“How are you doing, Sophie?” he asked. “A little wet?” Two fingers slid easily inside her.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. “Yes, Sir.”
When he pinched her clit, she gasped.
“I’m going to help you to your feet; it will likely feel awkward but you’ll be able to balance. I want to use the crop on your asshole.”
Her eyes widened at that.
“Would you like that, Sophie? Your asshole wants some attention too, doesn’t it?” As he said it, he traced her juices up the cleft between her buttocks and settled over her anus. “You’re going to look amazing,” he said, “bent over and spread open for me.”
He helped her to her feet and turned her to face the bed.
“Down on your elbows,” he said. The bed was low to the floor so she had to bend deep while the spreader held her legs wide. “You look incredible. I might keep you like this for a while.”
She made a sound, bending even deeper, offering herself to him.
He stripped off his shirt and picked up the crop while she remained as she was, waiting for him, watching him from between her legs.
“Ready?” he asked. He placed a hand on her hip to steady her. He didn’t need to spread her buttocks apart; bent as she was, she was completely exposed to him.
“Ah,” she cried when he began, using the same short, quick strokes as he had on her pussy. She wiggled a little, but wasn’t really trying to avoid the strokes and he kept it up until the skin around her anus matched that of her buttocks.
“More?” he asked, dipping a finger into her pussy, lubricating the digits before running them up to her back hole and this time, circling there, penetrating the tight ring as she moaned. “More of the crop, Soph?” he asked, pressing one finger inside to the knuckle, pulling out slowly and repeating before he added a second. “Tell me, a little more with the crop before I fuck you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Where? Tell me where you want me to crop you.”
“My ass, Sir. Please use the crop on my ass.”
“As you wish,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and beginning another round with the crop.
Sophie gasped with some of the strokes and moaned with others. He knew it would sting, but these weren’t punishing strokes and the sheen on her pussy told him just how much the sensation of the sting, the heat, and attention were turning her on.
“Michael. Sir…”
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he asked, dropping the crop to the floor and stripping off his pants. Taking a tube of lubricant, he greased her anus, pushing two fingers into it easily as he thrust his cock into her pussy. “You are so wet,” he said, gripping her hip with his free hand.
“Fuck my ass, Sir. Please. Fuck my ass.”
Michael withdrew his fingers and brought the head of his cock smeared in her juices up to her anus. She gasped when he pressed the wide head of it into her back hole, but relaxed when he stopped as he gave her time to adjust. He took his time, gaining the first inch, then slowly the second.
“You are so fucking tight,” he said.
“Mmm…” she moaned.
He claimed another inch, pulling out then pressing in, pulling out then pressing deeper.
She made a noise, something between a moan of pleasure and one of pain. He imagined it would hurt her this first time and determined she would wear a plug to widen her passage over the next few days. This was a part of his wife he planned on using frequently. He’d waited so long and it was his right. And hers.
“Almost there, baby. I’m not going to last long in here though.”
“It feels so good,” she purred.
Once he claimed the final inches and had seated the whole length of his cock inside her, he stilled. “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
“Yes. Yes, please, Sir.”
“Hard or slow?” he asked, already beginning to move his hips forward and back, relishing the heat of her in the tight quarters.
“Hard. Fuck me hard.”
Michael then took hold of her hips and pulled all the way out. When he thrust in, she called out, but he didn’t stop. He fucked her hard and fast, pinching her clit as he felt her clamp down around his cock with an orgasm that shook her for what seemed like an eternity. She called out, she cried, she begged him to fuck her harder and he did, then begged him to stop as he drew yet another orgasm from her before he finally stilled, coming inside her.
Chapter Fifteen
“Isn’t that your mom’s car?” Sophie asked, her belly immediately tensing.
“Looks like it,” Michael said. They found a parking spot and watched as Karen and Michael’s mother emerged from the parked car, their expressions grim and serious.
Sophie looked over at Michael then back at the two women, hoping everything was okay.
“Mom?” he asked as soon as he was out of the car.
Sophie followed, the bliss of their little vacation quickly slipping away. It wasn’t like them to show up without calling.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Where’s Dad? Everything okay?”
It took his mom a minute to process what Michael might be thinking, but Karen picked it up.
“He’s fine. Everyone’s fine and nothing’s wrong,” she said, turning to Sophie.
Both women now looked at her, but it was his mom who spoke. “We came to talk to you, Sophie. To tell you we’re sorry, if it’s not too late.”
Sophie looked at them standing there while Michael’s hand rubbed her back.
“Let’s go inside,” Michael said. “I’ll make coffee.”
The four of them walked in quietly and Sophie was sure the tension between them was visible to any passerby on the street.
“We just got back into town. How long were you waiting?” Michael asked as they settled in the living room.
Sophie wasn’t sure what to make of things. She wasn’t sure she trusted them. Michael was trying to act casual, but there wasn’t anything light or casual about this.
“Just a little while. Don’t worry about that,” his mom said. “We won’t stay long, you’re probably both tired from the trip, but I think this needs to be said and the sooner the better.” She turned to Sophie and took her hands. “I didn’t expect a second daughter-in-law as quickly as Michael found you, Sophie. It was never about you. The fact that Michael stayed in the States those years I might have blamed on you.”
“Mom…” Michael cut in.
“My turn, Michael,” she simply said, holding Sophie’s hands and not even breaking eye contact with her. “I owe this to my daughter-in-law.”
“It’s okay,” Sophie began, a voice inside her screaming that no, it wasn’t okay at all! She’d been saying it was okay all these years and trying to sweep it under the carpet, push her feelings of not being good enough deep down inside her when all the while, resentment was growing.
“No, it’s really not,” Grace said. “Let me do this.”
Sophie nodded.
“I didn’t even give you a chance and blamed you when you didn’t give me one, and I accept that our relationship could have been different if I’d been less selfish. Michael loves you and I see how much you love him. The fact that you’re not Dutch?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I can work on my English,” she said, smiling a little. “I promise to be a better mother to you and treat you no differently than my natural daughters, if you’d like that. If I’m not too late.”
Sophie shook her head, smiling as tears stung her eyes. “It’s not too late,” she said, wrapping her arms around the older woman. “I’m sorry too. I could have tried a little harder myself.”
The two hugged for a few minutes, both of them crying now.
“All right,” Karen cut in. “Enough already,” she said.
Her mother let Sophie go and turned to her, raising her eyebrow.
Karen looked at Sophie. “I’m not as sentimental as my mom but I know I owe you an apology, Sophie. Like m
y mom said, my brother loves you and I see how happy you make him. I’d like to start again. If you want to.”
Sophie looked back at her. She looked sincere and was obviously putting on the brave front, but in her eyes, her vulnerability showed. “Thank you, Karen,” she said. “I realize how much courage it took for both of you to have done what you just did. But if you ever invite my husband’s ex-wife to a family party again, you’re going to hear from me.”
“Accepted,” she said, nodding.
Sophie took a step toward her. Karen took one back, but Sophie grabbed her hand. “No, you don’t. I’m a hugger and you’re not getting out of it, Karen.”
Karen groaned, but smiled when Sophie hugged her and she hugged her back. “Thanks, Sophie,” she whispered.
Sophie only squeezed harder.
Chapter Sixteen
Sophie was anxious all day. He was taking her to the club. Tonight. She was going to be spanked in public. She might even be spanked by Kyan. No, not might be but would be.
They drove in silence. Once there, Michael parked and they walked the two blocks, her heart pounding the entire time. Ever since they had started this, Sophie hadn’t been able to get the idea, the very visual idea of herself naked and bent over in the middle of the main room and spanked by another man while her husband watched, out of her mind. It made her sex throb in anticipation while making her face burn with humiliation.
She must have slowed her step when they got to the club though, because Michael applied a little pressure to her back. She glanced at him. He looked back, but his expression didn’t change, didn’t soften, nothing. She walked up the stairs and in through the front door.
When Afke saw them come in, she smiled and rose to her feet.
“Right this way, Sir,” she said, obviously expecting them. She knocked at the door and was told to enter. Opening the door, she stood aside.
Michael guided Sophie into Kyan’s office.
“Welcome,” Kyan said, standing. Always cordial, always formal, always polite, Sophie noted.
Her glance in his direction was brief as a blush rose from her neck to her cheeks.
The men shook hands and Kyan invited them to have a seat.
“I’m glad to see you both here together,” Kyan said. “I’m very glad to see you on this journey together.”
Sophie wrung her hands together. They felt clammy, sweaty. She was nervous.
“Thank you, Kyan. We appreciate your friendship.”
Kyan nodded. “Sophie,” he began.
She turned her face up to look at him sitting across his desk.
“Do you understand what’s going to happen tonight?” he asked.
Goose bumps covered her body and she began to shake. “You’re going to spank me out there,” she said, unable to keep the emotion from her voice as she pointed to the door leading to the main room and broke eye contact with him.
Michael’s hand was on her knee immediately and it was all the encouragement she needed.
“Look at me, Sophie,” Kyan said.
She turned her face back to Kyan’s and wiped the back of her hand over her eyes.
“Michael, as your dominant, has asked you to participate in this public session for a few reasons. You’ve discussed those, yes?”
She nodded.
“Please vocalize. I believe you know how to address me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her eyes wide, looking at him with the same almost childlike need for approval as she did Michael.
“Just to clarify, one is for him to learn your tolerance for pain. Another is for him to understand or establish boundaries for himself as your dominant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Michael spoke next. “The third is simply for my pleasure. I’d like to see you spanked in public by another man, Sophie. I want to see you strip naked, I want to see you walk through the club while men watch you. I want to see you bent over, your ass on display, and most important, I want to watch your face as you’re spanked.”
She stared at Michael as he said these things, her heart leaping from her chest in its desire to please him.
“Tell me, does the idea arouse you? Because I think it does,” Michael asked.
She could only swallow.
“If you can’t answer with words, you’ll have to show us just how wet you are.”
Sophie turned from Michael to Kyan, then back again.
“Yes, Sir. The idea excites me. I’m just… nervous.”
“I’d be worried if you weren’t,” Michael said. “Let’s get started.”
“Do you remember your safeword, Sophie?” Kyan asked.
“Yes, Sir. It’s lavender.”
“Good. I’m ready when you are, Michael,” Kyan said, addressing the last part to her husband.
“Stand up, Sophie,” Michael said, his face also looking a little flushed.
She rose slowly to her feet.
“Take off your dress.”
Every hair on her body stood on end. She glanced at Kyan sitting there, relaxed as he leaned back in his seat, as if this was a normal day at the office for him.
“Look at me, Sophie. I’m the only one you need to look at.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
“In fact, unless Kyan asks you a question, you’re only allowed to look at me all night. When I’m not standing in your line of vision, I want your eyes on the floor.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her pussy was on fire. She slowly stripped off her dress, sliding it down over her body and stepping out of it, effectively naked beneath in just the thigh-high stockings and pumps he’d instructed her to wear. Once the dress was on the floor, she looked at her husband, but managed to keep her hands at her sides.
“Pick up the dress and lay it over the back of the chair.”
She did slowly in the most modest way she could.
“Good girl,” he said. He rose to his feet and took her face in one hand, caressing her cheek before leaning down to kiss her open lips.
Kyan said something in Dutch she obviously wasn’t meant to understand. Michael nodded, even though he never took his eyes off Sophie.
“Slip off your stockings and shoes,” he said.
Kyan had apparently given instructions. She didn’t dare glance at Kyan; she was entirely too embarrassed. Instead, she stepped out of her shoes and peeled off each stocking.
“Are you ready?” Michael asked.
She saw Kyan rise from the corner of her eye and for the first time, something inside her felt fear. Her hand shot out to capture Michael’s. He took it, looking at it before meeting her eyes. He smiled and squeezed. “You’re okay. I’ll be with you the entire time.”
She smiled back and nodded.
He opened the door and the soft opera music playing in the main room broke into their intimate space.
Michael nudged her to walk toward the door and she did, walking between the two men, her eyes on the floor as she’d been instructed, watching her bare feet and glancing at the shiny shoes the men wore on either side of her.
“I’ve had the bench placed in the very center of the room,” Kyan said.
She glanced at the contraption from beneath her lashes as they approached it. It was a long wooden thing with what looked to be adjustable back legs, which were slightly higher than the front legs that also contained leather restraints. The long rectangular top was padded.
“Here we are,” Kyan said. “Sophie.”
She looked up at him. “Yes, Sir?”
He smiled and gestured to the bench and she wondered how she was supposed to mount that thing while preserving any decorum.
“Sophie?” Michael asked when she didn’t move.
Sophie stepped closer to the bench and placed her right leg over it. The men stood back and watched as she maneuvered herself into position, placing her hands on the blocks by the front legs where Michael bent to tie the restraints around her wrists. She looked at him as he did this, his blue eyes staring right back into he
rs. The warmth she was used to was there, but in addition to it, there was something else. Arousal, certainly, but something else. Something more base, more animalistic.
Michael smiled and leaned forward to kiss her, then whispered “I love you,” in her ear.
“I love you,” she mouthed back.
Although she didn’t turn, she felt leather wrapped around both ankles simultaneously, securing her widespread legs.
“She looks lovely,” Kyan said from behind her. Michael went to join him there and Sophie heard him suck in a breath as more footsteps approached to witness her humiliation, her exhilaration. She closed her eyes, very aware of how exposed she was in this position. How open to anyone who chose to look.
“I want to plug her,” Michael said. “She seems to like that.”
Sophie pressed her hips into the bench, very aware of her swollen clit while they talked about her as if she weren’t there, as if she were only her body.
“Will she be allowed to come during the spanking?” Kyan asked.
She recognized Michael’s hand as it gently caressed the curve of her waist. “Yes. I’d like to see if we can make her come just from her spanking.”
She heard one of the men approach and she opened her eyes to meet Kyan’s. “I have a feeling we can,” he said, smiling, touching a finger to her chin.
At that moment, she felt the lubricant on her anus and instantly tensed.
“No,” Michael said as Kyan resumed his place behind her. “It’s me, relax.”
“Julia,” Kyan said. “Bring me a leather paddle and have my cane and a gag ready.”
Cane and a gag?
As he said it, Michael pushed his finger inside her ass as she ground her clit into the bench.
“Good girl,” Michael coaxed as his finger moved more easily in and out of her. “Tell me, Soph,” he asked. “If I asked you to suck Kyan’s cock while I fuck your ass after your caning, would you do that for me?”
He was fucking her ass with his fingers as she ground her hips into the bench. She arched her back with the pleasure of it.
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