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“Oh God. That’s it!” Brianna had lost track of time as she was tied immobile to their new spanking bench. She was on the receiving end of a fiery paddling from her loving husband. The punishing strokes, delivered with Markus’s old fraternity paddle, had been varied in pace and strength. He played her body like a musical instrument, taking Brianna to high highs, ready to spill into a powerful orgasm, before bringing her back down again, forcing her to wait for the elusive high she’d been chasing.
Markus was careful to remind her that tonight was not about punishment. In fact, she’d been an exceptionally good girl this week. Even in her sex-hazed mental state, Brianna recognized how lucky she was that her husband was experienced in the BDSM lifestyle. He may have been slow to recognize her desperate need for his strict physical discipline, but he was making up for lost time.
They’d spent every evening this week trying out the array of sexual wonders their new dungeon held. Every night, Brianna left the room snuggled in Markus’s arms as he carried her naked, back to their bedroom—her body properly punished and sated, her mind at peace, and her heart more in love with her husband than the night before. She had never been happier.
Crack!
His next strike brought her back to the present. Her groan betrayed how close she was to coming. She pushed the urge down.
“Brianna. You’re fighting it. You’re not ready for it to end yet, my little pain slut?”
How could he have known? No verbal answer was required. She couldn’t form words if she had to. The pain was all consuming. The flaming burn across her entire ass and upper thighs had a direct line to her sexual core. Her breath was shallow as she struggled to stave off her orgasm as long as possible. It got harder when Markus cupped her left breast in his large hand, squeezing it painfully tight before pinching her nipple with what felt like all his strength just as his right hand brought the heavy paddle down, perfectly centered on the sensitive sit-spots of both legs.
That was the one. The strike that pushed her over the edge of the cliff, free-falling into the kind of orgasm she could only achieve through pain. The kind of orgasm so addictive, she’d been stupid enough to risk her marriage in search of it weeks before. As she gasped for breath, Bri realized how lucky she was to have her husband delivering her drug of choice.
When she felt his steel-hard cock pierce her dripping pussy in one powerful insertion, she was reminded that Markus was getting something out of this arrangement, too. They’d never had better sex than these last few weeks. Gone was the gentle lovemaking she’d grown impatient with. She hoped it would return in small doses at some time in the future, but for now, she was more than happy to have her husband fuck her with abandon after their nightly exploration into pain and pleasure.
Markus stood behind her as she was bent over, secured tightly by leather straps to the spanking bench. The furniture had padded ledges for her knees. The whole device was adjustable and tonight, he had splayed her legs as wide apart as the apparatus would allow. Bri felt her wetness as their bodies slammed together. Each connection of his body against her flaming skin renewed the pain of her spanking, bringing her close to another orgasm within a short minute.
His grunts, as he pistoned her, only added to her excitement. “Oh God. Markus! More!”
His thrusts stilled. He remained buried deep in her folds, leaning over her back to speak deceivingly softly in her ear. “That’s a naughty girl. What’s my name when we’re in this room?”
Oh, God. She really had forgotten in the heat of the moment.
“I’m so sorry, Master, sir.”
Markustsked in a playful tone. Still, the punishment for her misstep was pure torture for Brianna. Slipping out of her hot folds, he stepped away from her body to walk to the front of the bench.
Brianna’s head was being supported by a chin rest that was perfectly placed to hold her head up and facing forward. Until Markus had stepped in front of her, she had a perfect view of the scene in the full floor-to-ceiling mirror covering one whole wall of the dungeon. Instead of their reflection, she now caught a glimpse of her husband’s glistening cock before he placed the tip against her lips, plunging forward to impale himself down her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She struggled to accommodate his cock as phlegm coated her throat and tears spilled from her eyes.
The taste of her essence was all-consuming as he fucked her mouth, slow and deep. As much as she loved sucking her husband off, Brianna recognized this for what it was: a tangible correction for her misstep in addressing him. Markus had discovered that, unlike when being ridden hard in her pussy and ass, Brianna had yet to figure out how to convince her body to orgasm while being fucked down her throat. While she did love sucking his manhood, she hated when Markus wasted a perfectly good load of hot cum down her throat when he could be depositing it deep in her other holes, instead.
His thrusts were coming faster as he grabbed hold of her hair, helping to immobilize her completely, putting his thrusting cock in complete control of the depth and pace of her facial fucking. She could feel the telltale signs her husband was about to shoot white ropes of jizz when he abruptly pulled away from her body, leaving her gasping for fresh air while he resumed his place behind her.
His final ride to orgasm was hard and fast. Her eyes were watering from the skull fucking. She blinked away the tears, bringing the picture of her husband’s abandoned pleasure clearly into focus in the reflection of the mirror. They made the perfect picture of Dominance and submission as their eyes locked in the mirror.
“That’s it, my little pain slut.”
Rapture was cresting. Brianna closed her eyes, only to be barked at. “Open those eyes. Always open. Always ready to show me your pleasure and pain.”
It was hard, but she managed to keep her eyes on her husband as joint pleasure consumed them. Her pussy was wonderfully sore as Markus remained balls-deep, leaning over her trapped body to tweak her nipples as they enjoyed this post-fuck intimacy.
Minutes later, he was lifting her in his arms to carry her to their master bedroom two stories above. They’d leave their Master/slave personas here, replaced with their loving husband/wife roles. They often took a long shower or soaking bath together before bed, but tonight, Markus pulled back the bedspread to tuck Brianna between the cool sheets. She hadn’t realized how tired she was.
“You stay here, sweetheart. I’ll get a warm, wet cloth to wash you and then we’ll snuggle.”
Her eyes were already closed. “Hmm-mm. I love you.”
He kissed her forehead. “I love you more, Brianna.”
* * *
Markus
Markus was preparing the warm cloth for his wife when his cell phone rang. It was Lukus’s ring tone.
This can’t be good at this hour.
