At Her Husband's Command

by Harlem,Lily

  “What?”

  “You want to fuck her.”

  “No, I don’t.” He shook his head and his frown deepened.

  “But how can you not? She’s young and pretty, virginal almost and dressed in white.” She gestured to her own outfit. “Which is clearly your thing tonight as you picked this for me.”

  He tipped his chin up and pulled in a breath. His nostrils flared. “I will not have this.”

  His voice was low and dangerous and Melody wrapped her arms around her waist. Nervousness romped through her but she was unable to stop the emotions spiralling.

  “You know full well that I only want you,” Ivor said. “You’re the only woman I have fucked for the last ten years and the only woman I intend to fuck for the rest of my life. I might play, do a scene, but I’ll never sink my dick into another cunt other than yours.” He stepped up to her. “And you will only ever have my cock inside your pussy.”

  His wide shoulders filled her vision; he was breathing fast, like her.

  “So I will not tolerate you not grasping the depths of my desire for you, sub. I only want you and you will accept that.” His eyes flashed as he curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Tell me you understand me.”

  She pressed her hands over his chest. “Yes, yes, I understand.” And she did. There was no denying the vehemence in his tone or the intensity of his words.

  “Never forget it or you will be severely punished.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Because I won’t have you doubting my love for you when what I’m doing is replaying one of the most amazing nights of my life.” He touched his nose to hers. “You will be my virgin bride again tonight, and we will feel the torturous frustration we did back then.”

  He took her hand and slid it down to his groin.

  Melody pulled in a deep breath. He was rock solid and his cock strained at the material of his trousers.

  Ivor wasn’t usually one to let an erection go past without finding relief, but it seemed this evening, that was part of the fun.

  “So,” he said quietly. “We will both go back into the dining room and entertain our old and new friends. We will serve a nice meal, most likely there will be some playing as there usually is, and you will not have another thought about me wanting Lottie.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then later on, I’ll fuck your tight pussy the way I did that very first time.”

  Melody swallowed. She wanted him to fuck her now. Show her how much he loved and desired her. “But how…?”

  “How will I make your pussy tight?”

  “Yes.”

  “I have an idea.” He stepped away.

  Melody felt cold without him pressed against her. “What? What’s the idea?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see.” He gestured to the salad. “Now take that in and make sure our guests all have water and wine to go with their meal.”

  For a moment she hesitated. Wanting to ask more questions. Then she did as Ivor had instructed and took the salad into the dining room.

  * * *

  The meal went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and the conversation flowed around the table. There was much interest in Lottie and Rupert’s new home, and Lottie’s new shop, which she’d just opened and would be selling organic beauty products.

  Tia announced that she and Kyle were heading to the US to see her mother for a few weeks and was planning on visiting some club friends who’d moved out there the year before.

  When the plates were empty, Ivor stood and began to clear them away.

  Melody helped him.

  “That was delicious,” Tia said.

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ivor smiled.

  Melody carried the near-empty salad bowl into the kitchen.

  She then went back and retrieved the breadboard.

  “No, not that,” Ivor said sternly as he lifted the bowl the beef had been served in.

  “Oh, okay, Sir.” She set the board down in the centre of the table.

  Ivor held her gaze for a moment then took the bowl into the kitchen.

  Melody noticed the water jug was empty so followed him, planning on replenishing it.

  As she waited for the jug to fill, he came up behind her.

  He slotted his hard cock between her buttocks. “I want you so badly.”

  “So have me.”

  “Not until our wedding night.” He chuckled and set a kiss on her temple.

  “Which is when?” She sent a quick prayer heavenward that he wouldn’t say next week.

  “In a few hours, when our guests leave or if they decide to go and play together.” He paused. “Heaven help me though, you’re so damn gorgeous.”

  She swallowed and her pussy trembled. Would she be able to wait that long? What if they didn’t play and sat around chatting for ages? And why had the breadboard been left on the table? What did he have in mind for that?

  “Is it mean to say I want them to go now?” She pressed the crown of her head into the groove of his neck.

  “It’s certainly not very hospitable.”

  “Sorry.”

  “You’re forgiven.” He reached past her and turned off the tap. The jug was overflowing. “Just make sure you stay wet for me.”

  “I am.”

  He nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive area just behind her ears. “Let me just check.”

  Once again he pulled at her skirt, exposing her thighs, then her bare pussy.

  Melody didn’t need telling to spread her legs; she did it almost instinctually.

  He held her closer, as if making sure she was in no doubt how painfully hard he was.

  She writhed against him, then caught her breath as he swiped through her labia. She was slick and damp, her clit trembling with the need for stimulation.

  He gently eased one finger into her pussy.

  She groaned and tried to seat herself lower onto him but he didn’t allow it. Instead he pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, giving her some of what she needed.

  “I remember seeing you, in the church in that white dress,” he murmured. “All our family and friends there, and do you know what I was thinking?”

  “What?” She was breathless, her knees shaky. “What were you thinking, Sir?”

  “That as soon as I possibly could I was going to sink my cock into my new wife and show her how much I loved her.”

  “Yes, you did that.” She nodded. Damn, it was so good when he touched her. It always felt like the first time. She couldn’t imagine not being greedy for more.

  “And I will again. Soon.”

  He stepped away, his movements abrupt and once more making Melody chilled at the loss of his body heat.

  She spun around, holding the dripping jug of water, and her skirt fell into place.

  “Come on,” he said, moving a little stiffly toward the door. “We should go to our guests; it’s time for the fun to begin.”

  She was about to ask what fun but he’d already left the room.

  Returning to the table, she took her place next to Tia. She squirmed on the seat, wishing she could get some kind of satisfaction. Ivor was teasing himself and her and the need had grown inside of her to the point it felt like a heat wave washing over her skin.

  “You okay?” Tia asked. “You look a little flushed.”

  “I’m fine.” Melody nodded. “Frustrated but fine.”

  “Why, what—?”

  “I discovered a rather pleasing new implement today,” Ivor said, holding up the breadboard and rubbing the crumbs from it. His commanding tone let every sub in the room know they had to be quiet and give him their full attention.

  “Oh?” Kyle said, eyeing the flat wood. “That looks interesting.”

  “It is, and will no doubt appeal to you. As Melody reminded me earlier, you have a fondness for using household items when it comes to punishments.”

  “I do indeed.” He held out his hand. “May I?”
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  “Of course.” Ivor handed it to him.

  Melody squirmed again on the seat.

  She caught Ivor watching her.

  She wasn’t sure if he was pleased she was squirming or cross. But she couldn’t help herself. Her arse tingled at the memory of the paddle and her pussy was so wet from arousal she was quite uncomfortable.

  Kyle turned the board over a few times, then appeared to test the weight of it. “Nice.” He nodded. “I like it.”

  “I think you will,” Ivor said.

  “Perhaps we should try it out,” Rupert said. “If that would be agreeable with everyone.”

  “I don’t see why not,” Ivor said.

  Rupert turned to Lottie. “We want your arse.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She had her hands in her lap and dropped her gaze to look at them. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir.”

  “Bend over the table.” Rupert stood and held the back of her chair.

  As Lottie got to her feet, he moved the chair to one side, well out of the way.

  Melody watched on, excitement running through her at the prospect of seeing the board in action. It was however tinged with a little jealousy that she wasn’t going to be the guinea pig, and that Lottie had stolen the leading role.

  Kyle also stood, wooden board still in his hand. “May I?”

  “Of course,” Rupert said.

  Kyle set his hand in the centre of Lottie’s back and pushed her so her body was flat on the table.

  She folded her arms and pressed her brow to them, as though staring at the table’s surface.

  Rupert pulled up the base of her white dress, exposing the orbs of her buttocks. It seemed she, like all the subs in the room, had not been permitted to use underwear.

  From where Melody sat she could see Lottie’s buttocks were already pink, the lingering heat of her earlier spanking still evident. She glanced at Ivor; he too was looking at Lottie’s delicate arse.

  A fizz of jealousy went through her and she hoped she’d hidden it in her expression.

  “She does exasperate me when she can’t decide what to wear for an evening out like this.” Rupert rubbed Lottie’s flushed skin. “So she was punished and I took the decision out of her hands and laid out this outfit.”

  “A very wise course of action,” Ivor said, looking at Melody. A twitch of a smile tugged at his lips. “My sub also can’t decide what to wear on occasion so I, too, take the matter from her hands.”

  Kyle gave the breadboard a practice swing.

  “I think this will be a punishment my sub will enjoy,” Rupert said, eyeing the board. “And maybe next time there will be no need for a fuss about clothing or making us nearly late for our dinner engagement.”

  “I can see why you’re thinking that way,” Kyle said, still swiping the board through the air.

  “Yes. So feel free to try it on her whenever you’re ready.”

  Chapter Four

  “Do you mind,” Ivor said suddenly, “if my sub and I leave you to your fun for a little while? I have something I simply must attend to.”

  “Not at all,” Kyle said, his attention fixed on Lottie’s exposed arse. “We’ll amuse ourselves for as long as you need.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Ivor reached for Melody’s hand and tugged her to standing. He was a little rough, and his movements held an urgency to them.

  She knew better than to quiz her master, but a hundred questions were swarming in her mind. Was he going to tease them both again? Had he hit the limit of his sexual frustration? Maybe he’d guessed the jealous flash of emotion that had streaked through her. Or perhaps she’d displeased him by squirming, and now she was going to bear the brunt of his sadistic streak, the one that liked to tie her up in their playroom and streak her butt with the sharp lines of his cane?

  She glanced at Tia, who was also sat with her hands in her lap and her head slightly bowed. But her gaze was fixed on the wooden paddle her dom was now wielding over Lottie.

  “This way,” Ivor said, wrapping his arm around Melody’s waist and all but dragging her from the room.

  “Is everything okay, Sir?”

  “It will be.”

  “Have I displeased you?”

  “Only by being so damn sexy that I’ve had to change my plans for the evening.”

  So it’s not the jealousy thing again. I hid it well. Thank goodness.

  “I’m sorry for being so sexy, Sir.” She wasn’t sorry in the least. She loved that he found her irresistible, that he couldn’t contain his longing for her. And to leave their guests so they could… that was unheard of and a new thrill.

  As they headed up the stairs, Melody heard a resounding smack—the sound of wood connecting hard and fast with flesh.

  She held in a groan, remembering how it felt when Ivor had paddled her earlier.

  So damn sore and so damn good.

  “They don’t need us to have a great time,” Ivor said, not pausing. “And I’m sure the evening has only just begun.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She turned at the top of the stairs toward their bedroom.

  “Yes,” he said. “In there. I wouldn’t take a virgin to the playroom.”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  Once in the bedroom, he stepped away from her.

  Melody stood, as he’d expect her to, with her hands behind her back, breasts jutting forward, her hard nipples poking her sheer top, and her feet hip width apart.

  He went to the tall white cupboard that housed not only his crisp work shirts, but also a box of toys he kept in here, so as not to have to go the playroom in the middle of the night if the mood should take him.

  A rustle of paper caught her attention, but she tried not to stare. Her instructions, at moments like this, were always to look at the carpet. She mustn’t appear too inquisitive, or, heaven forbid, impertinent.

  “I bought you a present,” he said.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You may look at it.”

  She raised her head. The crunching sound had come from a bag from their favourite sex shop in Kinton, one Ivor had to pass regularly on his way to and from work. He was peering into it with a look of barely contained anticipation.

  What the hell was in there?

  She glanced at his groin. His hard-on was still evident. Whatever it was had got him so riled up that he hadn’t been able to stay and watch a spanking.

  Curiosity gnawed at her.

  He put his hand into the bag and pulled out a white, tapered butt plug. On the end was a sparkling opaque jewel, diamond-like.

  “This,” he said, “will make you feel like a virgin again.”

  “It will, Sir?”

  He nodded and tossed the bag to one side. Stepping up close, he held the plug between them. The dim light caught on the jewel and refracted the shadows over his face.

  “I’ve fucked your ass,” he said, spinning it in his fingers. “And your cunt. But I’ve never had both. And this way, with a plug in your butt, your pussy will be so damn tight. You’ll feel anxious and unsure if I’ll fit, like you did that first time.”

  Melody gulped. The plug was big. It would make her feel so full, and then with Ivor’s cock too…

  “Don’t look so worried, little one,” he said, hooking his thumb beneath her chin and tipping her face to his. “You know you can trust me. I won’t hurt you, I’ll make it good for you this first time of me claiming both of your holes.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled. It was the dark, wicked smile she’d come to associate with the start of a seriously hot, edgy play session between them.

  A pulse of longing went through her. A shiver of desire snaked over her scalp. She tensed her internal muscles and clenched her butt cheeks, knowing that soon he would own them. He’d be driving in hard and fast and pushing her to one hell of an orgasm.

  He swiped his lips over hers. “Turn around.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She did as he’d asked and faced the end of the be
d. It had a solid wooden frame, one Ivor liked to tie her to, spread-eagled, and she clung to the top rung.

  He flicked up her skirt, exposing her buttocks. “You’re going to have to relax. This is bigger than the other ones I’ve inserted into you. But it’s not any bigger than my cock so you can take it.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her belly tensed, and she curled her toes into the carpet. Her anus quivered, anticipating his touch. She loved anal play. Having Sir come in her arse was always a treat, not least because he enjoyed it so much. His cries of delight, the coarse language, the thrust of his hips, told her it was one of his favourite ways to climax.

  She was grateful when he swiped his cool lube-covered finger down the cleft of her buttocks.

  A drip of dampness was preparing to trickle from her labia to her thigh. She shifted her hips from left to right and felt it begin its journey.

  “Keep still.” He gripped the left side of her waist, his hand bunching the material of her clothes.

  Fleetingly, it went through her mind that it was unusual for her to still be fully dressed at this point, then she recalled that it was the virginal white clothes that were yanking his chain this evening.

  He swiped over her anus, spreading the lube.

  She blew out a breath, hung her head low, and shut her eyes. She could do this.

  An echoing smack and a yelp drifted up the stairs. Then another and another, on and on it went, seeping through the house and floating in the air. Lottie was clearly having fun, as were the other doms. But it all seemed like a distant occurrence to Melody. Almost like a movie playing in the background.

  Sir was working her tightest hole, making sure it was soft and pliant with lubrication.

  She sighed into the moment. Her limbs were heavy and she was glad of the bed end to hold onto.

  He pushed one finger into her, slipping it knuckle deep.

  He groaned.

  She moaned.

  “Good girl, more, like that. You’re so ready for this, my little virgin.”

  “Yes, Sir. Please, more.”

  He added another finger, the stretch delicious and oh, so dark. He pumped in and out several times, as if testing the compliance of her anal muscles.