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“Just your hands above you head, so these will stretch out nicely.” He ran his fingers along her shoulders, taking down the straps of her teddy. He glided over the unveiled mounds, and the pink aureoles and the buds at the end. “Just some rope about your wrists,” he assured her having miraculously produced a silken drapery cord. He looped it about her wrists so it fit snug, though it didn’t cut into the flesh.
“Lie down, darling,” he said, guiding her to the bed. She lay back to find her arms secur
ed above her to the headboard of the bed. His hands along her stretched torso whisked off her remaining clothes so she was utterly naked. Her white skin glowed in the soft overhead light. Leaning over her groin, Ian tenderly stroked her flesh, then allowed his hands to slip behind her where he could grab her bottom and lift it to his face. He pinched the swollen center bud and heard her gasp, the audible cry a soprano melody, building in volume as the pressure on that intimate spot turned painful. “Ian…” she softly murmured. “Ian, please no…”
“Then let me suck perhaps,” he offered. His mouth took its turn adding to the mounting rawness of sensation there.
“Ah, ah, yes. Oooo yes, so sweet,” the gibberish went on.
While his one hand kneaded her ass from behind and his lips and tongue made a feast of her juices, she was ready to climax.
“Ah, not so fast,” he said abruptly withdrawing. “Not before I have my own.”
“Oh, no Ian!” she moaned unhappily. “You’re horrible.”
“That I am, my pet.”
It was like him to be condescending, making love to her as if she’d never been made love to before. He assumed there was no other lover that could match his ability. That was almost true.
He turned her on her stomach, only to have her sex making love to the sheets beneath her. From just squirming against them she might have cum, except that he pounced on her behind. “What have we here,” he said. “You’ve been holding out on me?”
“Holding out?” She wondered what he meant. Then she remembered that he was seeing the marks of her last session with Reggie. He’d come to her the night before he left on business and made several nasty cuts with a cane on her behind. It had been another of many testy evenings since that first one after the leather shop. The same impasse and the same argument ensued between them. The same solution followed—all some form of her relinquishing her bottom to her husband’s dominant sexual whims. Considering how much she enjoyed the violations, Jocelyn had the feeling it was simply the best way, perhaps the only way, they could keep their affection for each other alive until the cause of their battle was finally resolved.
“You have marks,” Ian seemed pleased. “Someone’s been bruising your behind. By the looks of it, this was done with a cane. Expertly too.” Ian was rarely impressed, though he seemed so now. His thorough inspection covered every inch of her rear, including the clenched cleft which he forced apart so he could see just how nasty this dominant had been.
“Your husband?” he wondered.
“Who else?” she asked.
“No other lovers?” he wondered.
She wasn’t about to explain her lifestyle to him, about Alexandra or the times that Reggie gave her away. Those times had been rare, but they were moments she could hardly forget. Regardless, they would not be a subject of conversation with the very man who’d use each detail about her life against her.
“I would have never guessed that you, my feminist femme fatale, would submit. But how convenient,” he said completely delighted with this information.
“Convenient, nothing,” her protest came out vehement. “You said you wanted my juicy hole, Ian. Please take that, it’s yours.”
She could see the grin on his face without having to see it with her eyes.
“Ah, too sore for more punishment,” he concluded with one last longing glance at her marred behind. “But how tempting.”
“Ian please.” With him backing away, she managed to propel herself onto her back again, only to find the man eager to spread her legs apart and tie her by the ankles to the bottom of the bed. Not risking another protest—which might be much too loud in this room above the lazy restaurant below—Ian stripped himself of his clothes and shoved his erection into the soothing warmth of Jocelyn’s inner master. And how her cunt became alive with him there. Despite the way Ian had pinned her to the bed, she bucked against him, her inner muscles squeezed tightly, and her pussy seemed to press itself into his groin as if somehow she could grab her orgasm away from him.
Ian held himself above her as his cock toyed with her for a long while. He watched the long build-up affect the expression on her face. How it made her cheeks flush, her lips purr, her eyes darken with the green turning verdant like a sun-starved forest in the middle of a storm. Yet when she climaxed, her eyes were closed, her hips six inches off the bed, and her back was arched as though she was offering up her belly and breasts to the gods. With his cock still erect inside the gushing fountain between her legs, he was content to wait until her spasms were nearly over before forcing her body back against the bed and pummeling her to his own end.
“Ah, you are a feast, my darling,” he vowed, as he withdrew from her.
He always vowed eternal love, even when the sentiment was suspect coming from a man who knew nothing but physical passion and how to brutalize a woman’s emotions.
“Untie me, Ian,” she ordered him. The reality of the last hour suddenly gripped her painfully.
“I really shouldn’t,” he answered, looking at her sweaty nakedness glowing prettily in the mellow light. “I should probably report this to your husband, have him find you here. Watch how he punishes you for your disobedience.”
“He’s not that easily led,” Jocelyn assured him.
“I bet not,” he agreed. “In fact, I bet he’s the cool type. Incredibly handsome, chilling in his domination and occasionally warm when it suits his fancy to be congenial.”
Jocelyn had no intention of letting Ian know how close he was to the truth. She remained expressionless while she waited for him to untie her. “Please, Ian, the ropes,” she prompted him.
