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“No what?” he barked.
Indecision danced in her eyes until she answered with a quiet, “No, Sir.”
“Very good. This time, I want you to put your hands on top of your head. I want to see every inch of the body that is now completely mine to do with as I please.”
He’d known she was out of practice, so he wasn’t surprised when a last lick of defiance flashed in her eyes just before she pushed it down, replacing it with the soft acquiescence of her submission. Just like he’d taught her when showing her off in the past at The Pit, Tiffany stood tall, her hands on top of her head, her pert breasts pressed out proudly. It was the perfect slave display pose.
She remained still, allowing him to feed her in amicable silence over the next few minutes. In between her bites of black olives, Italian meats and cheeses, and luscious fruits, Lukus stole a few bites of his own until they’d consumed a good portion of the light meal tray. He ended by offering her a fresh glass of champagne, making sure to dribble some down her chin and bare chest so he could chase the wetness with his own tongue.
To her credit, her hands remained on her head as he sucked her pert nipple into his mouth, taking care to nip her tip with his teeth before repeating on her other side. Her moans of desire were like music to his ears, but he knew every good piece of music needed more than one melody to be perfect. He needed to add a new track… one of her groans of pain that would only enhance both their pleasure.
“Don’t move,” he commanded again as he forced himself to stand back, walking to his carry-on duffle sitting on the floor near their larger suitcases.
He had brought so many toys he couldn’t wait to play with, and while his first choice would be to pull the wooden paddle out to make a bold statement across his wife’s ass, he paced himself by pulling out her favorite flogger instead. After all, this was supposed to be a good-girl funishment, not a true punishment.
Pure lust flashed in her eyes as she glanced down at what he held as he turned back towards her. His sassy sub always fought her internal desire for him to use the harsher implements in his arsenal on her. He had proven to her over and over that he could make her love his leather belt, his wide array of paddles, and even a crop. But the one implement he never needed to convince her to submit to was the flogger. It’s inch-wide, well-worn leather strips never failed to help her fly high in record time, which was why he’d be starting with it tonight.
The long handle felt good in his right hand. The leather was heavy, substantial. He stood behind her, admiring the slight quivers in her naked body as she silently waited for him to begin. He paused until he saw her shoulders soften, releasing some of her tension, before lifting the implement and applying a thudding strap across her milky-white bottom.
Her moan confirmed he was on to something. Strikes two, three, four and five came faster, one after the other. As soon as the implement lay down at his side, Tiffany released a pent-up breath to accompany her longer groan.
Lukus repeated the assault on her bottom two more times before stepping closer to place his palm on her blushing ass cheek. The warmth felt good in his cupped hand. Confident of what he would find, he slipped his hand lower to the juncture between her still-open legs. His digits slipped through her slickness, confirming her body was preparing for his cock.
Ready to move things to the next level, Lukus glanced around the suite again, comtemplating the sitting area and other furniture, finally making up his mind. Taking Tiffany’s elbow from where she was holding her arms obediently above her head, he pulled them into motion, stopping at the long bench at the foot of the bed. Yet it wasn’t the bench he was going for; it was the tall, curved arm rests at either end that had drawn his attention.
Gotta hand it to the owners. This is a great piece of furniture to tie subs down on and have your way with them.
He silently led Tiff to the end, facing the long bench, before pressing on her upper back. He was pleased that despite his wife’s long legs, the armrest was tall enough that she had to almost stand on her tippy toes to place her hips at the top. Once he used his foot to scoot her feet farther and farther apart, Tiff was forced to use only her toes to keep her legs in place.
“Very nice,” he said as he stepped back to admire the sexy picture his wife’s wet pussy made while on display. “Oh, I’m going to like this position. I have a front row seat to enjoy turning your ass, back, and thighs a nice rosy pink. Now… I think you should be a good girl and ask me for your flogging.”
Tiffany’s groan confirmed she still had trouble verbalizing her sexual needs. Truly, it amazed him that after all this time, she could still get embarrassed with him, which—being the asshole he was—he thought was adorable.
“That’s okay, baby. If you can’t ask me for your flogging, then I guess I get to choose the implement of my choice instead. Now, let’s see if I can find the wooden paddle,” he teased as he took a step towards the duffle bag.
“No! Please. Not the paddle. Please, Sir… can you…” She paused, pressing her face into the soft cushion of the bench seat to avoid looking him the eye. She finished her request with muffled words. “Please flog me, Sir.”
Lukus grinned, not that she would see it. Stepping behind and to her left, Lukus got in position and went to town, pelting her back with light licks meant to put Tiffany at ease. She’d told him before she loved how it felt a bit like a massage, and God knew she deserved to release all of the stress of the last few weeks.
After several minutes, he moved lower, letting the leather strips hug her bare ass, his strikes getting stronger, warming her bottom and sit-spot until he was delivering full-strength strokes. Her moaning was steady, with a squeak here and there when a stray stripe struck her particularly hard. He was relentless, driving all traces of anxiety out of her. Taking a quick break to check on her, he grinned when he saw the wetness ready to drip from her pussy onto the nice hotel carpet.
As tempting as it was to unleash his cock from his jeans and drive into her, he resisted. He had other plans first.
Lukus threw the flogger onto the bed and then helped Tiffany regain her feet long enough to pull her around to the front of the bench. It didn’t take much to convince her to fall to her knees considering her legs were wobbly.
“Present,” he ordered, loving watching her work through her sexual daze to get into position: kneeling with her legs spread wide, ass on heels—back straight—fingers intertwined at the back of her neck—elbows out wide—breasts pressed out proudly.
Christ, she is perfect.
Lukus reached to tweak her nipple, admiring her body until his own need roared. He moved his fingers to his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling the accessory and knowing what the sound did to his submissive, he yanked the well-worn leather through the loops in a fast motion that had the leather flicking in the open air.
Tiffany’s tongue shot out as she licked her lips nervously, concerned he might put the leather to use on her nicely warmed ass. He’d save that for the next day, throwing the belt to the seat of the bench. Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pressing them down his legs. After toeing off his boots, he kicked his pants aside.
His shirt quickly followed onto the pile of clothes on the floor as he caught Tiffany glancing at him, anxiously. Happy to give her a better look, he stepped in front of her, the bulge in his boxer briefs just inches from her face as he slowly lowered the waistband, letting his rock-hard cock spring forward, ready for action.
Lukus nursed his erection slowly with his left hand as he barked, “Eyes.” He adored the lust-filled gaze that turned up towards him from her knees. Making sure they’d be keeping track, he added, “We’ve added your first flogging to our honeymoon accomplishments list. Time now to add your first face fucking. Open wide for me, baby.”
As tempting as hurrying inside her was, Lukus enjoyed the spectacular view of his naked wife, on her knees at his feet, her mouth opened wide and her pink tongue peeking out. She was ready to lick the underside of his shaft, just the way he loved it. He reached to cup both her cheeks in his palms, pulling her body forward as he took a short step forward, placing the engorged head of his erection between her lips. Her tongue got to work, swirling around the tip as he pressed forward another inch.
