Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle One

by Michelle Houston

  “You were telling the truth baby, and I’m sorry for doubting you. Let me make it up to you?”

  “If you wish,” she gasped out, already knowing just how he would make it up to her. Melissa focused on keeping her muscles relaxed as he climbed off of the bed and circled to the other side. Gently grasping her wrists, he pulled some of the slack in the sash that bound her wrists together, and tied it around her headboard. Her leg trembled as he moved down the bed and cupped her slender ankle. Lifting it to his lips, he sucked one toes into his mouth, one at a time, lavishing them with attention. Her clit throbbed in protest, demanding he shift his attention there. But he didn’t.

  Instead, he carefully tied her ankle to another scarf, this one previously having been attached to the footboard. Her other foot received the same tongue attention, before being bound, and then he was at her head.

  Melissa could hear the faint sounds of her nightstand drawer being opened, and her mind raced, wondering which toy her was going to pull out. Last time he had used the anal plug, so she doubted he would use it again so soon, but there were dozens of other alternatives.

  She jerked as his hand suddenly cupped her breasts, thumb and forefinger pulling her nipple into a hard bud. The familiar sting of a gator clamp soon followed. As he repeated the process on the other breast, he moved slower, leaning over her body to brush her stinging nipple with the smooth silk of his shirt.

  Melissa whimpered in pained-pleasure.

  “Do you like my apology so far baby?”

  “Yes,” she hissed out, her nipples on fire.

  “Good.” He fairly purred, and Melissa creamed at the sound. He had a sadistic streak that he rarely indulged, but some times, he was all too willing to torment her to her limits. Given his mood when he had left her, she well understood that he wouldn’t let her off easy this time.

  Spread eagle and fully bound, she should have felt dirty with her nipple and clit clamps, but only felt free. It wasn’t until she had met Gregory, and he had first spanked her, that she had felt herself truly come alive. Gregory pushed her, and she allowed him to, even begging him to upon occasion.

  All her past relationships had been pale shadows of what she now enjoyed.

  Even with the fears of the past, she had been able to see that he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Yet, she could remember her mother expressing the same sentiments about husband number three.

  The faint whistle in the air was the only warning she got before the nine-tailed whip landed against her skin. Hissing at the sting on her stomach, she wanted badly to see her skin turning from creamy white to red.

  Another faint switch, then the whip connected with her left breast. She undulated on the bed, her pussy clenching, aching for a hard cock to fill her, as he lashed at her again, this time marking her right breast.

  Each blow in itself wasn’t enough to actually hurt her, but as he crisscrossed the whip marks, it sent a jolt through her body. She stopped counting at the twentieth blow, her body going into overload as he landed a direct hit against her pussy.

  Screaming softly, she arched against the bed, instinctively wiggling away, which earned her several rapid blows against her tender core.

  “Gregory,’ she gasped, knowing she didn’t really want him to stop.

  The flail of the whip stopped, as he waited. When she didn’t say anything else, he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips. After he moved back, she could hear him rustling in the drawer again, and knew she would be punished. He allowed her to moan and whimper, scream and wail at will, but she was only supposed to speak when he gave her leave, or when she truly couldn’t take it any more.

  He didn’t want her to feel the need for a safe-word. He had explained simply that it was because if fear ever set in, she might not remember it. Instead, slowly he had trained her to speak only when in distress. For her to have spoken now, even something so simple as his name, while their emotions were running so high, was something she really shouldn’t have done. She knew in her heart than Gregory would never hurt her, but he would push her to the edge of her sexual limits, drawing out her orgasm until she was ready to scream and beg for it.

  A hum filled the stillness of the air as he turned on one of her vibrators. Trying to tell just which one by the sound was impossible, she had too many. Feeling the tip being pressed against her lips, she parted them and deep throated the mock cock, her pussy weeping for it to be moved there. And Gregory knew it …

  Sucking on the dildo, she pretended it was his cock she was giving head to, running her tongue over the vein along the underside and swirling it around the tip. As Gregory pulled it free of her mouth with a faint pop, she trembled in anticipation.

  He stroked it lightly over the tips of her nipples, driving her crazy. Oh so very slowly he moved the buzzing dildo down her body, trailing it over the ribs and into the valley of her belly button, before rubbing it with aching precision over her clit. He knew just how to draw it out, so that pleasure became almost pain as her body throbbed for more. He played her like a virtuoso would a fine instrument, with precision and sheer passion.

  Without any warning, he pressed the dildo against her pouting pussy lips and thrust hard between them, sliding the fake cock halfway into her pussy. Melissa gasped and arched as the remainder of the eight inches was driven into her core.

  Her pussy clenched around the plastic device, gasping at it in a vain effort to orgasm. Helpless, she couldn’t do anything to push herself over the brink that Gregory kept her poised on. Everything was his call to make, her orgasm held to his whim. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. She willing submitted to him, knowing he would provide what she needed to experience the height of pleasure.

  She faintly could hear the rasp of his zipper and the subtle slide of material. When the bed dipped next to her head, she knew what was coming even before he straddled her and pressed his cock-head against her lips.

  Sucking gently on the tip, she fought the instinctive gag as he thrust down into her throat. Tipping her head back, Melissa attained the perfect position to let him fuck her mouth. All that was required of her was her to suck and lick, as he thrust in and out. Tied as she was, she couldn’t even palm his balls, or stroke his cock as she gave him head.

  The slide of the dildo, infinitely slowly in and out was at drastic odds with the almost animalistic pump of his hips as he used her mouth to his will. The dildo jerked upwards, slamming against her pelvic bone as he gave a soft groan. Raking him with her teeth, she drew another groan from him.

  “That’s good baby. So very fucking good.”

  He dropped over her, his clothing brushing and torturing her clamped nipples and sensitive skin. Nuzzling at her small patch of hair, he started lapping at her clit, before removing the clamp with his teeth. Melissa gasped around his cock as the flow of blood returned with a sharp sting.

  The pace of the dildo picked up, and even with her head held almost completely immobile, she knew what to do. Sucking at hard as she could, she stroked her tongue up and down his cock as he worked the plastic cock in and out of her pussy.

  She could feel the familiar pull of her orgasm, but pushed it back with everything in her. To orgasm before him would ruin everything. Early in their relationship, she had gotten away with it. But now she had control over her climax, and knew how much it pleased him to command her when to come.

  Arching into his mouth, she thrilled as he ground his face down, his tongue tracing the edge of her pussy, which was stretched by the girth of the dildo. His cock throbbed in her mouth, and then a warm jet gushed out, followed by a second, then a third. Gregory groaned against her pussy, his teeth clamping down on her clit.

  Whimpering at the sensation, Melissa fought back the pounding rush of her orgasm, waiting for those precious words to leave his mouth. Melissa licked at the corner of her mouth, savoring the tiny trail of his semen as he pulled his cock from her mouth.

  Gregory gasped for breath, and she thrilled as always at
the beautiful sound.

  The steady motions of the dildo stopped and she almost screamed in frustration. Then she felt the tightness on her ankles give as Gregory untied them.

  The bed dipped as Gregory shifted on it, moving to untie her wrists from the headboard. With a soft touch, he repositioned them both, so that she was leaning back into his body while he leaned against the headboard.

  It was how they often cuddled together to watch TV at night. It was almost surreal to lay in the same position as he started the thrusts of the dildo into her pussy again. Her nerves tingled throughout her body, as the blood rushed to her skin. She could feel the blush of need covering her body, and it took everything she had to hold back the urge to beg for an orgasm. Gregory still hadn’t given her permission to speak, but neither had he given her permission to orgasm either.

  His lips pressed tender kisses against her neck, in stark contrast to the deep thrusts of the fake cock in her pussy. Tender and fierce at once, it was enough to send her senses to a whole new level. Time seemed to slow, each moment a beat of her heart, as she waited in limbo for hr lover to give his permission. Lost in the sensations coursing through her body, she came to a startling realization. She was going to marry Gregory.

  “You did wonderful baby.”

  His whispered praise against the tender skin of her neck was the most precious thing she had ever heard. He wasn’t the most talkative of men, but when he spoke she knew he meant what he said.

  “Now come for me baby.”

  His permission secured, she stopped fighting the rush of sensations that had hammered at her body, and let her mind float in the ecstasy flooding her system. Closing her eyes behind the blindfold, she worked to keep her breathing steady, and fought the urge to hold her breath as he started pumping the dildo into her pussy with a renewed vigor, even as he pinched her stinging nipples.

  With a rush, her orgasm washed over her, sending her spiraling out of control. Screaming out her enjoyment, her love and passion for him, Melissa came apart for Gregory.

  Jerking in his arms, she trembled and thrashed, euphoria sweetly filling her body and blocking everything else out.

  When she opened her eyes, the blindfold was gone and Gregory was naked beside her, his fingers gently stroking through her sweat-dampened auburn hair.

  “Welcome back,” he whispered, then pressed a soft kiss against her lips. She lifted her bound arms and wrapped them around his neck, holding him tight against her. Rather than protest, he leaned into her touch, letting them both savor the affection that flowed between them.

  Looking into his brown eyes, she could see the faintest hints of hurt still lingering, and it broke her heart that she had brought him anything but pleasure.

  “Yes Gregory, yes I will marry you.”

  His lips curled in a smile moments before he clasped her against him and climbed from the bed. Spinning her around in a circle, he laughed with sheer joy, the sound so very sweet to her ears.

  It was true, there was the chance she could one day regret marrying him. Life never offered any certainties. But the chance of future unhappiness was overshadowed by the certainty that if she didn’t marry him, she would definitely regret it. She just had to trust that what they had would last.

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  Other ‘Kinky Girls Do’ titles by Michelle Houston:

  Bad Girls Dream … Kinky Girls Do!

  A Passion For Learning

  Arianna's been a bad student, not doing her homework and hanging out with her friends, and it is up to her husband to punish her with a creative spanking in this role-playing short story.

  Content warning: M/F, a bad girl gets a spanking

  Chasing Her Dream

  Lydia had just one wish for her birthday – to be sexually dominated. Her boyfriend couldn't handle the job, and ended their relationship over it. Luckily for her, her best friend Shawn was more than willing and able to fulfill her fantasy. She just has to run first . . . and trust him to chase her.

  Content warning: M/F, a sexy alpha male

  Tied With A Bow

  Sylvia's husband Devin had to work at the hospital on Christmas Eve, but she has a delightful way for them to usher in Christmas Day, involving lots of ribbon and jingle-bells.

  Content warning: M/F, a sexy bound male, creative use of jingle-bells

  Your Attention Please

  Angela is an exhibitionist, which makes her job as a stripper perfect for her. She really likes it when her boyfriend watches the crowds’ reaction to her, because she knows that afterwards he will have to reassert his claim on her. And he does, in a delicious way perfect for her exhibitionist nature.

  Content warning: M/F, voyeur/exhibitionism

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Born to ride on the back of dragons, to journey among the stars in a ship traveling faster than light, or to dance the night away in the arms of a mysterious vampire, Michelle Houston willingly shares the worlds in her mind in an effort to bring them to life.

  Writing everything from short and sweet stories, to hot and spicy tales of kink, from contemporary tales of erotic romance to erotica romances featuring Greek gods, vampires and were-creatures, she has crossed sexualities and has gone wherever her mental muse has guided her, a journey she has never regretted.

  As for the more mundane details: Michelle is a Sagittarius, born in the Chinese zodiac Year of the Horse. She currently resides in the Midwest US with her husband and daughter. Michelle has a love of the natural world around us (except for insects, spiders, snakes, scorpions, and she reserves the right to add more at any time). She's one of those people that actually liked Biology in High School, and enjoys learning about all things science.

  In other words, she is an ordinary woman with an imagination that is only held in bounds by how fast she can type.

  You can find out more about Michelle Houston on her author website at: www.michellehouston.com