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by Jennifer Kacey


  Tabitha jerked her hips to the side on each swat as she planted her hands. A natural reaction with no additional warning from him, but it made him growl again.

  Moving, even if it was nothing more than an automatic response, had him baring his teeth. “Don’t move away from me. Don’t deny me.” Her withholding what he wanted pissed him off. Fair or not didn’t matter. “Give me what I want, Tabby Cat,” he roared with greed as he stepped up to the end of the bed her head was on.

  “Yes, Sir.” Her gaze met his. She shivered and bit her bottom lip as she stared at him.

  Fuck, she turned him on.

  As she eyed him, she licked her lips, glancing up at him and back down to the tent his cock made just for her.

  Throughout his life in and around the kink scene, he’d met many dominant individuals who required the people playing with them to keep their eyes downcast, subservient.

  But that had never been one of his kinks.

  He wanted to see each emotion play across his partner’s features. Even the ones they tried to hide. Those were the most delicious.

  A pushover turned him off faster than anything. He didn’t want a lapdog, he wanted a challenge.

  Pulling a reaction from Tabitha when fought not to give in made his cock throb. Hard.

  Making her respond. Now, that was most definitely one of his kinks.

  The fact she was married pushed his need for her even higher. Being a saint had never interested him. But being a kinky bastard? Hell, yeah.

  “Keep your palms on the bed. Mouth only. No hands. I want to feel every inch of you as I get closer and closer to fucking your throat.” After yanking off his tie, he tossed it on the bed by her feet and made quick work of his zipper before he pulled out his throbbing shaft. “Open up. Oh. Fuck. Your mouth. Fuck.”

  A tremor worked up his spine as she slid her lips along his shaft.

  She was so dirty, almost naked, bare breasted with her lips wrapped around him.

  Her moan made him want to howl.

  “You were all wet, Sir.” She whispered the words against his cock as he pointed it at her. She licked the head and moaned, a slight shiver working along her torso.

  “Have been all day, ever since you left that voicemail. My dick stayed wet for hours. I needed my Tabby Cat to clean it up.”

  Bobbing up and down on his shaft, she hummed against his tight flesh. “Needed you all day. So horny.” She licked the tip then swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and smiled.

  “Happy with my cock in your mouth?” He only asked because he wanted to hear her answer. See it. Feel it.

  “So happy, Sir.” Her eyes closed and another tremor vibrated down her body.

  “And are you wet for me?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. He paused as he reached over her, then slid his fingers through the wetness coating the lips of her pussy. “Fuck. You’re drenched.”

  “All day. Dripping.”

  “It’s even soaked your thighs now. So wet.”

  “Desperate,” she whispered as she moved on his cock. “Wanted to come so bad at work, but…”

  Wes traced the lips of her sex with the tips of his fingers, knowing he wasn’t giving her near the friction she needed to get off. When he filled her he wanted her needy, frantic. The way her hips jerked each time he grazed her clit, he didn’t think it would take her long to get there. But he still wanted to make her come. Emphasis on make.

  “You know I’m going to spank your ass red for calling me today, don’t you?”

  Her mouth momentarily went slack and a whine, barely audible, reached his ears. “But…I thought I was supposed to tell you if I could meet earlier than our date? Thought I was doing what you asked?” Her eyebrows pulled low in what he thought was concentration and he ran the head of his dick along her bottom lip. She kissed the tip and resumed the steady up and down on his shaft.

  “You did.”

  She tried to pull off again but he grabbed her bun and forced his cock to the back of her throat. Holding her there almost sucked the cum from his balls. Another rumble worked its way free of his chest. “Don’t stop again unless I tell you to.” He controlled her movement as he gritted his teeth and convinced his own body not to come.

  That was what she did to him.

  She called the beast inside him free. Sometimes he had to chain him again if he couldn’t control the need rioting through his limbs.

  Plus, he wasn’t done teasing her yet.

  With a tight fist in her hair, he pushed in a little deeper. Then a bit more until she gagged, and he yanked her off.

  She sucked air in and out of her lungs as she tried to catch her breath. He didn’t give her long before he pushed the fat head past her lips again.

  “Lick under the head. Just like that. Your wicked tongue is gonna get you used.” He pumped his hips, fucking her mouth with his cock. His balls tingled as liquid spilled from her core onto his fingers. He continued to torment the swollen lips of her sex and she moaned around his shaft. “I’m going to spank your ass till you beg me to stop. I’m going to spank it because you did exactly what you were supposed to do. What you had permission to do. I’m going to let you wear my handprint because you’ve been a very good girl. And good girls get rewards.” He pushed into her throat and paused as he strummed her clit.

  Her feet shifted against the comforter and her back bowed.

  She fought to get away and he fucking loved it. Consent was one of the sexiest things about kink.

  Fight or flight kicked in at some point when she couldn’t breathe, and he pushed in a little farther.

  To her credit, her hands never came off the bed. Her fingers stretched and twisted but she never once disobeyed his order.

  He yanked her off his cock and she sucked great pulls of oxygen into her lungs. Releasing her now messy bun, he didn’t give her any chance to relax before pushing her.

  She didn’t resist him as he shoved her upper body on to the bed. She didn’t fight him. She did nothing but beautifully submitted to what he needed. Pre-cum shot from the tip of his cock. It landed on her ribcage as she groaned, rolling her forehead back and forth against the comforter.

  As he let her try to regain her bearings, he moved to the end of the bed and tugged her hips backward until her sultry pink heels hung off the edge.

  “I’ve never seen you so wet, Tabby Cat. Such a pretty pussy.” He slid a finger into her sex, deep, deeper, until she moaned into the comforter.

  She grabbed handfuls of the white fabric and he remembered his tie.

  “Arms behind your back.”

  He snatched up the tie as she slowly complied. Two knots later her wrists were bound at the small of her back, which pushed her ass inch by inch closer to him.

  Just where he wanted it.

  Untucking and unbuttoning his shirt took only a few seconds. He growled when the last button wouldn’t let go and he ripped the two halves apart. The round disk pinged off the hard wood floor before hitting the wall somewhere.

  Filling her with two thick fingers made more blood rush to his cock. The slick sides of her pussy fluttered around his invading digits.

  “Already need to come?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes?” he repeated. “Yes, what?” Wrenching his fingers free, there was no pause before he slapped her ass half a dozen times. The wetness from her pussy juice heightened the contact and his hand tingled by the time he pushed his fingers back inside her channel.

  “Yes, Sir. Yes. Sir.” She huffed out on each word. “Need to come so bad. Please,” she pleaded in the same desperate whisper she’d used on the phone.

  “I love it when you beg to come.”

  “Please, Sir. Please, please. I need it.” Her fingers constantly moved, clenching and unclenching as he stretched her opening to take him.

  He yanked the end of his belt free and released the button and fly on his slacks. He thought about stopping to get undressed but the thought only lasted a moment. The id
ea of fucking her as he stood almost fully clothed seriously did it for him.

  Fingerfucking her with one hand, he fisted his cock with the other and stroked himself a couple times. He needed inside her. Needed to invade her holes the way she’d invaded his thoughts ever since she’d left that message for him.

  Riding her G-spot with the tips of two fingers turned him on. The tiny ridges of her sex were filled with fluid and the walls of her pussy shimmied again. Making her squirt hadn’t been on his radar but now it sure was.

  “Fuck,” she cursed as he rolled his thumb across her clit. The hard little nub quivered beneath the pad of his thumb. Sliding his fingers through her slickness made her vibrate with need.

  “Did you come at work today? Did you take that little vibrator out of your makeup bag I know you keep with you and go to the ladies’ room? Did you make this pussy come, thinking about tonight? About me fucking you on the bed you share with your husband?”

  “No,” rushed out of her. “I wanted to. Wanted to get away to take care of myself but I was so busy. Thought about it again on the way home. Driving!” she yelled. “I don’t do things like that.” The muscles in her back pulled tight as he pushed a third finger into her small hole.

  “What’s the real reason you didn’t jill and get yourself off?”

  “I don’t know,” tore past her lips as she circled her hips in time with his thumb on her clit.

  “Sure you do. It’s very simple.” He moved his hand up and pushed at the mound of her sex, exposing her clit even more. “Why didn’t you come today at work? Or on the way home? Or in here before I arrived? You could have found two minutes to get off. Probably wouldn’t have taken you more than thirty seconds in the ladies’ room with your tiny panties pulled to the side. Why didn’t you come? I’ll let you come as soon as you own why you didn’t find the time to get off.”

  She shook her head back and forth again, squeezing her hands into little fists.

  He pushed his fingers in deep and…paused. Holding his breath, he waited for the words he knew she would speak.

  “I didn’t want to come by my own hand. I wanted you to make me come, Sir. I wanted to give it to you.” Her soft words called forth the darkness inside him.

  “Because it’s mine, isn’t that right, Tabby Cat? When you need a bite of pain it’s more than just the act, isn’t it? I’m in that pretty little head of yours as well as in your tight snatch.” He didn’t ask the last part. It wasn’t a question. He knew exactly what she needed even if she didn’t.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  But hearing her admit it? Damn.

  Her coming with just his fingers didn’t do it for him anymore. Watching her come instead of feeling her shudder on his cock wasn’t good enough.

  He needed more.

  No. He needed everything she had to give him.

  After wrenching his hands free, he jerked her knees out from beneath her and her bottom half collapsed onto the mattress.

  “Sir?” she asked as she tried to get her knees beneath her and look over her shoulder.

  He shoved her legs apart, and held her down by a hand between her shoulders. The beautiful slick lips between her thighs taunted him.

  He shoved his pants down a few inches and fitted the head of his cock to her pussy. Thrusting inside shorted out his brain.

  Her pussy locked down on him halfway in and he blanketed her body, putting most of his weight on her. “So fucking soft,” he whispered against her neck as the flesh of his chest rubbed against her back and her bound arms. With a fist in her hair, he bit her shoulder until she shrieked. He retreated and pushed into her again and again. “Let me in, damn you. Let. Me. In.”

  He fucked her harder onto the bed, pushing his free hand beneath her to get to her clit. “Come on my cock. I want it. Give it to me.”

  Tabitha opened her mouth and her eyelids fluttered closed as her pussy clamped down on him again. Clench, release, clench, release. He thrummed the tight bundle of nerves and licked the bite mark on her shoulder. She screamed as she came. Her body twisted so hard she almost knocked him off as he continued to pump inside her.

  “Sir,” she cried as he fucked her. Her hips twitched beneath him as if she had no control over them, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  Sensation built at the base of his spine and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer. He reached between them then quickly freed her wrists and tossed his tie on the floor beside the bed.

  He moved her hands from behind and wrapped his arms around her. Using her body, he fucked her even harder.

  “So. Hard,” she said through gritted teeth, and held onto his forearms.

  “Like stone.” He drove his length inside her once, twice. “I’m gonna come inside you. I’m gonna fill up that greedy little pussy of yours. And I know I said I was going to use all three holes but I think I’ll leave your ass alone so your husband can fuck it tonight. Using my cum as lube.” He whispered the last sentence in her ear and her entire body shook as she groaned. “Like that, don’t you.” It wasn’t really a question. “So dirty.” He licked her throat.

  “Fuck. Sir. Please,” she begged.

  Sensation bubbled in his veins as her core tightened around him again. “Are you ready for my cum, you dirty girl?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

  He rode her G-spot, pushing her into another orgasm, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

  His balls sucked up to his body and his vision went black. Reality paused all around him.

  In the next second, his world exploded as pure pleasure raced down his spine. Cum jetted from the tip of his cock and Tabitha yelled again and clawed at him.

  To get closer or get away, he didn’t know.

  Holding on, he kept her right where he wanted her.

  His cock throbbed and her pussy seemed to kiss every inch of him inside her.

  But his heart stopped in his chest as the door flew open behind them, bouncing off the wall.

  “What the hell is going on here?” a deep voice bellowed. A voice belonging to only one person.

  Tabitha’s husband.

  Michael’s face was an unreadable mask as he stared at them on the bed.

  Another pulse of cum shot out of Wes’ dick. He continued to throb inside her. He gritted his teeth as he loosened his hold on her and pushed himself up on his elbows. Three more thrusts. He punctuated each word with, “Fucking. Your. Wife.”

  And at that, Tabitha giggled and wrinkled her nose. She smiled at her husband, extending her hand to him when he moved forward.

  He grinned and shook his head. Brushing hair from her face, he leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Hottest. Wife. Ever.”

  Which was a title Tabitha wore with hedonistic pride.

  Michael’s—hot—wife.

  Chapter Three

  Tabitha

  Tabitha sighed as Wes pulled out, and she curled her toes as some of his cum spilled free from her pussy. The thick liquid coated the lips of her sex and dripped off her clit as Wes moved off the bed.

  Nothing made her feel dirtier or more delicious than another man’s cum leaking from her pussy.

  No.

  That was wrong.

  Only one thing made her feel dirtier. When her husband climbed on the bed next to her and spread her legs to watch it happen.

  “My. What filthy holes you have, wife?”

  “No, my husband. What filthy holes you have.” She tucked her arms beneath her almost naked body as Michael slid his fingers through the wetness.

  She never called her husband ‘Sir’. Not ever. Once when they’d first gotten together she’d used the honorific to address him when he was spanking her, but the use of ‘Sir’ had hit them both wrong.

  “Too impersonal,” he’d said. His name on her lips was what he wanted to hear. Needed to hear. Then, later, when he let her play with others, he’d said how much he liked hearing her call them ‘Sir’. That step away from them emotionally was ideal.


  Made her even more his.

  She and Michael still played rough. Not as hard as she did with Wes or Duke, one of the other guys she got to play with, but rough. Michael’s need to hurt her had changed over the years. Lessened. He said it had changed when his need to protect her intensified.

  But he understood her desire for the pain sometimes and he made sure she got what she needed.

  His providing for her sexually made submitting to him that much more fulfilling—and terrifying because it involved her emotions.

  The power exchange between her and Wes was delicious and sexy because of the dirty fun they got to have, but that was where it ended. If he walked away, she’d be sad but intact.

  The D/s relationship she had with Michael was just…more. Her emotional safety was intertwined with their dynamic. Dependent on it, even. Thinking about it sometimes scared her, but he was always there to catch her if she needed him to.

  Their connection made him even that much more amazing.

  “Hell yes, I do. Very, very dirty holes.” He spread the creamy fluid up to her asshole and ringed the tight hole.

  She moaned as he dipped a finger inside her ass, and arched her back to keep him inside as long as possible when he pulled free.

  “As always, I thank you for a most entertaining evening.” Wes clapped Michael on the shoulder.

  “You’re very welcome. Love how you use her. She’s always so pliable when you get done. She likes your edge.”

  “And I like hers. Fuck, do I.” Wes stepped in front of her and she lifted her head for a kiss. He’d already pulled on his slacks and attached his belt once again, but the material of his shirt hung loosely off his shoulders. His tie draped around his collar was totally hot. The gap of his shirt highlighted his six pack and happy trail. And it represented her trail of happy.

  “Amazing as always, Tabby Cat.” He kissed her mouth and dipped his tongue inside.

  Just a taste, but it made her pussy contract nonetheless.

  She bit her bottom lip. “Best Tuesday night I’ve had in a while. Not your usual schedule, but I’d sure be up for more of it if you both are.”

 

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