by Lily Harlem
I paused by his face to make sure he was under no mistake that my outfit was crotchless. “The flogger is for when you are tied up and can do nothing about where and how hard I decide to touch you.”
After resting it on the chair he’d been sitting on, I went back to the bag. This time I pulled out two pairs of silver handcuffs. I’d had a dilemma when we’d arrived and found the headboard to be a neat, shiny affair attached to the wall. There were no sexy wrought iron bars or strong wooden posts to secure Jacob to. But my problem had been solved with the mental image of him on the floor and me in my boots strutting around him. The solution was exactly that, the floor.
“Do you like my outfit?” I asked.
Silence.
“You may speak.”
“Fuck yes.”
I smiled in a satisfied, powerful kind of a way. “Good. Now pull the cover off the mattress and place it over here, in the big space on the floor at the end of the bed.”
He did as I’d asked, moving on hands and knees to complete the task. It seemed strange to see my husband crawling. The muscles in his back rippled and the dip of his sweet arse cheeks sank. The sight made my pussy wet and my nipples peaked against their scratchy containment. He was truly beautiful.
“Good, now attach your left wrist to the leg of the bed.” I dropped the handcuffs near him. “And hurry, we don’t have all day.”
Oh, we so did! Today and tomorrow.
Metal clicked and Jacob sat with his left arm extended, handcuff fixed tight.
“Lie completely flat on the floor,” I said, holding up the other set of handcuffs, the pair that would render him completely at my mercy.
He shuffled down, and I moved swiftly to secure his other arm then stood, straight and proud, and looked down at the perfect specimen of a man I’d caught for myself.
His eyelids were heavy, his mouth slightly parted. His chest rose and fell quickly, as if he’d been doing something strenuous in the garden. His arms were raised high, the same way he’d tied me to the trees in the woods. The delicate skin of his underarm, coated in coal-black silken hair, was exposed; as was the outline of his ribs as his torso stretched long and lean.
The dark hair over his chest continued down his taut abs to his cock, where the strands were bushy and thick and wiry. His engorged dick pointed to the ceiling, the head swollen and the slit wide. I could imagine how firm and hot it would feel in my hands. How it would be like silk on steel, satin on iron. I loved his cock. I loved Jacob with every beat of my heart, and I loved his cock too.
His legs were together, the thick hairs on his thighs tapering off at his knees then becoming increasingly dense on his shins. His feet were tipped slightly outwards, his long toes and the arch of his foot vulnerable and pale.
“Spread your legs,” I instructed, pacing to the desk at the end of the long room.
I could feel his gaze burning into my body as I reached for the wooden, straight-backed chair.
“Wider,” I said.
He stretched his legs further apart until he was lying in a star shape.
“Good,” I said, placing the chair on the floor between his lower limbs, the front legs just above his knees. Jacob had said one of the things that turned him on about being tied up was not being able to touch me—to lay there wanting me, needing me, but unable to do anything about it. I’d thought about this a lot and was looking forward to giving him quite a show. In fact, my clit was already buzzing for it to begin.
I retrieved the flogger then stepped over him, placing one foot either side of his chest.
“You may look at my pussy,” I said, stooping slightly and trailing the flogger over his face and down the column of his throat. “In fact, you’re not to take your attention from my pussy until I give you permission.”
Carefully stepping backwards on my spiked heels, I sat on the chair with my legs stretched wide apart, the heels of my boots pressed into the carpet outside of his thighs.
“I know you want to look at my pussy,” I said in a low voice as I ran the tails of the flogger up my thigh and over my bare, exposed cunt. “You like looking at my pussy and you like touching my pussy, don’t you, Jacob?”
There was a rise of colour on his cheekbones as he nodded and pressed his lips together. He seemed mesmerised by the trailing tails of the flogger caressing my engorged lips.
A glut of power seared through me. Power and pleasure. Seeing Jacob so aroused and willing to get into a role he’d initially been nervous about told me I was doing it right. I’d taken control and he was enjoying relinquishing it.
I began to finger myself, rolling and toying with my clit and dipping into my entrance. I was wet and hot and craving more. “You know what I think of when I masturbate, Jacob?” I asked.
He swallowed tightly and shook his head, never once taking his gaze from my exploring, busy fingers.
“When you’re at work and I’m horny, or, if you’re away on business, I have no choice but to touch myself. But it’s always you. I always think of you and your glorious, big cock.”
Turning the flogger around, I touched the tip of the handle to my entrance. “I love the way you fuck me with your cock, Jacob. The fact that you hover, just for a split second, before you plunge in.” After rotating the leather head around the rim of my pussy to gather natural lube, I eased it in. “Oh, God, Jacob, you always feel so big and hard. And hot, you always feel so hot when you sink into me.”
Scooting to the edge of the chair so I could tilt my pelvis, I slid the handle in higher. I caught my breath and squeezed my eyes shut. It felt cool and hard, and although not as big as Jacob’s girth, it was still a very satisfying entry.
“Do you like watching my pussy getting fucked?” I gasped, setting up a steady in-out rhythm.
Silence, except for the sound of my moisture clicking around the handle.
“Speak, you can speak,” I snapped.
“Yes, yes I like it, you look so fucking horny, so fucking swollen and turned on.”
“And you want to fuck me, don’t you? When I’m turned on and wet and swollen you want to sink your big, fat cock into me, don’t you? Ram in fast and hard and hear me cry out. Don’t you, Jacob? Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“But you can’t, you’re tied up, on the floor. The flogger is fucking me…” I paused and sought my clit with my other hand. “The flogger is going to make me come while you watch. That is all you can do, watch—watch me get fucked.”
My heart rate picked up and a feverish flush crawled over my skin. The domed handle rubbed over my G-spot, hitting just the right spot and, combined with stimulation over my engorged clit, it wouldn’t be long until Jacob got to witness my orgasm.
“Ah, ah, yes, yes,” I hissed, opening my eyes and looking down at his face.
It took a second to focus on his rapt expression, but when I did a thrilling whack of satisfaction reeled through me. He was loving my show.
“Jacob, oh, God, I always think of you, you and your dick. Whenever I touch myself I always think of you touching me, always you, only you.” My toes curled in my boots, my legs tensed.
He too was panting, and a glance at his straining cock revealed a pearly drip of pre-cum sitting in his slit.
“I’m coming, Jacob, watch me come, I order you…to watch…me…come.”
I was there. With several fast, furious thrusts of the handle and deep pressure on my clit, I burst into a mass of pulsating ecstasy. “Oh, God, yes, so fucking good,” I cried. “Jacob, speak, can you see me coming?”
“Yes, I can see you and I want to make you come again, now.”
As the waves of bliss turned into ripples of pleasure I became aware of the clanking of handcuffs. He was twisting and turning, trying to get out of them.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I said, swiftly withdrawing the handle and standing even though my cunt was still spasming. “You have to lie there like a good boy and have what I decide you’re allowed.”
He stilled and lo
oked up at me.
A trickle of moisture further dampened the inside of my thighs. My breath was hard to catch. “But as you’ve been good so far, you can have some of this.” Still holding the flogger, I gripped the end of the bed, a panel of straight, polished wood, and squatted down over his face.
“Can you see my cum?” I asked.
“Yes, you’re soaked with it.”
“I know, and I’m going to let you lick it off.” I sank lower, so I was positioned wide and open over his face.
He let out a low growl and strained upwards to meet my pussy.
“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I groaned as he gave a gentle lick over the whole length of my lips. “That’s it,” I said in a soft voice. “Taste my juices, taste my cunt.”
He set up a hungry, methodical system of lapping and delving, sucking and slurping. Whenever he was too firm over my super-sensitive clit I raised a little, eliciting moans of frustration from him.
Eventually, as my breathing returned to normal, I lifted up again. My pussy hummed nicely with satisfaction as I moved the chair out of our way.
“You really are behaving very well,” I said, lying down over him, again being careful with my heels. “You can stop looking at my cunt now, I think you deserve another reward.” I kissed him—hot, hard and open-mouthed. The way he kissed me when he was getting impatient for action. When I knew it wouldn’t be long until he was thrusting inside me.
He tasted of me, of my cum and my cunt, his tongue slippery as it tangled with mine.
Breaking the kiss, I headed lower, sweeping my lips around his tight, dark nipples, then biting them lightly.
He groaned and a tremble travelled through his body.
Kneeling between his legs, I used the strands of the flogger as I continued on my downward journey, tickling over his abs and hips and finally his cock.
“Your dick is very hard, Jacob,” I said, swiping the top of his thighs with the flogger. Not enough to inflict pain, but enough to make him wonder what I would do next. “Would you like me to suck your dick?”
Silence.
“You may speak.”
“Yes, oh, God, yes, Karen, suck my dick, please.”
I chuckled at his desperate voice and discarded the flogger. I would need both my hands for this next bit. Taking his shaft in my fist, I circled the head of his cock, spreading the pre-cum over it and around the ridge of his glans.
He twisted his neck and gritted his teeth. I would have to play it careful. It wouldn’t take much to make him come, and we were nowhere near ready for that point yet.
Dipping my head, I swiped my tongue over his glans then took him halfway into my mouth.
He groaned, long and loud, tensed his thighs around me.
I sank lower, slowly, carefully taking him deep, right to the back of my throat. Once he was nestled there I set up a small gulping action with the base of my tongue.
He released a colourful string of expletives and another drip of pre-cum dampened my palate.
I would have liked to suck on his cock for longer, but he was too close. So I lifted up from his shaft and took it in my palm. “You are going to have to trust me for this next bit, Jacob.”
“Oh, God, don’t stop,” he moaned, his eyes tight shut.
“It’s going to get a whole lot better in a minute, but you have to trust me the way I have trusted you plenty of times.”
Silence.
“Do you trust me, Jacob? Speak.”
“Yes, yes of course.”
“You remember our safe word?”
“Yes.” He opened his eyes. They were heavy and dark as if drugged.
Standing again, I reached for the bag. From it I withdrew a small, purple butt plug and a tube of lube.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his narrowed eyes suddenly widening.
“You can either trust me to make you feel amazing or you can say the safe word, Jacob. What is it going to be?”
He juddered in a breath. Tried to move his arms and succeeded only in rattling the handcuffs on the bed’s legs.
“I’ll take that as a ‘you want to feel amazing’,” I said, sinking down between his legs, placing the plug and lube on the sheet next to me and taking a gentle but firm hold of his cock.
“Oh, God,” he murmured, pressing his face into the upstretched ball of his shoulder and exposing his gritted teeth.
“Shh,” I soothed, rubbing up and down his shaft. “Shh, it’s going to be good. I know it is.” My voice was calming, but inside I was a bundle of excitement. Bloody hell, he really was going to let me insert the butt plug. When I’d bought it for him I’d had visions of him telling me I’d gone crazy and refusing it totally. But although I’d surprised him, he was up for me inserting things into his body for a change.
As I stroked his shaft with one hand I used the other to fondle his balls. I knew he liked that and it would relax him. The butt plug wasn’t big, but nor had it been the smallest in the shop. I needed to slow him down a bit, release some of the tension I’d built up.
I nudged his legs a little wider with my knees, pulled his sac up slightly and revealed his tightly puckered hole. It was the first time I’d seen his anus with the thought of touching it, penetrating it.
For a moment I just stared.
Then, letting go of him, I reached for the plug once more. My heart raced, my stomach in a frenzy of anticipation as I coated the purple toy in clear lube.
“Just relax, Jacob, this feels amazing, even more so for a guy, you just wait and see.”
He replied with a fragmented groan as I touched the cool, tapered tip to his anus.
“Shh,” I said again and gave a gentle nudge—it seemed impossible that the plug would press in. His ring was clasped so tight. “Jacob,” I whispered. “Let me in the way I let you into my body.”
A tremble rattled over his torso, and he let out a long, slow breath. I felt his arse give a tiny bit and pushed the plug in with a more determined pressure.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, his body jerking.
“It’s okay, that’s the hardest bit,” I soothed. “Now just relax.”
He yanked his arms and the cuffs banged wildly. There was only one thing for it. I took his cock in my mouth and sank down.
“Oh, Jesus, heaven help me,” he gasped, stilling all movement.
As I hit maximum depth on his cock I eased the plug in some more. It glided in easily now, the lube smoothing the way as he relaxed.
I scraped my teeth along his shaft, lifted up and released his cock. I looked at the plug penetrating him. “You’ve nearly taken it all,” I said, pulling the smooth toy almost out then easing it back in again.
He groaned, low and guttural, his eyes shut tight and the cords on his neck strained.
My pussy was on fire. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought tying Jacob up and inserting something into him would be so erotic. But it was. It was an act that required him to trust me one hundred per cent. An act so brazen and forbidden that I knew we’d never tell anyone else about it, not for as long as we both lived.
“Does it feel good? Tell me, Jacob,” I asked, repeating my gentle thrusting movements over and over. Fucking his arse with the toy.
“Good, I dunno, weird…kind of full and burning. Touching something which has never been touched.”
“Yes, I know.” And I also knew that if I tipped the base of the plug towards the floor the end would press on his prostate. That would, according to the internet, feel amazing for him—a bit like when he hit my G-spot.
He twitched his hips with each long glide I treated him to, and his cock bobbed. He was taking it well and had grown used to the invasion.
It was time.
Firmly dipping the base of the plug, I popped it completely into his anus so only the small arms remained outside.
“Argh, oh, fuck…”
“Shh, it’s okay.” Quickly, I straddled him. Positioned my pussy over his cock and sat down, taking his hard length deep into my wet channel. “I’
m going to fuck you now, Jacob, and you can come; you can come when you need to.”
“Karen, Karen, I…” His words tailed off, his body bucked beneath mine, and the bed shifted, his fractious, frantic arms exerting considerable force on the furniture.
Quickly, I undid the halter at the nape of my neck and let it fall down. My breasts hung free and swung wildly as I picked up a rapid pace. Grinding myself onto his cock and thrusting my clit into his hairy pubis.
“Look at me, look at me fucking you,” I ordered.
He peeled open his eyes and stared up at my jostling breasts.
“I’m fucking you so hard,” I panted. “I’m going to make you come like never before, Jacob.”
Briefly, it crossed my mind that I really should have tied his legs down too. He was bucking beneath me. Shifting and arching, rising to meet my thrusts, the handcuffs barely containing his writhing body.
We were banging and crashing. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh combined with the groaning strains of the wooden bedframe created quite a din.
“Ah, yes, yes, come!” I yelled, knotting my fingers in my hair and throwing back my head. “Come, come with me.”
“Argh, oh, Jesus, fucking hell,” he cried.
As I spiralled into a wondrous series of convulsions, he thrust and pumped into me.
“Karen, oh God, what have you done?” he howled.
I was still coming, eking out the heavenly orgasm swamping me. Knowing what I’d created deep inside Jacob’s most private place added momentum to an already mind-blowing crescendo.
“Oh, fuck, that…is…it!” he shouted.
Warmth flooded my pussy.
“Oh, Jacob,” I managed, dropping over him, my breasts pressing into his chest. “Oh, God, that was amazing.”
He grunted.
“You can talk,” I said breathlessly.
“I can’t,” he said with a panting gasp, “I think you’ve finished me off.”
I touched my lips to his. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
His glazed eyes snared mine. “I think you ought to get that thing out of me, or uncuff me so I can do it.”
