning motion to kiss her waiting lips. When he was done, he pulled away and stared down into beautiful blue eyes. “What do you have planned next?”
“First we’re going to eat something and give you a chance to…recharge your batteries. I might tell you then.”
He carried her to a huge pile of satin pillows and laid her gently in the center. It wasn’t long before he had the tray between them. Lifting the linen cover, his eyebrows raised with delight. Cold salmon, various cheeses, and a myriad of fruit met his eyes.
He popped a grape in his mouth and eyed her above the tray. “I suppose you’re going to make me feed you now.”
“Oooo, good idea. You won’t get a piece of me until you do. Feed me, slave. But, first, get me a glass of wine.” She reclined against a pillow and waited.
Andy rose and crossed to the decanter and goblets on a nearby table. She watched his firm stride as he walked away, the strong muscular line of his back, and the tight buttocks that were perfectly shaped.
“You have a great ass, Andy. I love your body.”
He returned with a grin in place, stretched out with the tray still between them, and handed her a goblet. “You’re starting to sound like me. I’m the one that says that all the time
,” he leaned forward and kissed her moist lips, “and I mean it all the time, too. You’ve got one of the sexiest bodies I’ve ever seen. You don’t look like you’re in your late thirties. Your great breasts and perfect ass remind me of a teenager. Don’t get me wrong, though. You’re no kid—you are pure woman.”
Warming to the unasked for compliment, she sipped her wine. “Coming here was a wonderful idea. We should do it every anniversary. Just let our inhibitions fly away along with thoughts of work and kids. It would be just you and me, playing with each other and having orgasms like there was no tomorrow.”
“Speaking of which,” he stated as he ran a hand over the slope of her hip. “You haven’t gotten the chance to get off.”
She gently took his hand and forced it away from her pussy and to the tray. “Feed me first. I’ll have my turn—and so will you again.”
“I don’t know if you’ll be able to top that last one. Having you suck me was fantastic.”
“Never underestimate the power of a woman,” she promised. “Now feed me.”
Chapter 19: The Overthrow
The last of the salmon and fruit was eaten before Andy knocked the tray off the pillows and pinned Payton beneath him in one fluid swoop.
“Okay, I’ve had enough eating. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She batted her eyes at him and placed a finger on her cheek. “I don’t know. I did think about taking a nap.”
Andy grabbed her hands and dragged them over her head. He had her body trapped beneath him. “I locked all the doors,” he whispered down.
She looked confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Your guards can’t get in. I’ve decided I want my kingdom back.”
Instantly, heat spread through her belly. A tongue wet her bottom lip. “I’ll scream and they’ll come running.”
“Not if I keep you too busy to scream.” He forced her mouth open wider and buried his tongue between her lips. It was sweet heaven for both of them as they explored the inside of one another’s mouths. Tongues danced when they weren’t nibbling swollen lips.
“Hmmm,” Andy sighed against her cheek. “You taste like wine again. I think I want to taste your other sweetness.” His lips traveled downward as he reached to cup a swollen breast.
Her hand rested on his shoulder and urged him to stop the delightful path of his lips.
Andy’s head came up as he questioned her with his eyes.
“I know that you’re more powerful than I am. I’m just a mere woman who tried to take your kingdom. Let’s rule together and enjoy our lives forever.” Payton was back in character.
Andy fell into the mood just as quickly. “How can I know that I can trust you forever. You might try to overthrow me in the future.”
She sat up and used the palm of her hand against his bare chest to get him to lie on his back. “I haven’t screamed yet, have I?”
His eyes narrowed in promise. “You will before I get done with you.” They instantly widened, however, when she grasped his cock. He rose slightly on one elbow as his thighs dropped open.
Payton continued to stare into his eyes even as she felt him immediately grow hard in her hand. “Let me prove to you how trustworthy I am,” she breathed out. “I want you to fill my body with heat. Now, lie back and let me show you.”
When he was flat against the pillows, Payton smiled at him again, lifted her knee, and straddled his chest with her ass pointing toward his face.
The sight of her pussy dangling above his face drove Andy to grab her ass with both hands and massage her cheeks.
No words were necessary as she dipped her head and took his penis into her mouth. Spreading her knees further apart, she lowered her body to Andy’s waiting mouth.
He licked her pussy once and waited. Payton’s lips tightened around his cock, and she sucked harder between the gentle swirls of her tongue around his smooth head.
Andy pulled her ass closer, spread her pussy lips, and darted his tongue in and out of her. He felt her immediate response by the tightening of her fist around his erection and with more avid sucking.
Payton worked her hips above his searching mouth. She controlled the motion of running her clit back and forth across his tongue, knowing that an orgasm wasn’t far away.
Andy continued to lick greedily at her pussy, and then inserted a thumb into her hole as he ground his mouth against her clit. He recognized his wife’s body motions as she wiggled around his pumping finger. Payton was close. Andy was going to make her come time and time again before he was through with her. She could suck his cock all she wanted—it was his turn now to drive her insane with passion.
Andy withdrew his tongue from the pussy that bounced above his face, removed his thumb, and dipped two fingers between her lips and deep inside her.
Payton slammed against his hand. A second later, the pulsing of her orgasm was felt. Andy watched his fingers as they disappeared time after time into her vagina, loving that his wife was sucking like wild on his penis because of what he was doing to her.
As she collapsed on top of him, Andy rolled from beneath her and flipped her to her back. His hot gaze devoured her. “You’re mine now, and I’m going to keep fucking you and playing with your pussy and sticking my cock in your mouth until you’re weak.”
Payton grabbed his shoulders and yanked his mouth down to her own. “I want it rough.” She lapped at his mouth and squirmed beneath him. “Fuck me hard when you do it, Andy. Nothing else will do. Tell me what you want me to do and the kingdom is yours.”
He straddled her chest, his stomach jumping around wildly when she opened her mouth. She took his entire length to the back of her throat, and then bobbed her head again, sucking and drawing the life from him. His hips pumped to the rhythm she set as perspiration beaded his forehead. Payton was a wild woman.
He jumped up and helped her to her feet before he came again. Lifting her into his arms, Andy hurried across the middle of the room to the narrow raised bed. Gently, but with force nonetheless, he bent her forward over the center, yanked her legs apart and entered her with a hard thrust.
Payton grunted at his urgency, and then grasped the handles screwed to the sides of the bed. She spread her legs further. “Fuck me, Andy. Make me come again.”
He grabbed her hips and slammed her back onto his cock. Payton tightened her grip on the handles and met each thrust with determination as he continued to hold her firmly and fuck her wildly.
Payton’s chest bounced against the surface of the bed, but she rocked against him with all her might. The feel of his cock slamming against her cervix only excited her. Hot sparks of fire began to build. “Yes! That’s how I want it. Fuck me harder. Make me scream!”
Andy reached around her waist and stroked her clit with force as he continued to nearly lift her off her feet with each long thrust.
Payton’s body burst into flames. She screamed against the flat of the bed as he pounded into her, each stroke intensifying her orgasm. “Oh, God!”
He fucked her until the waves of her climax disappeared, then withdrew, lifted her into his arms once more and carried her to the wall. Propping her against the padded surface, Andy dragged her hands upwards and easily locked the handcuffs around her wrists.
Payton’s eyes were dark with desire as she stared at him—daring him to keep going. “Fuck me, Andy.”
Rather than shackle her ankles, he cupped her ass and lifted her in the air and waited until she gripped her fingers around the soft leather straps attached to the wall. He guided her down onto his cock, taking most of her weight with his muscled arms and letting her back rest against the soft surface behind her.
Payton’s breasts shook with each deep thrust into her pussy. She never took her eyes from his as he worked her hips up and down.
The thought that he might come never crossed his mind, so intent was he on watching his wife’s face and waiting for her to find her own release again. As rough as he was with her body, he continually as
sured that she wasn’t being hurt. He maintained a firm hold on her ass.
The sexual position was hot and exciting. Andy slid easily into her time after time. Payton not only felt his thick cock filling her, but felt the constant pressure of his erection grinding against her clit. Once again, she felt the first stirrings of another orgasm.
“Can you make me come again?” she managed to grind out through clenched teeth. “Are you sultan enough to prove you’re stronger than me?”
Andy became motionless as he stared into her hot gaze and withdrew from her body.
“Andy…don’t stop!”
“I don’t intend to.”
He dropped to his knees, yanked her legs apart and wrapped her thighs around his neck, while burying his tongue into her pussy.
Payton yearned to thread her fingers through the hair at his moist temples, but couldn’t because her hands were still held captive to the wall. She glanced down to see the top of Andy’s head buried between her legs. His broad shoulders shone with beads of perspiration.
He adjusted his position slightly, always assuring that his wife was comfortable, and two fingers joined his tongue.
Payton’s head lolled against the wall to catch her breath. Gripping the straps tighter, she began to rock her pussy against his mouth, clamping her muscles tightly to keep his fingers inside of her.
Andy sucked her clit and vigorously finger fucked her.
“Oh, God…” Payton groaned. The hot waves started from between her spread legs and burned a path to her breasts.
In one fluid motion, Andy had his cock inside of her to feel the pulsing waves wrap tightly around him.
“Yes—” Payton panted beside his ear.
He stroked three times and impaled her on his erection as he came in wave after wave. Burying his head into his wife’s neck, Andy breathed in the scent of her warm, perspiring body, the musky scented heat from their lovemaking, and knew he’d never love anyone like the woman who clasped her legs around his waist.
Andy dragged his mouth to hers and was met with warm lips. Using his knee to hold her upright against the wall, it took only a few quick flicks of his wrist and strong fingers to release her from the handcuffs.
