She did. He tasted different than Scott, but not in a bad way. Similar, but different enough she knew she’d be able to tell the difference.
Only then did the full ramifications of what he’d said really start to sink in. What she’d agreed to.
Frankly, it made her even hornier.
He pulled her up and off the couch, one hand still in her hair, and led her to the master bedroom. She’d made a point of not going in there once Keith had moved in, and it was strange to see it now.
He led her over to the end of the bed and bent her over it. “Hands on the bed,” he said. “And don’t move.”
She did, the hand disappearing from her hair. She didn’t know if it was just that the alcohol had worn off, or she was so fricking horny now she couldn’t see straight, but her senses felt sharp, alive, her clit on fire.
She heard him open a dresser drawer and rummage around, then the sound of him going into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and she realized he was now completely naked. He reached around her and unfastened her shorts, pushing them and her panties down her hips.
He tapped her right leg for her to raise it, then her left, as he stripped the clothes off her. Her shirt and bra next, him not saying anything as he tapped first one arm, then the other, as he peeled them off, too.
Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she knew if he reached between her legs, he’d find her pussy soaking wet.
He pressed his body against hers. “You have any dildos in your bedroom? Any vibrators?”
“Yes, Sir. Bedside table.”
“Good. Stay here. Do not move.” He delivered a light bare-handed swat to her ass for punctuation and she didn’t look over her shoulder as she heard him open the door and leave the room.
He returned a moment later, and she realized he had brought all three from her drawer.
He spread out a towel on the bed under her, then pushed her down onto it, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed.
“Hands stay flat on the bed,” he ordered.
She felt him buckling leather cuffs around her wrists, then he buckled a collar around her neck, and cuffs around her ankles, too. A moment later, she felt him nudge her legs wider apart, wider still, then realized he was tying the ankle cuffs to the bed legs. One final tug on each rope, and she was spread and vulnerable to him.
He leaned over her again, body pressed against hers. “Last chance to say no,” he said. “Tell me red, this stops. Otherwise, you’re along for the ride.”
She took a deep breath. “Green, Sir. Don’t stop.”
Then he whispered two words into her left ear that nearly made her come right then.
“Good girl.”
He stepped away again for a minute. Then he returned, straddling her body on the bed, but facing her ass. He raked his nails up the backs of her thighs, over her ass, down again. Harder, harder still, making her shiver and tremble in anticipation and lust.
Then the smack, both hands at the same time on her ass cheeks. He settled his weight on her as he started spanking her, hard, fast, making her cry out and squirm and understanding now why he was sitting on her.
But she wouldn’t safeword. No way in hell. If Scott could take it, she’d show Keith she could take even more and keep taking it, longer, better, harder.
No matter what.
After a few minutes, he switched to something else—she suspected a riding crop—and started on her again. Lightly at first, soon moving up into hard strokes she knew would leave welts and marks all over her ass, if what she’d done to Scott in the past with a similar implement was any indication.
Finally, Keith stopped. He sat up and swung off of her, stepping behind her, his fingers exploring between her legs.
“Oh, look at that. I don’t even need to hunt for that clit, do I?” His fingers rolled it, squeezing it until she cried out and he relented, rolling it more, making her moan.
“Look how wet you are, baby. Such a good girl, getting wet from a spanking. Did you know Scott gets a fucking hard-on if he sees me get a cane out of the closet? Practically begs me for a beating. Because I always fuck him after. You want me to train you to get wet from a spanking?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her nipples rubbed against the towel under her, making it even more torturous in the good way.
He slid one, then two fingers inside her pussy, slowly fucking her with them before working a third in and making her moan. “You’re going to need better dildos than those, baby,” he said. “Those aren’t as big as I am. We need to get you a bigger one.”
His fingers disappeared from her pussy but he lightly smacked her pussy with his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump.
“I’m a sadist, and I’m not going to deny it.” He started fucking her with three fingers again, pulling a moan out of her. “You think you can keep up with me, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s see how you feel after the next two days together.” He pulled his hand from her pussy, reaching around to her head and pressing his fingers against her lips. She opened, sucking his fingers clean and wishing like hell Scott had taken control of her like this from the very beginning of their marriage.
This was no longer about her versus Keith. She’d left that in the dust.
This was about her putting her foot down and ending her cycle of reacting and bouncing around. This was her taking charge.
So to speak.
“Push up on your arms,” he ordered.
She did, closing her eyes as his hands cupped her breasts, rough fingers zeroing in on her nipples, pulling, rolling, teasing, making her moan even louder.
“Yeah, you like that now.” His hands disappeared, then returned as sharp, biting pain hit her nipples, making her cry out.
“Those are just nipple clamps,” he whispered in her ear as the pain quickly settled into a dull, throbbing tug on her nipples. “Just imagine what it’s going to feel like getting them pierced, nice rings in them like Scott has.”
He gently tugged on what she realized was a chain connecting the two nipple clamps together, making her cry out again even as her clit screamed for relief.
“Yeah, keep making those noises,” he said. “It just hardens my cock. Now I suggest you get comfy and figure out how to prop yourself up on your elbows or that’ll get painful fast.”
She readjusted herself, made difficult by her legs being tied so far apart, but finally wedged her elbows under her so her nipples and the clamps weren’t dragging along the bed. But now the nipple clamps and chain were swinging, tugging on her nipples and adding to her pleasant misery.
He stepped behind her again and after a moment, she felt a gloved, lubed finger begin probing her virgin ass. No, Scott hadn’t done any ass play on her. It hadn’t been something she’d been interested in, although had Scott really wanted to, she would have let him.
She heard one of the vibrators click to life and start humming. A moment later, Keith was sliding it into her pussy, making her moan.
“That’s it. Don’t come yet. You come before I tell you to, you’ll get spanked even harder than I just did. I’ll use a cane on your ass. No more masturbating for you, either. You want to come without me making you come, you ask me for permission first. No more fucking Scott whenever you want, either. I control all of that now, and you come to me first. Got it?”
“Yes…Sir…” Thinking, much less talking, was difficult.
“Good girl.”
Fuck. Those two damn words. The tone he said them in.
For a gay man, he sure had drilled right through to some secret center of her brain.
He slowly worked one lubed finger into her ass even as he slowly fucked her pussy with the vibrator. Her head dropped, her body beyond her control as she tried to rock her hips against his hands and urge him faster, urge him to get her off.
“I said I’m driving,” he told her. “When you come, it’s going to be with my cock deep in your ass. Bareback. The first load of cum that christens you there will be mine. In fact, I might not ever let Scott fuck your ass.”