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“Bedroom, slut,” I whispered at her ear.
I waited long enough that she would be waiting, wondering, and dreading. And most of all, getting a look at the things I’d laid out for her upon the bed.
Finding her standing, mouth hanging, at the foot of the bed, I walked to her slowly, easing a hand up and down her arm, leaving gooseflesh in its wake.
“Nick…when did you…all of this?” She moved her shocked gaze to mine, twisting to look back at me. “How long were you…into…?”
I shrugged. “Long enough. I worked myself up to it.”
“Why didn’t you…saysomething?”
I smiled ruefully at that. If ever there was a statement that perfectly encapsulated the fucked-up core of our marriage, it was those five words. I decided not to answer her, though. I needed to keep her off balance, and the most important part was yet to come. I pointed to the mattress, where a large mound of pillows awaited at the foot of the bed, surrounded by toys, lubes, paddles, floggers, and a midnight black swatch of satin her gaze seemed to keep coming back to. “Lay over those. Head down, bottom up. I want your legs and feet together. And you’re to stayquietand still as a mouse. Am I clear?”
She hesitated, her mouth working for a second. Then she swallowed, clambering up onto the pillows. I waited patiently, loving every second of watching her beautiful body move, and I made no effort at all to help her or guide her.
Then her body lay still, her form extended in a stunning arc, her broad, plump buttocks uppermost, the cleft just beginning to yawn open, the lush, tender thighs sloping downward, her pretty feet daintily together as ordered. On the other side, her torso was stretched out, the smooth muscles there taut, the vertebrae of her spine nicely displayed along the trough of her back, the twin dimples above her bottom cheeks clearly visible. Her arms reached as far up the mattress as they could, her delicate fingers bunched in the rich softness of the comforter.
I let her lay that way for a minute, perhaps longer, her breathing already starting to take on a slightly quicker cadence. I caressed her everywhere, running my hand from the nape of her neck all the way up to the crest of her bottom, slapping her gently there a few times, luxuriating in the ripple of her soft buttocks, the weight of her smooth, dense flesh begging for me to correct it, to touch it, to enjoy it. Then I coursed both palms down her tender thighs, squeezing her here and there, shushing her as she murmured softly while I gently pinched the vulnerable flesh of her thigh just below her wet and visibly swollen sex. I breathed deeply of her shamed arousal, knowing the sound of me drinking it in would only force her deeper into her spiraling, confusing, contradictory storm of arousal and self-consciousness. Eva knew she was beautiful, but that didn’t shield her from embarrassment at being so blatantly objectified, at the frank and unhurried reveling I displayed in touching her, fondling her, in making her understand that, at least for the next two days, this body—and all the pleasure and pain it could endure—was entirely under my control and direction.
All of it, for my use, for my enjoyment.
Retrieving the satin from the bedspread, I moved up to her head, lifting her chin and turning it so her right cheek lay against the blanket. Her eyes were brilliant, bright with fright and arousal and uncertainty. But nowhere there did I see reproach or true fear.
There was something else there, something I delighted in—pure, animal lust.
I didn’t have to sample the scent of her on the air to know she was very,veryaroused at this point. It was unexpected that she’d react so viscerally, so obviously, but it was a discovery I was most grateful to make.
“Lift your head,” I said, tugging at her hair, the satin dripping from my fist.
“What…is that?”
“Just do as I tell you.” I frowned at her. “I hadn’t planning on spanking you yet, but we can start with that if you’d like to keep this up.”
She complied with alacrity, making me smile. I fastened the satin around her head, ensuring it covered her eyes completely. “Can you see any light?”
“Um…only a tiny bit…at the bottom?” Her breathing was coming much faster now.
“Good enough then.” I longed to learn if she was frightened, or merely aroused at the sensory deprivation. I’d have to question her about it later. “You can lower your head.”
She was positively adorable as she did it, looking this way and that in a vain effort to see something, anything. Finally, she stilled, resting her slightly flushed left cheek upon the comforter once more.
I plucked one of the bottles of lubricant from the bed, sitting down at her feet, wetting my fingers well with the cold, slick gel. “Legs apart, slut.”
When she hesitated, I laid a heavy slap down across her tender thigh and she squealed, “Ahh! Okay! Okay!”
She spread her legs, nicely opening her cleft, presenting her pussy clearly, the dark whorl of her asshole just barely revealed.
Without preamble, I splayed her buttocks with one hand, pausing a moment to look at her anus, now fully exposed. She was blessed with a beautiful bottom hole, dusky and tight. On impulse, I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to it, loving the feel of the soft, vulnerable skin there against my lips. Her scent was much stronger, muskier, but still pleasing. I gave her a slow, soft lick across her anus, then back again, savoring her taste.
She jerked as I did it, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “What’s wrong? Was that so bad?”
Her voice was little more than a murmur. “I…I didn’t think you’d—I don’t know—wantto do… that.”
“I own every part of you, especially this part”—I tapped the very center of her asshole with my fingertip and smiled as it tightened still more—”and I love everything about it. So, you’re going to have to get used to it—at least as long as I have you under my thumb, that is.”
My heart twisted ever so slightly at that, but I pushed that pain away. Time enough to deal with that. Now was my time to enjoy her body and take advantage of my power over her, no matter how ephemeral such power might end up being.
“What… what are you… going to do?” There was real trepidation in her tone, but I wasn’t fooled, the glistening slit of her sex was quite swollen and red now, the glans of her clit, bright and deep pink already, peeking out from beneath its fleshy hood.
