She opened obediently, and his thick cock filled her mouth. She stretched her jaws as far as she could to take him as deep as possible. She loved this feeling, licking and sucking his hard dick. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew what he would look like if she could. His eyes would be closed in enjoyment, his head thrown back. When he was close to coming, he would grit his teeth to hold on as long as he possibly could, making the pleasure last as long as long as he could.
She didn’t have to do move her head, Conor was fucking her mouth slowly, with long, drawn-out strokes. With each slide of his cock over her tongue, she could hear him hiss in response. It amped up her own arousal, and she was already starting to climb toward orgasm again.
She reached for him when he abruptly pulled from her mouth, but he caught her hands in midair.
“No, pet. I’m not ready to come yet. Later, I’m going to come inside you. Now, I’m going to help you out of the bathtub.”
The water sloshed in the tub as he stepped out, then his strong arms were lifting her and setting her on her feet. He started rubbing her dry with a towel, first lifting one foot and then the other, before working his way up her legs. When he arrived at her pussy, he dried her gently, not touching her the way she really wanted him to.
“My slave’s pussy is already wet with delicious cream. I’m going to want a taste of that when you’re dry.”
She wasn’t sure she could actually survive another climax. Her body was humming and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. He kept moving upward to her breasts, carefully drying them, rubbing the rough terry cloth over her nipples until they were hard and tight. She braced her legs so her knees wouldn’t give way as Conor continued playing with them, alternating the towel with his fingers.
“Such a pretty rose-colored pink.” His fingers traces circles around the areolas. “Do you want my mouth on your nipples, blondie?”
“Yes, Master. Please.”
A moan escaped from her lips as his mouth closed over her nipples, flicking his tongue around it before scraping the sides with his teeth. He repeated it on the other nipple, and she groaned as she felt her pussy clench and dampen. He played with them until her hands grabbed at his head. He immediately pushed her hands down to her side.
“You know better than that, slave. That will cost you five.”
She balled her hands into fists to keep from touching him. She knew he was as naked as she, and it was torture not to be able to see him or run her hands all over him. The male body was a work of art, and none more beautiful than her husband’s muscular form.
With a snap, the clip holding her long hair back was gone. He combed his fingers through it, and massaging the scalp. He readjusted the blindfold, tightening it where it has sagged when he’d freed her hair. She then felt him start to brush her long tresses, letting the bristles scrape lightly against her sensitive skin to the ends of her hair, then further down. He did this over and over, starting just below the blindfold, ending at the backs of her ticklish knees.
She wanted to scream he was driving her slowly insane when he turned her and pushed down on her upper back.
“Put your hands out and brace yourself on the bathroom vanity.”
With his help, her hands found the counter and she braced herself, knowing what he had in mind. She was due five, and he was going to use the hairbrush. The only question was which side was he going to use? The back or the bristles?
* * * *
Conor was glad his beautiful slave was blindfolded otherwise she would see the big grin spread across his face. Lisa was just so damn sexy and incredibly responsive. She’d come several times earlier but was already preparing to come again. If he ran his fingers through her cunt, he knew she’d be very wet. He could smell her arousal mixed with the tropical fragrance of her soap.
She was bent over and waiting patiently for five with the hairbrush. Her ass cheeks were already red and sore, and he’d run the brush bristles over them several times. This five would be “for show” only. He turned the brush so the bristles would make contact and gave her five quick smacks with the brush on her bottom. She jumped at the first, probably more from surprise than any real discomfort, but stayed still for the next four.
“What rule did you break, slave?”
“No touching you without permission, Master.”
“Good girl. Spread your legs a little more, slave, but stay braced there.”
He knelt between her open thighs and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, feeling her legs quake in response. He continued to tease her, making swirls with this tongue on her thighs and the lips of her pussy, but not delving into the drenched slit. He wrapped his hands around her thighs to hold her still and trailed his tongue through her cunt, tracing circles around her clit, feeling it swell against his tongue.
She’s ready.
He stood up and led her back into the bedroom, guiding her to kneel on the bed. He pulled two long scarves from his suitcase and tied her right wrist to her right ankle and her left wrist to her left ankle. He pushed her legs further apart and surveyed his work. She’d wanted more domination and bondage, and it was his damn pleasure to give it to her. She was helpless to whatever he wanted to do with her in this position. Her rosy ass was in the air, her thighs glistening with her honey.
“I’m going to fuck you now, slave, and all you can do is lie there and take my cock. I’m going to do it hard and fast, with no mercy.”
Lisa moaned with anticipation. She loved it hard and fast. He was giving her exactly what she wanted, he knew. She’d been such a good slave tonight he wanted to reward her. She wriggled her bottom at him to entice him not to dawdle. Any other time, he might spank her for her impatience but not today. He wanted it as badly as she did.
He lined up his cock with her cunt and thrust home, impaling her with one stroke.
“Yes!” Lisa hissed.
Conor had to peel his eyeballs from the back of his head. Her hot, wet cunt was wrapped around him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe. He took a deep breath as he pulled out and slammed back in, giving it to her hard. Her pussy clutched at his cock, and he felt the pressure start to build in his lower back and balls. He wasn’t going to last a long time. She’d worked him up too much.
He rode her hard, his fingers biting into her hips as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together. He gritted his teeth and tried to clear his mind of nothing but boring thoughts such as legal briefs and depositions, but his body had other ideas. His balls had drawn up close to his body and the heated flush of his impending orgasm spread out through his abdomen. He reached around, rubbing her clit with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other.
The bite of pain was what she needed to go over the edge. She screamed his name as she came, her cunt clamping down on his cock and wrenching his climax from his balls. The force of his release was so strong it felt like the top of his head blowing off. He could feel every jerk and spasm of his cock as he blew his seed in her welcoming pussy.
When they were both spent, he quickly untied her wrists and ankles, then removed the blindfold. She blinked slowly as he flipped the bedside lamp off, letting her eyes adjust to light again. She smiled slowly as she came back to earth with him. Letting him lift her so she could drink from the bottle of water he found in the minibar.
She drank most of the small bottle and fell back against the pillows.
“Will you do something for me, Conor?”
The scene was over, and she was back to calling him by his name. At one time, Conor thought he wouldn’t like this but the fact was he liked it quite a bit. It surprised him, but it felt even more intimate and bonding than being twenty-four seven had. They knew each other so well and trusted each other so much, they could move easily back and forth.
“Blondie, I’d pretty much do anything at any time for you, but right now you can name anything you heart desires. I love you.”
She drank the rest of the bottle and sighed, her expression full of love and happiness. “I love
you, too. Can we go for a walk? I want to walk in Central Park with all the autumn leaves around us. It sounds romantic.”
This amazing woman asked so little of him.
“I’d walk to the ends of the earth with you. Rest up, and we’ll go for a walk.”
* * * *
“It’s back to reality in a few days. You’re going back to a pile of work at the firm and the kids won’t let us alone for five minutes for weeks once we’re back. I miss them, you know. It’s wonderful we get some time to ourselves, but five days is three days too long.”
They were walking through Central Park, the trees a riot of orange, red, and yellow. Lisa loved autumn but didn’t often get to see changing leaves unless she made a trip out of Florida this time of year.
Conor snuggled her against his side, his arm pulling her close. She felt toasty warm despite the chilled temperature and the inadequacy of her jacket. In fact, since seeing Conor in the lobby of the hotel, she’d been exceedingly hot, her whole body temperature above normal.
“I’m going to hire some help at the firm. Carrie was wrong about many things, but she was right about one. It’s my fucking firm. I was acting like I needed somebody’s approval, like I needed to prove something. I don’t have anything to prove at this point in my life, except to prove to you and the kids that you are the most important things in my life.”
She rested her head back on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart and letting his warm scent envelope her. “You love your job.”
“I do. But Nate made me see things a little clearer. I was hiding out there.”
“Hiding?” she asked. “From me?”
They stopped under a beautiful maple tree, the leaves crunching under their feet. “From everything. It’s so hard to explain. You know how dad is. He’s made my life difficult, but this isn’t me whining about him. I swear I’ve stopped looking for his approval. But my childhood shaped me. Nate, too. We like control. I really like control. I didn’t have much of it when I was a kid. I grew up and wanted more of it. I got greedy, I guess. When the kids started growing up, I realized I couldn’t control them like I could when they were little. Shit, I don’t want to control them. Not like Dad did.”
Conor paused and she let him gather his thoughts. This wasn’t easy for him. He wasn’t a man who talked about his feelings easily.
“I wanted to control you. I tried to manipulate you into not coming on this trip.”
She nodded. “I know.”
His lips twisted. “Aren’t you pissed at me for that?”
“I was for a short time, but not now. I understand why you did it. Do you know why you did it? Why you need to control me?
He hung his head, obviously ashamed of the answer. “I was afraid of losing you. I know that’s dumb as shit because trying to control you was actually pushing you away, but I didn’t see it. I only saw what I wanted to see. I wanted to think you were happy.”
She chewed on her lower lip. “I was happy when we were twenty-four seven. I don’t want you to think I wasn’t. It was just…you kept trying to take more and more decision making from me. It was like you wanted me to really be a slave, only there when you wanted me, with no needs or thoughts of my own. I couldn’t do it.” She looked him square in the eye. “So I started to push back. Rebel. That’s when you started to pull away. It was a big, nasty, vicious circle.”
“The more you pushed back, the more I retreated.” Conor shook his head. “The more I retreated, the more independent you became. I actually created what I feared the most. Ironic, huh?”
“Do you still fear me being independent?”
Conor chuckled. “No. I’m not afraid of your independence. I don’t think I ever really was. I was afraid of losing you. That I couldn’t face.” He looked deeply into her eyes. “I’m proud of you, Lisa.”
She felt liked she waited forever to hear those words.
“I needed to hear that. Thank you. I love you.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you, too, blondie. And you’re welcome. I wasn’t thinking straight. At all. Somehow my thoughts got all mixed up. My father controlled us but somehow he held the family together at the same time. I guess I thought I should do the same.”
“The family stayed together in spite of your father, not because of him.”
They started walking again. It was too cold standing still. “I know that now. I see things much more clearly. Dad’s been trying to pull my strings all my life. It’s funny, blondie, I started taking steps toward independence when I met you. I took even bigger steps when we got married.”
Lisa groaned. “Now we know why he doesn’t like me very much. I cost him control over his son.”
“Thank God. You made me a better man. I’m a much better man for being married to you. If my father can’t see that, well, at this point there’s not much I can do to change his mind. I’m only sorry you got caught in the crossfire between us. It wasn’t fair to you.”
She shrugged. She’d meant it when she said his father didn’t bother her. It only bothered her when Conor was hurt.
“Life is rarely fair. I married you and your family came along as a package deal.” She gave him a teasing smile. “If it makes you feel any better, I really love your mother and brother.”
“They are pretty awesome, aren’t they? When we get back to Florida, Nate and I are going to find an attorney to help Mom. We’ll also find a family counselor to help us all through this and assist us in telling the kids. I won’t try and control this, but, dammit, I am the head of the family now, Lisa. I take that responsibility seriously.”
Conor’s dad had been grooming him for this day since the moment he was born.
“Luckily, our family isn’t the mafia or anything, babe. Let Nate help and do his share. You don’t have to do it all. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.”
Conor puffed out his jaw and stroked his cheeks. “I’m gonna make Nate an offer he can’t refuse.”
Lisa howled with laughter. “That was a terrible Brando impression. I think you do Conan the Barbarian better.”
“Stay right here.” Conor stopped on the sidewalk. “I’ll be back,” he said, drawing out the words in a fake accent.
She giggled and shook her head. “You do an even worse Arnold.”
Conor jogged over to a pretzel cart and came back with a giant hot pretzel with lots of salt. He pulled a piece and held it in front of her lips. She licked at the salt, then bit into the tender crust. It was sheer heaven. So far this trip to New York rocked.
“We have to remember that marriage takes work. We can’t let things get stale and expect things to stay good between us. We’re going to have to talk, especially if we start to slide into old habits.” Lisa broke off a piece and fed it to Conor.
He nuzzled the top of her head. “Well, you know what you have to do if I start to forget what’s important.”
She looked up at Conor’s beloved face. “Throw your clothes out on the front porch.”
“That’ll do it. You definitely got my attention, blondie. I’m planning to be a model husband from now on.”
She hugged him close, feeling the warmth of his body pressed to hers.
“You don’t have to be a model husband, you just have to be my husband.”
Love wasn’t easy and it didn’t come cheap. She and Conor had learned a hard but valuable lesson. There would be ups, downs, happiness, joy, sadness, and anger in their marriage. Their marriage. They’d learned that was the important thing. Enduring love, abiding hope. Thank goodness Conor had taken the time to remind her of their love.
“I’ll always be your husband.”
She would always be his wife. She put her hand in his and felt love wash through her. They were better together than they were apart. She sent up a silent prayer she would spend the next fifty or sixty years with this man.
“If you really love me, you’ll take me back to the hotel. I’m freezing my tail off out here.”
He leaned b
ack and took in her backside. “Nice tail,” he smirked. “I thought we were being romantic.”
She tugged on his hand and headed back to the hotel. “Enough romance for one day. I need a take-charge man to get me back to the hotel and warm me up.”
Conor grinned and kissed her hard, his lips salty from the pretzel.
“Blondie, I’m your man.”
Epilogue
Conor was walking her through their home with his hands over her eyes.
“Easy, blondie. I don’t want us to end up in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.”
It had been a month since they’d returned from New York City, and Conor had kept his word. He’d hired three new associates to help out at the firm. He’d also found Carrie another position with a firm run by a close friend. She’d agreed it was better for everyone if she left. Conor had assured Lisa he would have fired Carrie if she hadn’t been reasonable, but by the time he returned from his trip she’d apparently thought everything through and was as anxious to leave as he was to have her go.
Conor’s dad was now medicated, and it had eased the mood swings that made him so angry. He would always be a difficult man, but he seemed almost softened by his diagnosis. Lisa had been shocked, along with the rest of the family, when he had easily fallen in with Conor’s plans. Even Conor’s mother seemed relieved that Conor and Nate had everything firmly under control.
“Don’t peek. Are you peeking?”
She couldn’t see a damn thing, and it was starting to get on her nerves.
“No, I’m not peeking. What in the hell are you doing?”
In the old days, she wouldn’t have been able to get away with swearing. Now she simply got an indulgent chuckle from her husband.
It was kind of disappointing. She was really in the mood for a good spanking.
She heard the turn of a doorknob, and then she was being pushed into a room. Conor pulled his hands away from her eyes, and her corneas were flooded with light, blinding her for a moment.
“Ta-da! Do you like it, blondie?”
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