She heard footsteps drawing close, then her husband spoke. “You’re awake.”
For the first time in their marriage, Jim’s voice struck terror in her heart. It wasn’t the tone. It was the fact he’d done this to her, and she had no idea why.
The affair, she thought. He must know. Dear god, and he’s flipped his lid.
His rough, broad hand touched her arm. “How do you feel?”
“My head…hurts.” She went to put a hand on her brow, feeling frustration when she couldn’t. “My throat’s dry.”
“I’m sorry. Would you like some water?”
He held a glass up to her lips before she could answer, slowly tipping it against her lips. She drank, giving a grunt to let him know when she was finished. “Why’re you doing this to me?” She was alarmed by the severe shake in her voice. “Is it about the affair?”
She heard him heave a big sigh. “No, no… it’s not about the affair.”
“So, you knew.” Her fear kicked up a notch.
“I suspected, but I didn’t know until just now.” His words were laced with hurt. “Why, Tara? Why didn’t you tell me?”
She took a deep breath, tried to quell her panic. “I don’t know, Jim. Because … because I thought I’d lost you.” No time like the present to be honest, she figured. “We’d grown so far apart this last year… I even thought you were having an affair of your own. Daniel was just there at the right time. Or wrong time, really. He became a shoulder. I tried to talk to you about our relationship. Remember? Tried to get back inside, but you always seemed so busy. I figured you wanted a divorce but didn’t want to hurt me.”
His wide palm caressed her cheek, and his tenderness further shaved the edge off her anxiety. “Oh, darling, I am so sorry. We’ve been silly, haven’t we? I thought you were leaving me for a younger man-”
She snorted laughter at this. “Daniel? No, no worries there, sweetie. I don’t know what I was thinking. And, to be truthful, he’s being a pain in the ass about breaking it off.”
She felt his hand stiffen slightly. “Want me to talk to him?”
She grinned, love flooding her chest at his protective streak. “Let’s wait until we get back home to talk about that. Can we?” Then her focus went back to her current helpless state. “Now, ummm, exactly what are you doing to me?”
His chuckle was deep and sexy, and a bit bashful, too. “You don’t remember the game?”
“Game? What game?”
His soft lips glided across her cheek and came to rest close to her ear. “The one you always wanted to play when we were first married. You used to beg me to tie you up and ravish you, as you put it. Used to tell me to take you unaware. You had this role playing fantasy about being kidnapped by a big guy and having him pleasure you while you were helpless. I was never too comfy with it, but seeing as how I thought you were leaving me, well…I thought if I gave you this, maybe, maybe it would be a last gift or save our marriage. I just wanted to please you. Sorry if I terrified you instead.”
Then the memory surfaced, and she cursed herself for being a fool. Of course. Jim would never hurt her. He was a gentle giant. Always had been, and always would be.
Ever since she first laid eyes on a gargantuan wrestler in her mid-teens, she’d had a preference for giants, as she’d come to think of these men. There was something about a wall of towering, muscled flesh that turned her on. And if the guy was a kind, gentle person in contrast to his powerful size, it only enticed her all the more. But, at the same time, the fact he had the power packed in his large body to be a force few wanted to reckon with intrigued her greatly. She confessed to Jim that she had a fantasy she wanted to role play with him. One where he was a forceful, lusty giant who captured her, bound and blindfolded her, and took her up to their cabin in the woods. There she would submit to him completely, and he could pleasure her in any way he wished.
“Here, let me untie you.” Jim’s voice cut through her reminiscing.
“Wait.” She stopped him. “Not yet. We did come here to play the game, didn’t we?” She gave him a wide smile.
***
For part one of the game, she told him what she wanted, and he changed the manacles on her wrists and arms before leading her outside. These cuffs were joined together by thinner pieces of chain. Her hands were now bound behind her back, and the short length of chain between the ankle bracelets made it difficult to walk. He took her by one arm and helped her through the door of the cabin.
Cool mountain air kissed her arms, slithered down her back, made her exposed cunt tingle and pulse. She wanted this first session to take place outside because she welcomed the added sensation-the smells of the forest, the sounds, and the touch of a breeze.
Jim told her to “Stand still,” and she did so, while he attached nipple clamps and a clamp at her clit. The one he fastened to her clitoris had a long wire running from it, which tickled her inner thigh as he stood and moved a short distance away. As he did so, he hit the speed control attached to this wire, and a gentle buzzing zipped through her clit.
“Uh-uh,” he scolded, when she reacted to the stimuli. “Don’t move a muscle. You can’t move or make a sound. You can’t come until I tell you to.”
This was going to be harder than she thought, but she welcomed the challenge.
He tugged on the nipple clamps and she bit back a moan, hissing air between her teeth instead.
“That still counts as sound.” The tension on the clamps ceased. The vibration left her pussy, and she filled with disappointment. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and stay still, stay quiet?”
She merely nodded, letting her gasp stay internal as the vibration returned to her clit, and he yanked on the chain coming from the nipple clamps once more.
His broad, rough palms encircled her upper thighs as he knelt in front of her. “Now, the pleasure’s about to get pretty intense. Are you ready? Nod if you understand.”
She did so, clenching her gut and ass in anticipation of what would come next.
He spread her damp slit with two fingers, then his tongue thoroughly traced between her slick folds. He poked the wet tip in and out her pussy hole. With his other hand, he pinched and tugged on the clit clamp.
She grit her teeth so hard they squeaked as they ground against one another. When he upped the speed on the clit clamp, she had to take a long, deep breath to stop herself from crying out in bliss. The assault of sensation between her legs was sublime, but not being able to react to it was sheer, delectable torture. This was more than a game of ecstasy. It was a game of mind over matter, and her need for discipline in this moment, the element of denial, only made the erotic enjoyment that much more intense.
When he nudged the tip of a thick dong up her now dripping cunt, she was caught by surprise. She let out a gasp and then a high pitched moan. The dong left her cunt and she felt her mouth draw down in a pout.
“That was very bad, Tara.” He slapped her ass with the head of the dong. “Now you have to wait ten minutes before I get back to pleasuring you.”
And he made her wait every agonizing second. Before his hands left her body, he turned the clit stimulator up to full speed. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop from crying out. The muscles in her legs trembled lightly, as did the ones in her arms. Her stomach held tight as her groin absorbed sensation and she waited, eagerly, for more.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said, as his hands returned to her body.
She tried not to sigh as his strong grip urged her thighs farther apart. Tried not to thrust her hips as the tip of the dong once more nudged its way into her throbbing cunt.
“You have to stand the whole time I fuck you with this,” he growled out the command. “And, remember, you can’t come until I tell you to.”