by Christy Poff
"What does my mistress have in mind?"
"You'll see."
His groan pleased her. She led him to one of his favorite set-ups. By the time she finished, he could not move—his hands out from his sides while a spreader bar separated his ankles then hooked to the floor. She walked around him, running her fingernails over his very firm ass.
Suddenly she smacked him, Reed's cock standing at attention.
"My slave needs reinforcement?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Another smack.
"Tell me what you'd like to do right now."
"I want to shove my cock inside you and fuck your pussy until we're both on fire."
"And how do you intend to do this in your present position?"
"If you'll bring a stool here to lean over, I can take your gorgeous ass from behind."
Silently, she moved the stool and leaned over it. She caught their reflections in a mirror and smiled.
"Do what you want, slave, but I better see you watching us in the mirror while you do."
"Yes, Mistress."
Expertly, she positioned her pussy at his cock's head, Reed taking it from there. He drove his starved cock into her, holding it inside her for a short time. He drew back slowly then thrust into her harder and faster. As he did, his hands clenched into tight fists. Obeying Chelsea's commands, he looked into the mirror stunned by what he saw. Every time he drove into her, her breasts moved in time driving him mad.
Nearing the edge, Reed called her name. Her body answering his call, she stood up, their bodies tight together. Her right arm curled around him, her fingers grabbing his ass while her free hand went to her breasts, teasing her nipples.
"Your mistress feels naked."
"As soon as we go to our room, I'll put them back in,” he vowed.
"What should I do, slave?"
"Pinch them when I come and call me master."
When Reed filled her with his life's essence, she pinched her nipples crying out from the erotic pleasures.
"Reed?"
"Chelsea, I need to hold you."
"Yes,” she gasped, reaching for one of the restraints to release his hand. Immediately, he pulled her closer, needing the contact. She released his other hand and the moment she did, his arms encircled her. He pushed her to the stool, rubbing her back while making sure she couldn't move.
He hammered his cock into her pussy, filling her again before falling over her. Beads of sweat trickled from their overheated bodies. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them when he came.
Taking deep breaths, Reed's body shivered as it began to cool off.
"Chelsea, I love you."
"I love you, too,” she told him, pressing her pussy tight against his balls while feeling the tip of his cock touch a new spot deep within her. She shook from this, having no idea how sensitive she was. Of course, Reed had introduced her to many new sensations.
"I'm going to release you and I want you to fuck me again while facing me. You will suck my nipples and make me cry out for more. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Once she'd freed his feet, Reed carried her to their bed where he gently spread her legs then obeyed his mistress’ commands. Nearing the edge and the point of no return, Reed felt the sharp sting of a flogger. This one different, it carried more of a sensation and got the reaction Chelsea wanted.
He felt his cock swell within her body as it enveloped him. Her velvet heat drove him crazy, Reed thrusting into her before taking her nipple and suckling it. Another crack and he groaned, his pace increasing. Another crack and his stamina failed him.
Reed fucked Chelsea as if he'd never have the chance to again. She screamed his name, pressing his head to her breast while taking the flogger to his ass.
"I want us married, Chelsea, and I want you pregnant. I want us to be a family full of love and happiness. If it means resigning from the department to accomplish it, I will. I love you, Chelsea, more than I can ever begin to tell you."
His cock exploded and filled her with the seed of one of Philadelphia's oldest families, Chelsea crying out his name.
"I want the same but I will never force you to quit your job."
"If it means keeping you happy, I will."
Suddenly, Reed turned serious.
"Reed, what's wrong?"
Without a word, he flipped her to her knees, thrust into her and pounded her pussy without mercy. She reached back, feeling the muscles in his ass flexing.
"Harder, Reed, I can take you."
His legs trapped hers beneath them while his hands held her hips firmly. She whimpered from the feeling of his overpowering her, Reed's drive intensifying.
When he exploded into her, he cried out, grabbed her breasts and pulled her body tight against his. Flexing more to fill her with every drop he had, he felt their bond—intense and solid.
"My God, Reed, I need you,” she cried before begging for more.
Reed obeyed her until they passed out from sheer exhaustion. Never had he ever fucked any woman like he had Chelsea and he prayed he'd never would. Chelsea Strawbridge was the other half of him and he would never survive losing her.
"Chelsea, please tell me I didn't hurt you."
"Never, Reed. You are phenomenal."
"So are you, Lady Carrington.” He turned her to face him. “I want us married as soon as possible."
"So do I,” she agreed.
"Then we go to Elkton."
"I love the idea."
"You don't want a big wedding?"
"I want you."
* * * *
Reed made some phone calls and by dinner the next evening, arrangements had been made and they found themselves in Elkton, Maryland. Reed took her to a judge's office and introduced themselves.
"Judge Harrison Roberts, my fiancée Chelsea Strawbridge."
"Of the..."
"Distant relative."
"I see,” the judge said. “Well, shall we begin?"
Reed and Chelsea exchanged vows becoming Mister and Mrs. Reed Carrington. They thanked the judge then left to head to a restaurant overlooking the Chesapeake Bay. Being off-season, they had a very secluded and dark corner table near the window to themselves. The way the booth sat, they could look out over the water and not be bothered.
Reed ordered their dinner after the waiter brought them a bottle of champagne on ice. Reed poured the sparkling wine, took her left hand and toasted her.
"To my beautiful wife and mistress."
"To my gorgeous husband, slave and master."
While they sipped the champagne, he pressed his thumb on her wedding set—a brilliant diamond solitaire set in platinum with matching channel-set diamond band. He kissed it then her, Chelsea melting to his touch.
"What are you doing?” he asked when she moved around some as if fidgeting.
"I'm getting ready for you,” she told him after she adjusted the hem of her favorite black lace little black dress.
"What?"
"Put your arm around me and kiss me. While you do, I want you to put your finger where it belongs."
"I've married a vixen."
"Maybe,” she said, smiling. “Well?"
Reed obeyed his mistress, finding she'd worn an extremely skimpy thong with little or no barrier between his touch and her body. They kissed, their tongues dancing. She pressed his hand closer, Reed understanding what she wanted. His finger eased into her waiting entry and Chelsea moaned.
"My God, it feels so good,” she said.
"To have your pussy holding my finger in place is extraordinary. It terrifies me knowing how close we came to losing this."
"I feel the same way."
"Tell me what to do."
"I want you to pamper the hell out of me right now—find me, feed me, fuck me—whatever you want because when we get back to the house, I plan to tie you up and flog you."
"Thank you, Mistress."
* * * *
Before they left the parking lot o
f the restaurant, Chelsea surprised Reed when she led him down a path to a small dock. They stood together looking at the moonlight reflecting on the water.
"Put your back against the post, your hands around it as if I've cuffed you to it."
"Yes, Mistress,” he said without question.
"Very good,” she complimented as she slowly unbuttoned his silk shirt to expose his firm hairless chest. She pulled the shirt out of his pants needing to see him then feathered kisses over his skin and teased his nipples. “God, you are so gorgeous."
"Thank you, Mistress,” he groaned. “So are you."
She unbuckled his belt then unzipped his pants, black boxers meeting her gaze. She pulled them down to the same level as his jacket's edge, releasing his swollen cock. She gazed up catching a glimmer of light in his beautiful blue eyes then smiled before taking his cock deep into her throat. His body shuddered as his breath caught, pleasing Chelsea. Her body craved his, an indescribable feeling.
Her hands ran up the length of his firm body, resting on his chest. The tips of her nails teased his nipples while she held him. The moment she felt his release, she squeezed. Her body shuddered from the heat of his essence warming her inside and the cool breeze from the water. She felt his body stiffen while he filled her, his desperate desire to disobey her wishes overtaking him.
She drew back, the tip of her tongue playing over his slit. Suddenly, he pulled her to her feet, his lips covering hers as their kiss deepened. He slid his hands underneath the hem of her dress pulling it up to expose her ass.
"You're beautiful,” he whispered.
"You're disobedient."
"I know."
His hands cupped her naked rear, one finger teasing her anus. She tensed from it, taken by surprise. She kissed him, her hands sliding the neckline of her dress down to expose her diamond studded breasts to him and the chilly night air. Her nipples peaked even more, her body's fire raging out of control.
"I'm yours, Master,” she declared, lifting her leg to rest on his hip. “Take me here and now."
"With pleasure,” he said, guiding his cock to her pussy and pulling her down on him. He did as she commanded after spinning her to sandwich her between his hard body and the hard post on the dock and fucked his wife on a moonlit night by the Chesapeake Bay.
"My God, I'm on fire!"
"Should I put you out?"
"Never."
"Good, it's one fire I'd rather stoke than fight."
With desperate thrusts, he filled her. Her body molded to his, needing what only Reed could give her.
"Take me home,” she commanded.
"After we make one more stop."
"Oh? Where?"
"You'll see,” he said, fixing her dress and straightening his clothes.
They walked back to the Jag and drove away, heading to the main highway leading a short distance south of Elkton, Maryland. She sat in a way so he could see her pussy then pulled his hand over.
"You minx."
Chelsea smiled a devilish smile.
* * * *
Reed pulled into the parking lot of an adult club. She looked at him with questions in her eyes though trusting him without hesitation. He led her inside the strip club and through the bar where naked exotic dancers worked the runway and the pole while others gave lap dances. Holding her hand, he led her off to the side to another more private room.
"Someone I know on Market Street told me about this place."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No, Mistress,” he said. “They do tattoos and piercings anytime of the day or night."
"Amazing."
"Can I help you?” Spike asked. Though he looked like a biker, Spike did this in his off-time from his medical practice. If only his patients knew...
"The lady wants a navel piercing."
"Do you have the stud?"
"Yes, sir,” Reed said, handing him a diamond stud with a ring hanging from it.
"Very nice,” Spike complimented. “Now, how do you want to do it?"
"What do you mean?” Chelsea asked.
"Anesthesia or arousal."
"Arousal."
"I had one client who didn't want to be numbed. She wanted to experience it all so the guy she came in with got her so aroused, she didn't feel the piercing rod."
Chelsea looked at Reed.
"Reed, take care of it."
"Yes, Mistress."
He lifted her onto the table and laid her back then pushed her dress up over her waist. She spread her legs and Reed went to work, tongue fucking his wife. He held her hands and knew the piercing had been done by the way her fingers gripped his.
Reed gazed up the length of Chelsea's body, the diamond catching the light and sparkling like a small beacon.
"Here, drink this."
"What is it?"
"Orange juice with an antibiotic in it. I'll give you some pills to take with you and I want you to take them all."
"Yes, Doctor Spike,” she said.
"Now, what design are we doing?” he asked, after learning Reed wanted a tattoo done.
"I want a red rose with black lace."
Spike sketched a quick design and showed it to her. She nodded then asked Reed what he thought.
"I like it,” he said. “Where? Upper back or front shoulder?"
"Front,” she said. She held his hand while Spike burned her brand into his shoulder. Several times, he held his breath but her quiet reassurance made the obvious difference. Several hours later, they walked out, both branded as the other's possession. Spike had given them both strict instructions on caring for both procedures and they drove back to the house. Reed carried her across the threshold to their new life together. Ming-toi greeted them, howling until Reed fed him. Some things never change...
Upstairs in their private world, Chelsea fulfilled her vow made at the dock. She undressed him then tied him up, his hands over his head. She placed his feet in a spreader bar, groaning at the sight in front of her.
Chelsea took him by surprise when she carefully bound his cock using a cock ring. She took the leather laces and bound his balls, making his body shake from the sensation coursing through him.
"Very nice, slave."
"Thank you, Mistress,” he gasped. “Please, have no mercy."
"I don't intend to,” she told him, then kissed him. She seductively removed her dress, her naked body driving him crazy with need for her. “My mistress in diamonds and stilettos is a sight I love seeing and can never get enough of."
"Good, my husband's erection is impressive and better not let me down."
"I swear I'll do my best to make sure you're always pleased."
He watched her go to the cabinet and pull out a different flogger—one heavier and used for major punishment. She cracked it over his ass, Reed's breath catching. She repeated the flogging several times, Reed's cock swelling more.
"Please, Mistress, do not stop."
She cracked it over his ass again getting what she wanted as his cock throbbed with fierce impatience. Chelsea tortured him slowly wanting to keep him on a sexually driven high for as long as possible. She wanted him to take her again as he had at the dock, freely fucking her without mercy or thought—just raw, brutal passion and desire driving him and Reed Carrington at his best.
His hands clenched, Reed held back his reaction waiting for her permission. Her hand wrapped around his cock, she pumped it then kissed him. As he began to spurt, she cracked the flogger over his ass again.
No longer able to hold his reaction, Reed cried out. Chelsea smiled then leaned down to lick his shaft clean. Reed's heavy breathing sent heat coursing through her. Reed's knees failed him, the weight of his body pulling on the rope at his wrists.
Noticing this, Chelsea slowly let the hook holding his hands over his head down, Reed went to his knees, his hands still over his head. She stood in front of him, her legs apart with the flogger in hand gazing at him. Quietly pressing his face to her pussy, she silently gave him
orders.
Reed obeyed, his tongue lapping at her clit. She held him to her, needing him as physically close as possible. Several times he took her to the edge and each time, she cracked the flogger over his ass getting what she wanted—an overly aroused lover.
He took her over the edge, the orgasm rocking her. She cried out, begging him to never stop. His groans gave her his answer while his clenched fists opened then closed again.
"Please, Chelsea, help me."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing,” he said. “I love you."
She held him while she freed him, his weak body stretched out on the floor. His head in her lap, he gazed up at her.
"Reed?"
"I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Disappointing you, Mistress. I couldn't hold on any longer."
"I love you, Reed Carrington, and you have not disappointed me."
"Thank you,” he said, taking her nipple and licking it.
He fell asleep for a little bit, regaining his strength. When he woke, he carried her to their room placing her in the center of their bed.
He noticed the red light blinking on the answering machine showing two messages. He played them back, the first from Chief Wickersham telling him about a training session at the Academy followed by one catching their attention.
"It's me or else."
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Chapter 9
Matt Nicholson stopped by the station to talk to Reed. Once the office door closed, he turned to Reed, a grim look on his face.
"What?” Reed asked.
"You've got a big problem."
"Why?"
"Besides the taped message—which, I might add, the detectives appreciate you keeping for them—we've got definite confirmed fingerprints from Chelsea's apartment. We've also got a report filed by your friend in Manayunk."
"How did she..."
"Near as we can tell, she used a credit card on the doorknob and a lock pick on the deadbolt to get in. Your friend remembered locking the door before he went to a nearby convenience store and then again before he took a shower not even an hour later. The second time, he called us. We've got confirmed prints in the guestroom."
"Definitely Lynne Sommersby's?"
"Yes."
"Why do I hear a but coming?"
"She's got alibis for everything and denies making the phone call."
