His arms loosen so I can turn but he's still holding me. God, he looks good enough to fucking eat. The cuffs of his white dress shirt are rolled up. He's in dress slacks and not his usual club attire. It takes everything I have not to drop at his feet and rest my head again him. I can't, though. That's not who I am. Or maybe it is who I am with him but he can never know it. "I don't want this. Please let me continue working."He shakes his head slightly. "No. We can do this the easy or hard way. Your call."Anna takes the flogger from my hand. She grins slightly without saying anything and I know I won't get any help from her."Lydia," Damian says and I turn back to him. "Place your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist." He doesn't give me time to reply before lifting me.I have no idea what shit he's pulling now. I also have no idea why I comply. I expect him to take me to his office. Instead, he walks past the carousel and stops at the bar. My rear end hits the
Damian's mother is everything he promised and more. She's asked me to call her Mom or Dixy. The only similarities in the two are their matching dimples. She's wearing a loose flowing gauzy dress similar to the ones I prefer when I'm not in the club. She's plump in a soft hugs kind of way and she immediately puts me at ease.She reaches up and pinches Damian's cheek after the introductions. "My boy here is smitten with you and thought he would need my help convincing you that he's a good catch." Damian groans and rolls his eyes. "None of that, young man. I'm about to point out that you have your faults but any woman would be crazy to turn down the opportunity to train you," she says with a little added steel in her voice that makes me smile.I give a nervous laugh because she clearly has Damian's stubbornness. "I'm sorry for not changing before meeting you. Your son seemed to think he was on a schedule."She takes my hands in hers and looks me up and down before commenting. "You're l
Once I'm in his desired position, he loops the neckties around my wrists and attaches them to the edges of the headboard. Now my ass is really in the air. I've never allowed a man to do this to me and I'm so damn ready."Spread your legs wider," he commands.The bottom of the bed dips when I comply. I'm not expecting his tongue on my pussy, and it startles me. Damian pinches my ass. "Your job is to remain still while I enjoy this amazing pussy. If you come, I'll add to the punishment you have coming.""Wha-" I try to ask but he stops with a stinging slap on my ass. His tongue and mouth go back to work driving me crazy. A few minutes later he adds his fingers and I almost go off. He reads me too well and backs away. The bed bounces slightly when he stands. I'm a quivering mess and not happy he's left me in this condition. I'm startled again when a bottle of lube lands in front of my face.Damian's hand smooths down my back. "Your call, Lydia, but this is what I want. It's one of you
The club is crowded and one problem after another takes me away from my wife. Lydia is expecting our first child and I would rather be doing something kinky, watching television, or even playing a game of chess rather than settling disputes over which sub belongs to whom.When I'm not around, Lydia has a way of getting into trouble or at least doing things I expressly forbid. I laugh at the thought. "Forbid" is considered the "F" word as far as she's concerned. I learned that the hard way. Now, with her advanced pregnancy, I'm doing my best to use gentle persuasion. The damn woman makes it hard.Our relationship morphed from two dominants, madly in love, with me controlling our life in the bedroom to a tricky D/s relationship when we aren't in the club. The change has been gradual and somehow we've made it work. Lydia is an incredible Domme and she needs her time in order to stay mentally balanced. She also desires domination and we've managed to navigate the sometimes stormy waters
The items I need are in the cabinet on the far side of the room. I've actually been planning this for some time. I remove three candles, their holders, a lighter, and a medium-sized knife in its sheath. I rest them on the desk. Lydia's eyes have darkened and her breathing is coming in short heavy bursts at the sight of what I have planned."Mommy's been bad and Daddy knows the perfect punishment," I tell her. "I've missed clamping these," I gently squeeze one nipple before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment. "I know they're sensitive," I say when her eyes widen. "But I think this will give us what we both want." A small bit of saliva runs down the corner of her mouth and I wipe it with my finger. Licking the wetness away adds a bit of devilment to my plans. "You always taste so good no matter where it comes from."She closes her eyes for a moment and I know she's fighting to control her dirty needs. During this past year I've learned many of her nuances and plan on
I stroke her pussy again and build her desire to a boiling point. "Are you close, my dear?""God, yes. Please." Pulling my hand away this time is beyond cruel and I fully expect the coming tantrum. "What are you doing?" she screams.I shake my head to let her know I'm not falling for her antics. "It's time to remove the wax." I lift the sheathed knife off my desk and slide it from the case."Oh, hell no! You are not putting that knife near my breasts."She fights my control so hard, and anytime we try something new she's the bratty sub. "Trust me," I say while holding her gaze. I see the fear and know she gets a thrill out of scenes like this too. She can always use her safe word but I know she won't. Her resistance is part of her sexual make up.She closes her eyes and I kiss her cheek with a gentle swipe of lips. The knife is dull but half the fun is her not knowing that. I lift her breast in my left hand and pull the skin tight with my thumb before sliding the edge of the knife
A long hot tongue and dog breath wake me from a sound sleep. Samson must have stayed the night with Raul and now he's back. The damned dog has everyone in his life wrapped around his paws. I push him back so I can untangle myself from the covers and get up. Sam gives a short whine when he looks at his mistress buried beneath the covers; I call him so he doesn't wake her. Raul is sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading my newspaper when I walk out in a bathrobe."Make yourself at home why don't you," I grumble. "Hand over the business section," I add with my hand out. I'm fully aware most people no longer read an actual newspaper but I love it. At least when it's neat and in its proper order.Raul knows my bark is worse than my bite in the morning. "I haven't been kicked out yet, so the little seduction scene last night must have worked."I rub my cock and balls to Raul's delight. "The further advanced her pregnancy gets the hornier she becomes. She hasn't done a scene
A week later, because of Lydia's exhaustion, we eat a delicious dinner provided by one of the hotel chefs. Lydia enjoys cooking but she's been grumpy all day, her back hurts and slightly depressed. I invite Raul and his new boyfriend, Paul, to join us. Keeping my wife entertained and out of trouble these last weeks of her pregnancy is priority.Lydia picks at her food and her mood doesn't seem to improve. I know she's not sleeping well even with that damned pillow, but there's little I can do about it. Raul suggests playing cards when the table is clear. Her mood lightens somewhat as we start a game of spades especially when she starts winning tricks.An hour into our quiet evening with friends, the power flickers a few times and then goes off completely and the entire penthouse goes dark."Lydia, do not move. I don't want you falling." I say into the sudden darkness. "The backup generators will kick in and the emergency lights will come on in a minute.""It's a nasty storm," Paul volu