by Leah Brooke
Hope trembled at the ice in his voice, her pussy clenching at the erotic intent in it.
Jolting at the feel of cool metal against her nipple, Hope fought to remain still when he closed the loop over it and began to tighten it.
Wishing he would say something, she arched her back to give him better access.
“Good girl.” Ace tugged lightly before releasing it and moved his attention to her other nipple.
The brush of small chains against her belly, longer than she’d ever felt before, told her that he’d attached something to the loops, which she assumed to be weights.
As usual, he tightened the loops just enough to heighten the awareness in her nipples but not enough to really hurt.
She writhed restlessly against the growing awareness in her clit, fighting to close her legs and rub against Ace.
“Uh-uh. No, brat.”
The sting on her inner thigh startled a cry from her and made the tingling awareness in her clit even sharper.
She couldn’t help but writhe against it as it slowly dulled but stilled with a gasp at the sharp tug to both of her nipples.
“Open your hands.”
Surprised at the order, Hope hesitated briefly, earning another sharp sting of the crop to her other inner thigh.
Hurriedly opening her hands, she fought to remain still, each movement tugging hard on her nipples.
Ace placed what felt like a rubber ball in each hand, and made some sort of adjustment. “Perfect. Hold on to these. Dropping either one of them is the same as using your safe word.”
Stunned at the pull to her nipples, Hope squeezed the balls in her hands, the realization that any movement she made would pull her nipples, telling her just how devious her husband could be.
She’d never used her safe word and vowed to herself not to use it now when it mattered most.
She intended to prove to him that she could handle him in every way.
She felt him step away, the ensuing pregnant silence stretching her nerves.
“If that’s not a beautiful sight. Let’s see how you look when your entire body is pink and warmed.”
Jolting at the slide of the leather strips over her breasts, Hope sucked in a breath and used her arms to lift herself slightly, taking the pressure from her nipples.
“Very good. Let’s see how often you can remember to do that.”
Hope cried out around the gag when the strips of leather struck her skin, the soft, warming strikes moving up one leg and then down the other before starting over again.
On the fourth pass, Ace moved around her, using the warming strikes up her left thigh and then around to her ass.
Restrained in a sitting position, and with her legs spread wide, she had no defense against the strikes of the thin strips of leather and found herself struggling against her restraints in a desperate attempt to close her legs.
Silently, he moved around her, using the flogger on every inch of her bottom and back before starting on her arms.
Moan after moan escaped as he heated every inch of her flesh, the blood rushing to the surface sensitizing every inch of her body until she could no longer keep still, or quiet.
It didn’t take long before even the slide of the flogger over her skin was almost too much to bear.
The muscles in her arms trembled with the effort it cost her to ease the pull to her nipples, and she relaxed them slightly, careful to keep the balls clasped firmly in her hands.
Sucking in a breath at the tug to her nipples, Hope tightened the muscles in her legs, crying out when the leather strips trailed over her breasts.
“Very pretty. Nice and pink. Everywhere.”
She heard a rustle of movement and sensed he moved away briefly before coming back again.
“Now that I’ve got you all warmed up, I’m gonna concentrate on making you hotter.”
Hope whimpered, every inch of her skin alive with sensation.
Her focus on her husband’s voice sharpened, and she found herself mentally following him as he moved around her.
The small strip of leather from the crop slid from her ankle to her thigh and then slowly to her mound before coming down sharply.
The gag muffled her cry, and her struggles against the sharp sting made the tug to her nipples even more intense.
When Ace slid his fingers lightly over the underside of her breast, she found herself whimpering and instinctively arching into his touch, desperate for the contact.
Tears stung her eyes and were immediately absorbed by the blindfold, a whimper escaping at the connection to her husband and lover.
Shaking everywhere, she couldn’t stop whimpering, her sharp arousal and nervousness at what he might do next leaving her senses reeling.
Every inch of her body hummed with sensations so intense that she cried out at even the lightest touch.
“Settle down, baby.” His lips brushed her cheek, but her attempt to close her arms around him earned her nothing more than another sharp tug at her nipples.
“I’m right here. You’re so damned passionate, aren’t you? Calm down—unless, of course, you want to drop the balls.”
Shaking her head, Hope whimpered again when he broke all contact between them.
She’d always needed his touch, but it had never been with the intensity she felt now.
“We’ve got to make sure you’re nice and sensitive—nice and hot.”
Hope stiffened in anticipation, the strike to her clit startling her into crying out and straining against her bonds.
The almost immediate sharp tingling threatened her sanity, her whimpers becoming continuous as the need for release clawed at her.
Several soft strikes to the sensitive underside of her breasts had more tears of frustration flowing and had her yanking hard at her bonds.
“Easy, baby.” Ace’s arms came around her from behind, his callused hands moving up and down her warmed thighs. “You’re all warmed up now. No more whip. No more crop.”
His lips brushed her hair, his hands moving up and down her sides. “I’ll bet that clit’s driving you crazy, isn’t it?”
Dropping her head back against his chest, Hope moaned and nodded, her clit throbbing as if it had a heartbeat of its own.
Chuckling softly, Ace continued to run his hands up and down her sides. “After you come, it’s gonna drive you even crazier.” Lifting his hands to her breasts, he ran the tips of his fingers over them, narrowing his attention closer and closer to her nipples. “So will your nipples.”
Flattening a hand on her stomach, he slid the fingers of his other hand slowly down her slit. “Is my little sub wet?”
Hope sucked in a breath when he thrust a finger deep into her pussy, the trembling starting all over again when he began to stroke her inner walls.
“Soaking wet, sub. It appears you’re liking this quite a bit. Still needy, though. It seems I can pleasure and frustrate you at the same time, doesn’t it?”
Hope moaned again when he pressed at her G-spot and began a decadent massage that had her clit swelling and throbbing even more. Clamping down on him, she moved restlessly, slightly panicked when she realized that she was about to come.
With the gag in her mouth, she couldn’t ask for permission, and whimpering, she struggled to hold back.
“Do you really think you could hold back if I wanted you to come?” With a groan, he slid his finger free. “But you can’t ask for permission, can you, sub? Well, you can’t come yet. I’m gonna lube your ass real good, and then I’m gonna fuck it.” His lips touched her ear. “Hard. Fast. Deep.”
Hope shivered, her bottom already clenching in anticipation.
He moved away slightly and, seconds later, moved in behind her again, a small click telling her that he’d opened the tube of lube.
“Do you know how much I want your ass?”
Hope moaned and wiggled, too aroused to be still.
“But first I want to take the gag out. I want to hear your cries.”
He
unfastened the gag and removed it, running his thumb over her bottom lip as she worked her jaw and licked her lips. “You threatened to leave me.”
A thick finger, coated with cold lube thrust into her ass, her position making it impossible for her to stop him or even slow him down.
“I’m sorry.”
Withdrawing abruptly, he slapped her ass. “You’re sorry, what?”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Hope’s toes curled when he lubed his finger again and thrust into her once more.
“You should be sorry. You also demanded that I quit my job.” He shoved his finger deep, moving it inside her until she moaned. “Do you really think I’m gonna let you get away with that?”
Hope wiggled as much as her restraints allowed, wanting more than his finger inside her. “No, Master.”
He slid his finger free again, leaving her clenching at emptiness. “And do you really think I’m gonna let you top from the bottom?”
Ripping her blindfold off, he nipped at her earlobe. “Do you, sub?”
Hope shivered when she heard him strip out of his clothes. “No, Master. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
To her surprise, he moved to the table again and picked up a condom before moving to stand between her thighs again. “Of course, you will. And when you do, I’m gonna take the crop to your clit again.”
He slid his fingers over her clit, tapping lightly several times in rapid succession.
Kicking restlessly, she cried out at the too-intense sensation—a sensation somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Quiet.” Ace used his teeth to rip the foil package open, holding her gaze. Rolling it on, he moved closer, staring down at her with eyes that glittered darkly. “I don’t want to gag you again because I want to hear your cries of shock and then pleasure when I fuck your ass.”
Moving behind her, he leaned her forward slightly so that only that strap beneath her thighs and the cuffs held her.
He unfastened the other strap and let it fall aside, out of his way.
Hope shook as he positioned the head of his cock against her puckered opening, sucking in a breath when he steadied her with a hand flattened against her belly and began to push his cock into her.
Crying out when the head of his cock forced its way past the tight ring of muscle and into her, Hope tightened her hands on the balls. “Oh God!”
Firming the hand at her belly, Ace pressed his cock deeper. “Any attempt to top from the bottom will earn you an ass fucking you won’t soon forget. Afterward, you’ll be spanked with one of the larger fingers of ginger root in your ass. Understood?”
Hope’s bottom clenched in response, the threat sending a chill through her. Her bottom would be sore, and the resulting awareness there would make her crazy for days. “I understand, Master.”
Reaching around her with his free hand, he unfastened the loops attached to her nipples, letting them fall aside. “Drop the balls. You don’t need them anymore.”
She obeyed him at once, the throbbing heat in her clit, the burning sensation of his cock pressing into her ass, and the rush of blood back to her nipples combining in a way that threatened to send her over.
Her husband’s nearness and the feel of his hands on her pushed her even closer to the edge, the tingling at her clit and tightening of the pressure inside her telling her that she wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer.
“Master, I—”
Ace moved the hand at her belly slightly to slap her clit. “Quiet.”
His light slap inflamed her, but her instinctive attempt to close her legs proved futile.
“If you ever issue another ultimatum, I’m gonna use the crop on your clit and nipples, and then, when your clit is on fire, I’ll use my mouth on it, and I won’t stop until you come.”
Hope whimpered at the surge of heat to her clit, her bottom hole burning as he slid his cock deeper and began to move. “Yes, Master.”
“And if you demand that I quit my job again, I’m gonna turn you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit down. After your tantrum last week, I’ve decided to put a lock on your closet door. Misbehave again, and I’ll make sure you have nothing to wear and will stay naked for as long as I want you to. Understood?”
Closing his hands over her breasts, he began to move, his thrusts propelling her forward, only to slam back onto his cock again.
“This ass is gonna feel well used before we’re done here, isn’t it, sub? And then you’re gonna sit like a good girl while we eat dinner.”
Hope struggled to concentrate on his words even as his thrusts came faster, his cock forced deeper, knowing that he would punish her for disobeying any command he gave now. “Yes, Sir.”
Her bottom burned hotter, and when her husband moved his hands to her hips, she knew it would become even more intense.
“God, I love fucking you.” His hands tightened. “No other woman excites me the way you do.”
“Oh!” Hope struggled to hold on, her body shaking with the effort to hold back her orgasm.
Every inch of her skin tingled with awareness and heat, the awareness in her nipples, clit, pussy, and ass so intense that she started to cry.
With a groan, Ace surged deep, holding her tightly against him as his cock pulsed deep inside her. “Come.”
It was as if a damn burst inside her, the incredible pressure bursting free in a rush of sublime pleasure.
The pleasure spread, radiating outward until every inch of her body shimmered with delight.
A sob broke free, and then another, the force of her orgasm overwhelming.
Held in the grip of an orgasm so intense that it stole her breath, Hope stiffened, her cries ragged. Once it crested and released its grip on her, she slumped against Ace as he held her firmly against him and released her wrists from the cuffs.
With another groan, he withdrew from her ass, his hands moving over her. “Easy, baby.”
Still holding her steady, despite the fact that only the leather strap supported her, he moved around her, keeping an arm around her as he unfasted the cuff from one ankle and then the other before scooping her against him.
“I’ve got you, baby. Shh. Don’t cry. I’ve got you.” Sitting on the bench, he settled her on his lap. “Oh, baby. How could you think I could ever let you go?”
She wrapped an arm around his neck, but it fell again almost immediately, a testament to her weariness. “I love you so much. Please don’t ever let me leave.”
Ace smiled and gathered her close, running his hands over her sweaty and, he knew, rapidly cooling body, reveling in her softness and the way she felt slumped against him.
“Never. You’re mine.”
Tilting her head back against his shoulder, Hope smiled weakly. “I’ve been yours for even longer than I thought, haven’t I?”
Ace touched his lips to hers. “You’ve been mine since the first time I saw you railing at Tammy Winslow and her gang of stuck-up friends for picking on Debbie Swan. You were outnumbered, and Tammy was one of the most popular girls in town, but none of that mattered to you. You stood between them and Debbie and gave them hell. Debbie didn’t have a friend in town, but after you stood up to Tammy, Debbie became very popular.”
Running his hand down her thigh, he smiled. “Not as popular as you, but very popular. No one bullied her after that because everyone knew they’d have to contend with you.”
“That was my junior year of high school.”
“I know.” Remembering his anger at himself for being drawn to someone so young, Ace grimaced.
Hope sat up straighter, kissing his jaw. “And nobody ever messed with me because they knew they would have to contend with you. Why did you avoid me if you wanted me?”
Gathering her closer, Ace rose. “I was too old for you and too experienced. You were just a kid, for God’s sake. I didn’t really think of you sexually at that time. I just thought you had a lot of spunk, and I admired you. I also felt a little protective of you.”
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p; “A little?” Hope nuzzled against him. “You’re a little more than that now, aren’t you?”
Opening the door that would lead them back to the bedroom, Ace smiled faintly, wondering if she would ever understand what he needed from her. “I’m afraid it’s a little more than that, Hope.”
He carried her to the bed and lowered her, running a hand down her body before he straightened and pulled the covers over her. “Stay put, baby. I’ll be right back.”
Lifting to her elbows, Hope let the blanket fall from her breasts and smiled up at him. “Is that an order, Master?”
“Yes.” Bending again, he brushed his lips over her nipple. “I’m gonna get rid of the condom and come back.”
Sucking in a breath at the friction against her sensitized nipples, Hope slid a hand through his damp hair, carefully avoiding the stitches at the back of his head. “Can we take a shower first? I got a little sweaty.”
Ace grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Yeah. We both did. Come on, baby.”
* * * *
Once in the shower, Hope gently slid the washcloth over Ace’s chest, wincing at the remaining bruises. “You said that it’s more than that. What did you mean? What do you need that I’m not giving you?”
Ace sighed and nudged her back to rinse her hair. “You’re everything I want, Hope.”
After rinsing her hair, he reached for her body wash and squirted it onto her loofah. “I just don’t think you understand how important being in control is to me. It’s part of me.”
“I understand that.” Sliding the washcloth lower, she wrapped her hand around his cock. “You need to know what’s going on with your town, with your wife, and you need to dominate in the bedroom.”
“I’m afraid it’s more than that.” Ace washed her shoulders, working his way down to her breasts. “I feel safer knowing what’s going on around me and having control of the situation. I need to have control over you, but not only in the bedroom. I need to make sure you’re safe. I need to know that you’re thinking about how your words and actions affect both of us.”
Hope stilled, lifting both hands to his chest. “And my attempts to get your attention by speeding backfire, don’t they? Instead of just getting the spankings I want, I scare you and take away your sense of control.”
