by Lily Harlem
“You must tell me to stop if you don’t like it.”
“Oh, I like it.” I wound my legs around the backs of his. “Fuck, I like it, Jake.”
Suddenly he pulled out, untangled his limbs from mine and sat back on the bed.
I stared up at him, the loss of his body heat acute, the absence of his cock in my pussy a shock. “Jake?”
He looked so damned sexy, sitting there with his erect cock shiny from my juice. His shoulders all broad and tanned, his chest shadowed from the one dim lamp in the room. But his eyes. They held an almost feral glint.
“Turn over,” he said then tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth. He fisted his cock and lazily worked his hand up to the tip and back down again. “Come on, Cassie, turn over and let me spank your sweet arse.”
I gulped and did as he’d asked. Flattened my cheek on the pillow and was aware of how vulnerable my buttocks were.
“Up, like this.” He scooped his arm beneath my waist and hoisted me onto my hands and knees.
“You ever done this before?” I asked, staring at my breasts, which jostled slightly as Jake moved to the end of the bed.
“No.”
“Oh.”
So how the hell will he know how hard to spank me?
“You’re going to have to trust me, okay?” he said.
I hesitated. “Okay.”
He palmed my arse, smoothing over the soft globes of delicate flesh. Palming and massaging, stroking the cleft and round to my hips. His breaths were noisy in the quiet room and it thrilled me to know that he was so excited, so turned on by what he was doing, what I was going to let him do.
“I admire your bum whenever your back is turned,” he said, kissing the hollow of my spine. “I want to kiss it.” He sent kisses lower, each one a hot spark of pleasure. “I want to fondle it, and I want to do this.”
I felt the rush of air before the connection. Then everything went white hot, his palm sending razor-sharp pinches of pain shooting over my buttocks.
“Ah, fuck,” I cried.
“Shh, shh,” he said into my ear as he flattened his hand over the pain, as though trying to rub it out. “Go with it, find the pleasure.”
Another smack.
“Fuck,” I shouted again. Instinct told me to writhe away and I shuffled frantically up the bed.
“No, Cassie, please, a little more.” He held me firm over my hips, and just when I was about to object his cock was at my pussy.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured as he slid in. The feeling was sublime. It was like all my senses were heightened. The heat and sting from the slaps had sent blood raging to my pelvis.
“Good girl,” he said, pulling out and easing back in. “That’s it. You’re desperate for it really.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. Bright lights flashed before me. If he could just keep going like that. Hitting my G-spot perfectly.
But he stopped. Withdrew. Cupped my opposite arse cheek and I didn’t need to be a genius to know what was coming next.
Whack.
“Ah,” I called again. I couldn’t help it. It hurt like a bugger. Jake was putting some real male muscle into the strikes. They weren’t girly slaps, they were intended to inflict pain, smart, and mark my skin.
Another strike. This one made me dizzy, the pain layering up now. My arse felt on fire, as though flames were licking over it.
“Fuck, you look beautiful,” Jake said, slipping his cock into my pussy again. “Your bum is all red and glowing. I can make out some individual finger marks.”
“Oh, God, Jake, I…”
He sank deep, condensing all the searing sensations in my buttocks and buffeting them into my pussy.
I groaned, loud, abandoned. I didn’t care how wanton I sounded, how base and carnal. Having Jake sink into my pussy while my arse cheeks were burning was overwhelming.
“Does it feel good?” he asked. “Cassie, tell me.” He withdrew, teased me with the tip of his cock.
“Yes, fuck, yes, please, Jake, more.” I was asking for more of his cock, but he misunderstood me and brought down another hard slap onto my right buttock, then immediately afterwards, before I’d recovered from the shock of the first, he dropped one on my left.
I reached round and grabbed my arse as if shielding it. “Ah, ah, ah,” I panted.
“Shit, is it too much?” he asked, fear in his voice.
“It hurts,” I managed. “But, but when you fuck me too it’s intense, really intense.” My words were stumbling. I felt a little high, like I was floating.
“You want me to stop?”
As soon as he said it I knew my answer. The pain was switching to pleasure, the heat and endorphins giving me a new heady, edgy experience. “No, no it’s okay, but please, fuck me too. Not just the slaps.”
He hesitated, pressed his hand firmly on my lower back. “Okay, but you have to keep still and be a good girl, Cassie. Stop wriggling.” His voice deepened. “Or you will just get the spanks and nothing else.”
Oh fuck. Jake was really getting into role. I bloody loved it.
His cock was back at my pussy, riding in. He sank to the hilt, pulled out then rained two blows down, one on each buttock.
I let my head hang low. Willed myself not to jerk away from the pain and instead let it bloom over my skin. Goose bumps had risen all over my flesh; sweat popped on my forehead and cleavage.
He fucked me again, slowly, languidly, several deep strokes, and when he stopped and withdrew I knew what was coming.
“Oh fuck, it’s amazing seeing you like this,” Jake said. “I fucking love you giving your body to me.”
I couldn’t answer. I was in a strange dimension where only the sweet, fiery pain on my arse cheeks and my G-spot’s build to climax existed. No other part of my body seemed to remain. I couldn’t feel my hands on the duvet or my bent knees. It was just my buttocks and my pussy and all the wild and wonderful things Jake was doing to me.
“Fuck I want to come,” he said. “I want to come so badly, in you, on you. Fucking hell, Cassie, you’re making me insane.”
Two more slaps to each buttock and Jake sank deep. He gripped my bum, hard, one cheek in each hand, and squeezed.
I cried out in pleasure and pain, the added insult onto such tender flesh a blast of agony that went straight to my pussy.
Jake was fucking me wildly now, steaming in and out like a man possessed.
“Fuck it, yes, yes, yes,” he shouted, slamming his balls up against my pussy and his thighs into the backs of mine with each frantic thrust of his hips.
I braced onto the bed, stretched my arms to the headboard and locked my elbows. The pressure was about to overflow, my climax so near to eruption. But I let it hover before I claimed it. Allowed the deliciousness of it to consume me, rule my world. Knowing it was there, an almighty, soul-ravaging orgasm was the sweetest anticipation I’d ever experienced.
“Baby, I’m coming, come with me, please,” Jake shouted, releasing my bum and gripping my hips. Pulling me onto his cock with all of his strength.
I was forced to release the slats on the headboard and because I was so floppy, let him hold me like a rag doll, exactly where he wanted me, as he spilled his load high up inside me.
I split apart, tail-spun in a hundred different glorious directions as my orgasm wrecked havoc through my pelvis. My face was buried in the duvet, my body at Jake’s mercy.
I was in a new, wonderful place within myself. Jake had taken me there and I hoped he would bring me to Earth again.
Eventually he slowed, withdrew and dropped down next to me. He pulled my back into his chest and cradled me, spooning his legs around my hot buttocks.
With my eyes still closed, I nestled into him.
In that moment I knew full well I would ask Jake to spank me again, soon.
It was fucking divine.
“I Promise to Perform”
Several months ago my husband Jake and I rekindled the passion in the bedroom with the help of a small book full o
f sexual favour vouchers. Something I’d picked up ages ago and had never got around to using.
What the vouchers and the promises that went with them revealed had been very insightful. It seemed Jake had been suppressing a deliciously dominant side of himself. Not in our relationship in general, just in the bedroom. Though what had stunned me even more was how much I liked handing myself over to him. Allowing him to use my body as an object for his enjoyment as well as giving him absolute control over my pleasure, which, I have to say, he’s was very generous at handing out.
Now there were just a smattering of vouchers left to choose from and it was my turn to pick one for Jake. I eyed him across the breakfast table. It was Sunday, and as was usually the case he was tucking into bacon and eggs. He had a new spiral-shaped tattoo on his bicep and a curl of ink poked out from beneath his black T-shirt, his skin ever so slightly red at the tip of the point. It suited him, the large Maori-style design. What with his permanently mussed up dark hair and the silver bar in his left eyebrow, he looked every inch the renegade. Every inch the type of man any girl would find it hard to say no to.
“So?” he said, before knocking back a tumbler of orange juice. “You got a treat in store for me?”
“Might have.” I returned my study to the book’s contents. “Mmm,” I teased, licking my lips and relishing the fact that I had a Sunday off the ward. So many extra hours and missed breaks had added up to a full day of time owing, and I was thrilled to be spending it with Jake. Somehow it seemed an extra sweet day off, knowing that it hadn’t been planned on the duty rota.
But what should I fill our afternoon up with? I knew it would be the afternoon. Jake had initially held onto his vouchers like they were prized possessions. Now he liked to use them quickly and seek that immediate satisfaction. He’d become more sexual, more in tune with his own and my needs. It was a wonderful thing.
Anal sex, that was still there, as was a good cropping. The promise of a pole dance I was sure would never be used. I flicked through them all again. One kept catching my eye. It was vague, could be interpreted however, but something about being an exhibitionist pressed my buttons. And let’s face it, we had the whole day, it wasn’t like it was late at night, we could spend time thinking about it, planning, setting up our situation.
Decision made, I tore the voucher from the book and handed it to Jake.
He took it, pressed his elbows onto the table and held the voucher with both hands. “I promise to be an exhibitionist, with you or without you. Whatever turns you on, that’s what I’ll do.” He looked at me. “Why, Cassie, you dirty, naughty girl. You want to show people what you’ve got?”
“I want to show you,” I said, crunching on a piece of toast and waggling my eyebrows.
“I know what you’ve got, baby.” He grinned. “And I like it a lot. In fact, yeah…” He paused. “You’re right, we ought to show you off a little, to the world.” He pursed his lips and set his jaw, rubbed at the patch of stubble he allowed to grow beneath his bottom lip.
A tremble of anticipation ran up my spine and settled in the hairs on the back of my neck. I recognised that look only too well. It was my sexy, bad-boy, dominant husband having a particularly wicked idea. An idea that I was sure would both thrill and shock me.
“What?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Have you got shopping to do this morning?”
“A couple of bits and pieces from Tesco. Why?” Surely he wasn’t planning on fucking me in Tesco. They would take a really dim view of that I was sure. The security guy often gave Jake a double take when he walked in as it was.
“No reason for you to concern yourself with. I could just do with an hour alone.”
“Why?”
“That, baby, is for me to know and you to find out.” He stood, swept his lips over mine then strode towards the kitchen door. “Catch you in a bit,” he called, holding up the voucher and waving it like a flag.
Two hours later I’d unpacked the groceries and re-stocked the bathroom cabinet with the usual supply of shampoo, shower gel and toothpaste.
I walked out of the bathroom, onto the landing and suddenly my heart skittered like a pebble across water. A man in a black mask with just two holes for eyes and one beneath his nose was standing right in front of me, leaning casually back against the wooden banister with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Jake, fuck, you scared the living daylights out of me.”
“Sorry, baby. What do you think?”
“I think you look creepy as hell.”
“Not sexy then?”
I dipped my gaze and lingered my attention on his bare chest, his toned abs and the way his black jeans sat low on his hips, exposing the top band of black boxers.
“Yeah, actually, you do.” I licked my lips. “In a mad axe-man kind of way.”
He unfolded his arms, held out a scrap of material for me to take.
“What is it?”
“That’s yours. Put it on.”
Unfolding the black cotton, I realised it was a mask, the same as his. “You want me to put it on?”
“Yeah, unless you want all of your work colleagues to recognise you.”
A familiar sense of trepidation weaved its way through my mind. What the hell was he planning now? “My colleagues?” I asked quietly.
“Well, they’ll only see you if they’re looking for live porn on the Internet.”
“Jake. I…” Christ, had I heard him right? Porn. Live on the Internet. Surely he wasn’t thinking what I thought he was. That was extreme even for us in our new, highly sexualised state.
“I want you to be the star of the show,” he said, producing the voucher from the front pocket of his jeans.
Fuck, he had been thinking what I thought he might be.
“But, Jake, seriously…” I took the voucher he offered forward. Perhaps I should have gone for blind seduction, or an hour as a sex slave. Possibly even the voucher that shot my blood pressure up the most—anal sex. “I don’t think. I mean, it’s okay just me and you, but—”
“Cassie.” He tugged off his mask and cupped my cheek, his palms a little rough on my skin. “We’ve fulfilled every other promise we’ve made, don’t back out on me now.”
I stared into the eyes of the man I loved body and soul. There was earnestness there, but also hope and honesty, and above all love. I knew he loved me in the same breathless, heartstopping way I did him. It had taken him many years to make me believe the depths of his feelings, what with them being so slow to grow. But he had, we were soul mates and I knew a lifetime with him wouldn’t be enough. I would always want more.
I took a deep breath. “Is the Internet connection working today?”
“Yes, that’s what I was sorting out while you were at the shop. Well, and these.” He held up his mask.
“You’re quite the seamstress,” I said.
“You know me, multi-talented.” He paused. “No one will recognise us and it will be such a rush. You never know, you might find it the most thrilling thing we’ve done yet.”
I thought back to the time I’d given Jake a blow job in the meadow. Excitement had flooded through me at the thought of being discovered in the middle of the lewd act. I’d almost wanted someone to see me pleasuring my husband. I was damned proud of the way I could make him come so hard he could barely stand.
“Okay,” I said, making a snap decision and pulling on my mask. “Let’s do it.”
His mouth stretched into a slow, carnal grin, the type that made me shiver with desire and trepidation. He sometimes gave me the feeling that I was the prey and he was a hungry, determined hunter.
“Go shower,” he said. “Make sure you do your toenails and all that, you’re going to want to look your best for your performance.” He tugged his mask back on. “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, in half an hour exactly. Be ready, in your mask, as soon as you walk into the room.”
I showered, washed my hair, and dried with just a rub of a towel. Shaved and pree
ned, I slathered myself in skin shimmering moisturizer then tugged on my mask.
My reflection was shocking. I looked like some sexy bank robber. Pert breasts a little on the big side with pale nipples. Sloped hips and a thin strip of dark pubic hair and long legs and red toenails. This was how the world was going to see me. Weird!
I gulped. Those vouchers had really come up trumps this time. Who would have thought Jake could organise us having sex on the World Wide Web. I thought we’d park up in a layby and shag, or find a spot in the meadow for a bit of kink. But this?
Bloody hell!
The hallway was quiet, so was our bedroom as I opened the door. Jake sat on the bed, naked, his cock semi-hard, his mask in place.
“Come in,” he said, standing and reaching for me.
I stepped up to him, my thighs sliding against each other and making me self-conscious about my body.
“The camera is there.” He pointed to the dresser. “There is no sound, just a picture. I thought that best in case we said names by mistake.”
“But your tattoo,” I said, my breath catching as I glanced at the small black camera angled our way.
“Loads of people have these, don’t sweat it.”
I gulped. “Is it on?”
“Hell yeah, anyone who’s logged onto live sex stream can see us right now.” He dipped his head, as though looking down my body, but I couldn’t be sure, because his mask covered his eyes a little. “And a fine sight they’ll be getting. A real treat.”
“And you don’t mind?” He could sometimes be quite jealous, had been known to stare down guys who gave me a second glance. None of them ever gave me a third. I guess they got the hint that would be more than their life was worth.
“No fucking way. I’m proud that you’re my wife. That your beautiful body is mine.” He leaned closer, so he spoke into my ear and the cheeks of our masks brushed. “To do with exactly what I want.” He paused. “Starting now.”
He cupped my breasts and tugged at my nipples.
I arched my back, my body’s response to his touch, as ever, instantaneous.
“Mmm, so perfect,” he said, kneading and massaging. “I could play with your tits all day.”
