Consent

by Sahara Kelly

  She knew her eyes must be the size of saucers as she raised her face to Adam’s.

  He answered her unspoken question. “You have only to drop the bag, Laura. Our games will stop right this second.”

  “Mmmpfff...” she sputtered, shaking her head violently.

  God no. Don’t stop now. If he stopped now, she’d rip this shower rod out of the wall and strangle him with it. And not a jury in the world would convict her. Well, not if there was a single woman on it.

  Adam’s expression softened with pleasure. “That’s my good girl.”

  He kissed her breasts as he unfastened the scarf that bound her to the shower rod. She was not free, however, just loosened.

  He massaged her shoulders. “Not too sore?”

  She shook her head again, closing her eyes in pleasure as he rubbed his hands softly over her body. And moaned.

  He chuckled. “Into the bedroom Laura. Onto the bed. On your back.”

  She obeyed without question, anxious to find out what lay ahead.

  The room was darkened, with candles here and there, flickering odd shadows on the walls and ceiling. Adam had dug out an old sheepskin throw from somewhere—she was surprised he still had it—and it was on this that he had her stretch out.

  The fur was soft against her buttocks, like a caress.

  She moaned again and wriggled her body against the lush sensation of being stroked by a gazillion little hairs.

  He knelt by her side and pulled her arms over her head once again, fastening the scarf this time to the headboard. “All right?” he asked, stroking her face with his hand.

  She nodded, loving his touch, needing it so much more than she ever had before.

  “You please me very much, Laura, my pet. Your body is a pleasure, has always been a pleasure. But even more so tonight, now that you have chosen to give it to my care.”

  His eyes roved down her nakedness, and she felt a blush steal over her as he pulled her legs apart taking his time looking over her naked pussy.

  He slid his fingers between her legs. “You are aroused.”

  She groaned, nearly choked, and rolled her eyes. Thank you, Captain Obvious. Maybe mental deficiency went along with being a Dom.

  A wicked grin curved around Adam’s lips for a moment then was gone. “But you will not come. Not until I give you permission. Do you still understand that?”

  Laura nodded again. How, she wondered, was one supposed to hold back an orgasm?

  “You will not come, even if I might decide to do...this,” he bent to her body and suckled one breast, tugging energetically on the nipple and making it rigid within his hot mouth.

  Laura gritted her teeth, trying to ignore the electricity that was dancing over her clit and up into her eyebrows.

  “...Or this...” his hand caressed her belly, swiping low over her tingly skin and returning up to her nipples in a slow stroke.

  Her body burned.

  “...Or this...” He lowered his mouth to her clit and sucked gently on the little bud.

  She groaned and gnawed on the silk scarf in agony, trying to hold back the tide of her orgasm and having no success. Her legs trembled and she squirmed, but Adam held her buttocks firmly, suckling and teasing her with his mouth.

  It was no good, she couldn’t hold it back.

  Frantically she jerked her arms, trying to tell him she was going to come whether he liked it or not, damn him. If he didn’t want her to come he should take his teasing, tickling tongue away from her body. And if he did, she’d die. First she’d break his damn neck, then she’d die.

  With a muffled scream she came, Adam’s tongue thrusting deep inside her, drinking her spasms and squeezing her buttocks hard, pulling her deeper into her personal vortex of sensual bliss.

  Her body shattered in a million pieces of light, her mind went off to the South Pacific for lunch, and she convulsed in pleasure for what seemed like an hour or two.

  Sighing, she let her muscles relax, swimming back up to the surface of consciousness surrounded by her own personal pink haze of satisfaction.

  She opened her eyes and looked down.

  Adam was watching her from between her legs.

  Oh God. She’d disobeyed.

  She’d come.

  *~~*~~*

  Adam’s soul sang as he watched his mate explode into her orgasm beneath his mouth. He held on tight, squeezing her to him, feeling her contractions as she came, strongly, deeply, and around his tongue.

  It was a ride of sheer wonder and Adam rejoiced.

  It also put him exactly where he wanted to be for the next phase of their evening. He prayed that his experiment would be a success and that she wouldn’t, for once in her adult life, fall asleep right after her climax. If she had sufficient adrenaline pumping through her body, she couldn’t possibly drop off into a snooze.

  Could she?

  To her obvious surprise, the answer was no.

  A very wide awake and worried pair of eyes was watching him over the top of her gag, but she still held the little bag clutched between her fingers. She hadn’t given him the safe word.

  Adam heaved an enormous sigh of relief. It was going to work. It was going to better-than-work, it was going to erupt into a volcanically huge moment between them.

  Pulling his random thoughts together, Adam returned to the moment. “You came against my instructions, Laura.”

  She closed her eyes and opened them again, making shaking movements with her head and apologetic noises through her gag.

  “I appreciate that you are a beginner in this area. Therefore, I shall not punish you harshly.”

  He suppressed his smile as he saw her sigh with relief.

  “But you must realize that when I ask for something, I mean to receive it. You are to consider your orgasm a gift that you will give me when I am ready to accept it. Do you understand?”

  Laura nodded frantically.

  “I must make you see that these rules are for the benefit of both of us. And you have broken the rules.”

  Adam eased himself off the bed, stroking his hand down her inner thigh as he did so. “Therefore, I must administer a little taste of discipline. Just to remind you of your mistake.”

  Laura’s eyes grew even wider as he allowed his robe to slide off his shoulders and drop to the floor.

  He was hard, ready, and responding to the look of awe on her face. He held himself taut, remembering his years as a Dom and a Trainer. He kept his expression calm and controlled as he reached for his flogger.

  It felt so good in his hand, almost as if it had been made just for him. He flipped the tails through the air, playing with them, letting them tumble loosely then tugging them into a tight arc. He wasn’t sure if Laura was still breathing, she was frozen, immobile, eyes glued to his hands. And still she held the little bag.

  Adam neared the bed and let a couple of solid thumps fall onto the mattress beside Laura.

  She jumped. Good, she was still breathing.

  “I am going to turn you onto your stomach now.”

  Her eyes were telling him a thousand different things as he neared her, that she was nervous, aroused, pumped full of sexual energy and incredibly excited. There was also a dash of fear thrown in for good measure.

  Adam’s cock throbbed as he brushed against the soft sheepskin and turned his wife onto her stomach. He settled her comfortably, checking her bonds and making sure the silk was not too tight around her wrists or her mouth.

  Gently placing a little kiss on her cheek, he pushed her hair away from her face, wanting to watch her expressions.

  A little shudder wandered across her skin as Adam eased her legs apart and brushed his hand across her buttocks. “Laura, it’s time.” He saw her tense.

  “I will not hurt you. If, at any time, you wish me to stop your punishment, simply drop the bag. Nod if you understand.”

  Laura nodded.

  Adam reached for his flogger and took a firm grip.

  Laura took a deep breath.


  With a swing and a swish, the leathers landed on the flat of her bottom with a resounding thwack.

  Laura jumped out of her skin. Then she moaned.

  Adam grinned to himself as he watched the soft pink rise to the surface of her skin. He’d barely touched her, his skill returning to his hand as if it had never left.

  But he knew she was so aroused by the emotions she’d experienced this evening that any little touch was going to be magnified a thousand times by her mind and her nerve endings. He used a light, flicking stroke across the tops of her thighs, several times in rapid succession.

  She gasped behind her gag and sighed.

  He flipped the tails up her spine and dragged them down, teasing her flesh and letting them cascade down over her bottom. Then quickly whipped them away, leaving the impression of a sting on her swollen lips.

  She flinched as the leather touched her wet folds.

  Once again he allowed a solid sounding thump to land on her buttocks, and followed it up with a couple more strokes, alternating from right to left and back again.

  He knew the force behind his lashes was negligible. He could have been throwing a leather jacket down on her butt and she would have felt the same pressure. But her heightened arousal, her mental state and her restraints were pushing her into another level of awareness. She was groaning now, spreading her legs and wiggling her buttocks. She was asking for more with her body, even though her mind may not have realized it.

  Adam knew her flesh would be super sensitized, receptive to every little current of air and touch that he cared to administer. To double check, he brushed one leather tail over a pink cheek and watched her face as her eyes clenched shut and her lips bit down on the gag.

  She was feeling the heat of his flogger in her backside and also probably now in her clit. The blood would be rushing to her reddening flesh and making all the other parts in the area swell with sensitivity.

  He raised his knee onto the bed and pushed her legs apart roughly, knowing that this was not the time for gentleness. That would come later.

  He opened her wide.

  She moaned as his knees grazed along her inner thigh and she spread herself even more for him, opening herself, leaving herself vulnerable to his pleasure. Adam’s heart contracted. He couldn’t possibly love her more than he did at that moment.

  She had no clue what was coming, no idea of what to expect, and yet she was sure enough of him to offer him everything.

  He felt humbled.

  He was determined that she’d remember this night for the rest of their lives, and also that he’d give her another orgasm that would rattle her molars and register as a seismic tremor five states away.

  He continued his gentle attack with his flogger, sometimes just letting the tips graze her body, or the sides of her breasts. Other times he’d place a nice thud down across her luscious backside. Never hurting, always caressing, stopping just short of real pain, Adam used all his latent skill on Laura’s body as it lay before him.

  Slowly her moans subsided and she became silent, waiting, trembling, breathing raggedly.

  Adam knew she was nearing a new level of awareness, her tender skin and screaming nerve endings becoming the focus of her mental processes. There would be no room for thoughts of the office, her day, her workout or what they’d had for dinner.

  Her daily existence would vanish for the time she was lost in her body’s new sensations. It was sometimes called “space” or “sub-space”, and he had a feeling Laura was nearing it.

  He felt a thrill run through him at the thought. The sense of achievement that he could introduce his very own Laura to this new sensation. His mind whirled, his body rushed with pure joy and his cock stood up and applauded.

  He remained steady in his movements, letting her experience her body, her thoughts and her feelings. This moment was for her, and her alone.

  But eventually, the pressure in his groin became too much for him to ignore any longer. All Dom training aside, this was his wife, his woman, and he wanted her.

  Now.

  Gently, he began to ease off on his strokes, giving her much more in the way of caresses and less in the way of tingling slaps. He peppered her bottom with little nipping kisses, licking the warm redness of her cheeks, and slipping his fingers through her moisture and up between them.

  She lay still, yet wanting, skin shivering at each of his touches, eyes closed, pulse pounding.

  Her scent filled the air and her pussy was soaked, her honey covering his hands and his knees where he had rubbed against her. He inhaled deeply, scenting his woman on a primal level.

  Gently he leaned over her and released her bonds, letting her arms drop to the bed and massaging her shoulders. She winced slightly, but moved under his touch, welcoming it, encouraging it, responding to it.

  Adam slipped a hand beneath her belly and encouraged her to rise up onto her knees, presenting her ass to him. She readily obeyed.

  He slid his hands through her moisture again and ran up between her cheeks to her anus, letting his fingertips caress the tight muscles he found there.

  She sighed with pleasure, and he could feel her tension relax as he continued his intimate touch. He knew she would have taken him there had he so desired. Or at least tried. But that was not for tonight.

  Tonight, her submission and her voyage into new worlds of sensation was nearly complete.

  Adam rubbed his cock through her moisture and over her clit, feeling the enormous heat of her as he touched her flesh. Without a moment’s hesitation, he slid inside her and buried himself to the hilt.

  It was amazing.

  He’d never felt Laura’s inner channel as fully as he did right now. She was sizzling hot, wet with boiling currents of moisture and rippling with fiery contractions which massaged his cock as he withdrew and plunged back again.

  He never wanted this to end.

  Laura sighed beneath him, and he slid his hands to her body. One hand found a nipple, hard, encouraging, waiting for his touch. The other sought out her clit, and gently fondled it, teasing the skin around it, pulling softly beneath it, and making a moan of pleasure erupt from her throat.

  He sensed her skin tighten as his caresses brought her back to the brink of orgasm, and he released her breast for a moment as he freed her mouth from the gag.

  She sobbed out his name, “Adam...”

  Faster and faster Adam thrust, pounding now, letting his balls slap her hot skin and her fiery heat hold him tight as he moved.

  It didn’t take long. Laura tensed throughout the entire length of her body, muscles going rock hard as the ecstasy built.

  Adam was right with her. His crescendo was beginning low in his spine, and gathering momentum at such a rate he was becoming as helpless to control it as she had been.

  Electric shocks danced across his buttocks and his balls solidified as his orgasm neared.

  Laura was sobbing and screaming and pushing herself back against him now, in a frenzy of desire, craving that final push that would send them both over the edge into incandescence.

  Adam found her clit, slipped his finger underneath it and pushed up.

  The resulting explosion must have registered as a 5.9 on somebody’s Richter scale.

  Adam was sure her body was going to yank his cock clean off. Her muscles grabbed him and pulsed around him so hard it hurt. He had no choice but to let go.

  With a shout of pure joy, Adam erupted into his wife, hot cum spurting deep into her body in an endless geyser of life.

  For eternal moments they were joined in that special place reserved for lovers—a place where there was no time, no space, nothing but the flickers of passion behind their eyelids and two bodies mating in a vortex of heart-pounding sensation.

  Slowly, agonizingly, it ended.

  Adam took a ragged breath. He wondered to himself who had mastered whom that night.

  Gently, he eased away from Laura.

  She turned over and gave him a tired
little smile. “My God. Adam,”

  she whispered.

  The bag dropped from her fingers and she fell asleep.

  Epilogue

  The occasional morning - Apt. 6C...

  6:44am...Laura Stratton-Burns takes a shower.

  6:45am...Adam Burns enters the shower to join his wife.

  6:49am...Laura runs her soapy hands all over her husband’s body.

  6:50am...Adam begins to shampoo Laura’s hair as she lowers herself in front of him.

  6:55am...Laura has very clean hair.

  6:58am...Adam Burns is a very happy man.

  7:02am...Laura Burns gets her turn with the shampoo.

  7:15am...The windows rattle in the bathroom. Laura has once again hit high C. Neither stop to pick up the towels.

  7:19am...Adam grabs Laura’s panties and shakes his head.

  7:22am...A rather flushed Laura begins an argument by showing her naked behind to Adam.

  7:45am...Laura and Adam stagger out of their bedroom.

  8:00am...Laura Stratton-Burns is late for her first meeting of the day, and complains of a pulled muscle. This explains why she spends much of the day fidgeting on her chair.

  8:30am...Fred Stubbins pulls on his Mom’s hand and points at Mr. Burns who is running across the school quad and smiling. Fred tells his Mom that Mr. Burns is going to be late for homeroom. Again.

  Some Evenings – Apt. 6C

  9:02pm...Laura Stratton-Burns staggers home after her gym session.

  9:04pm...Laura finds Adam waiting for her in the foyer.

  9:05pm...Adam strips her naked and presents her with a brand new pair of leather cuffs.

  9:07pm...With her hands behind her and Adam’s tongue all over her sweaty body, Laura is soundly fucked up against her own front door.

  9:15pm...Laura and Adam snuggle on the couch, touching, loving, smiling, and discussing their day.

  9:20pm...Laura requests permission to shower.

  9:21pm...Adam agrees and allows Laura her shower.

  9:22pm...Adam arranges the bedroom according to his wishes. It is now the interrogation room of a WWII barracks. Or it’s supposed to be.