Page 26 of The Devil’s Submission

He gasped. “Yes.”

Again and again she stroked him with the cane then hit, varying the spot—his shoulder, forearm, thighs with pale pink marks, never settling into a rhythm or pace, keeping him on the edge but not touching him where he wanted it most. “Are you all right, Grayson?”

Her husband moaned. “Please don’t stop.”

“Does your cock hurt? It looks very, very hard. So full of come. What would you give to have me take that in my mouth? To thrust it deep into my wet pussy?”

“Anything.”

Flicking her wrist as Charlotte had taught her in their sessions, Eliza brought the cane down hard on his backside, leaving a red imprint. “Please don’t stop, Lizzie. Anything, Lizzie.”

Grayson jerked, his breathing deliciously ragged. “Forgive me, Lizzie. I wasn’t thinking. Only feeling. It’s so damned good. I’ve never been harder in my life…ah Christ.”

“You like it there, don’t you? Right on that fleshy curve of your backside. Two lovely red patches,” she mused, admiring her handiwork and crouching down to kiss each mark. He writhed under her touch, but when she gently parted his flesh and licked the puckered opening of his back entrance, he nearly crushed the bedpost with his grip. Well. Charlotte certainly did know everything.

“Fuck,” he swore, roughly. “I’m going to come, Lizzie. If you do that again, I’ll come all over the quilt.”

“I think not,” she said sternly, glad he couldn’t see her teary smile. “You are not allowed to come. Not until I say so. Understand?”

“Yes, Lizzie. I…fuck. Christ.”

Eliza tsked. “Such language in front of your innocent, prim and proper wife. All I did was stroke your balls and cock with my hand. But you were telling me the truth. Your cockhead is already slick with moisture. And yet I’m not done.”

Swish. Crack. Swish. Crack.

The two swift, harsh blows almost landed on top of each other, raising faint welts on the firm flesh of his backside. Grayson cried out her name in a sobbing, guttural voice, his whole body shaking as he visibly fought to remain upright and not slump against the post or onto the bed, to give his cock that last little bit of direct stimulation it needed to push him over the edge into orgasm.

If she were honest, the feeling was mutual. Her nipples were so rigid and swollen the soft leather felt like sack cloth, and her pussy was so wet juices were gathering in the red curls guarding her mound and trickling down her inner thighs.

“Please, Lizzie,” he whispered. “Please, darling, please let me come.”

Nudging his shoulder, she made him turn around and look at her. His face was damp with sweat, his cheeks flushed, his eyes pure emerald fire, burning with need and violent arousal and adoration. “No. You must earn your orgasm, my love, and attend to my breasts and pussy.”

Eliza lay down on the bed, cupping her breasts in her hands, and spreading her thighs. Eagerly, he knelt between them, tugging down the top of the corset until her taut nipples popped out, taking them into his hot mouth and sucking hard. She whimpered, squirming on the soft quilt, knowing in absolute delight that he wouldn’t stop unless she instructed it.

When her nipples were stimulated to that perfect point just below pain, she touched his forehead. Grayson moaned, scrambling farther down the bed so he could have direct access to her soaking wet pussy. Burying his face between her legs, he licked her slit, lapped at her clit, then shoved his tongue deep inside her. At one point he even mimicked her action and rubbed his tongue over her back entrance, making her shout his name as jolts of ecstasy raced from one acute pleasure point to the next.

But she couldn’t wait any longer. Again, she touched his forehead, and he halted.

“Lizzie?”

“I want you. Now,” she said throatily. “Hard and deep.”

Grayson nodded, his smile an endearing mixture of lust and love and pure relief. Carefully, he fitted his cock to her pussy entrance, paused for the tiniest moment, then thrust home.

“Yes. More. Give me more,” she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist, one hand on his shoulder and one threaded through his hair, gripping and scratching and tugging him as he plunged and withdrew over and over, gasping her name like a prayer.

All too soon her inner muscles tightened, clamping down on his cock as she reached the edge and hurtled over it, screaming and screaming as the most violent, prolonged climax of her life surged through her body. Seconds later he joined her, bucking and writhing as he came, long, hard gushes of seed filling her to overflowing.

He collapsed on top of her and she welcomed his weight and bulk, stroking his neck and crooning nonsense words of appreciation and praise in his ear.

Eventually he lifted his head, blinking at her like he’d finally woken from the longest sleep. “Eliza. That was…my God. How did you know?”

If she’d had the energy, she might have laughed. “Education is key. I took lessons.”

“Lessons in using a cane?”

“Amongst other things.”