At Her Husband's Command (10 page)

Melody shook her head and stared at the surface of the water.

“Sub,” he said, his voice low and daring to be disobeyed. “Tell me.”

Melody couldn’t bring herself to say it. Did she want to know what fun Ivor had enjoyed with Lottie? Had he come on her tits? Used the wand on her? Tied her up and paddled her, flogged her, spanked her flesh-on-flesh?

“I should have stayed. Not fallen asleep. I was rude to our guests,” she managed, hoping that would satisfy Ivor’s curiosity as to what was wrong with her.

“But I gave you permission to rest. I wrapped you up, left you asleep. It pleased me to see you satisfied and exhausted after our fantasy had been realised.”

She nodded but couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Melody.” He slipped his hands over her ears, his fingers slotting into her hair. He turned her to face him. “Look at me.”

She did. A shard of alarm went through her. He knew her too well. He’d be able to see what was playing on her mind.

“You have a question for me, don’t you?”

She swallowed.

“Don’t you?”

She did, but the words were heavy on her tongue, they wouldn’t come out.

“Shall I upend you over my knee and spank it out of you?”

“No, no, Sir.” She shook her head. She needed to be looking at him when they had this conversation. She needed to see his expression, his eyes.

“So tell me.”

“Lottie,” she blurted.

“What about Lottie?” His voice was a low rumble. Almost a growl.

“Did you? Did she…?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Go on.”

She shook her head and looked away. She couldn’t do it. Her question would show that she doubted his love and desire of her, and she knew that would make him angry. Even though she didn’t want jealousy to be part of her makeup.

He slipped his right hand down her neck and hooked it beneath her collar. Jerked her closer to him. “You are mine and I order you to tell me what is on your mind about Lottie.”

“But you’ll be angry, Sir.”

“And so you will bear my anger.”

“Perhaps it is best our visitors go home first.” She glanced at the door.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Ivor shook his head. “You really think something happened between me and Lottie… that I fucked her?”

“No, no, I know you’d never do that.”

“Of course I wouldn’t. We have a deal. Play, not fuck.”

“Yes. I believe you.”

He released her and stood, pressed his hands on his hips. “But you think I feel something for her?”

“No. Yes. No.” She shut her eyes and hugged her arms around her waist. She didn’t even know herself anymore. All she could see was pretty, cute, submissive Lottie smiling at her husband and being offered forward, like a sweet dessert. “How could you not? She’s gorgeous and youthful and eager to please. Her master is also keen for you to accept his arrival into the club. She’s yours if you want her.”

Ivor’s mouth hung slack for a moment, then he snapped it shut. “I will see our guests out, then, sub, we will discuss this further.” The way he said the word
sub
left her in no doubt that she’d enraged him.

More than enraged him. He was furious.

“Yes, Sir.” A tremble traced its way over her skin.

“So get out of that robe. You need to be naked for this.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He turned and strode across the kitchen, his shoes clicking on the hard floor.

Melody stood and allowed the soft fabric to slip down her arms. The robe bunched on the floor, a black puddle at her feet, and she left it there as she stared at her reflection in the window. The yard was in darkness, the moon’s light just touching the roofs of the stable and sty. She could see herself clearly. Her hair messy, her eyes wide, and her breasts heavier than they had been when she and Ivor had married. Her nipples were bigger too; their youthfulness had gone. Slipping her hands over her waist, she felt the flare of her hips. Contentment had added a few pounds but she was still shapely, still able to wear what she wanted without concern.

She frowned. She knew she should have more confidence in herself, and in Ivor’s love for her. But it was hard when there were other beauties on offer to him. And when her husband’s kinks and hefty sexual appetite were a job in themselves to keep up with.

Voices travelled into the kitchen from the hallway. The sound of shoes, soothing murmurs, then the front door clicking shut.

Melody pulled in a deep breath. They were alone in the house.

It was just her and her master.

“Come here, sub,” Ivor called, tension in his voice.

This was it. Nowhere to hide. She’d have to come clean about the demons that haunted her.

He wouldn’t be pleased.

When she reached the hallway it was empty. But the living room door was ajar, the glow of the fire spilling onto the floor.

Melody peered around it.

Ivor was at the hearth, poking a fresh log into position.

“Come in.” He didn’t look at her.

She did as instructed, then watched as he released the buttons on his sleeves and rolled his cuffs up, two turns, each arm. He then sat on the sofa, knees apart and rested his hands on his thighs.

“Kneel,” he said, indicating the space between his feet.

Melody rushed to obey. She knew she was in for a punishment, but perhaps if she was quick to do as instructed he’d lighten her treatment.

Knees bent beneath her, she clasped her hands on her lap.

“So,” he said. “Lottie has now gone from our home. She, thankfully—as well as our other guests—is unaware of the disrespectful thoughts you’ve had.”

“I’m glad, Sir. They don’t know, that is.”

“Yes. Your punishment would be much worse if they knew. If you’d let that nasty green-eyed monster of yours surface for them all to see.”

Melody bit back a sob. Yes. He knew her so well. Her monster was well and truly parked in the room with them. Not only that, he was chuckling with glee that he’d gotten Melody into so much trouble with her master.

Damn that monster.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Really I am.”

He tipped forward and cupped her chin. “And what exactly are you sorry for?”

“For thinking that you and Lottie had fucked.”

“We didn’t.” He frowned. “You must know that.”

“Yes, I do know that, it’s just my imagination…”

“Runs riot.”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“So you want to know what happened? So you can stop imagining?”

“Yes.” She paused. “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Nothing happened with me and Lottie.”

It didn’t.

“I see.” Relief washed through her. But what exactly did he mean by nothing?

“And by nothing I mean really, nothing. When I came back downstairs she was in her master’s arms, clearly high on endorphins and completely spent. Rupert carried her upstairs to bed, and that was all I saw of her, barely any more than you did.” He paused. “Which suited me fine. I have no interest in her.”

“But how could you not?”

“Because I’m in love with you.” A muscle danced in his cheek as the shadows of the fire flickered over his features. “Aren’t I?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“But you doubted that?”

“No, Sir. I didn’t. I just…”

“Just what?”

“Just wondered if you’d want to sate your needs with a younger model.”

He laughed. A great big guffaw that made Melody startle. “A younger model. I don’t think of women as cars, you know.”

“I know that.” She felt foolish now for saying it.

His face became serious again. “We’ll leave the club if this is how it makes you feel, Melody.”

“No. No, I don’t want that.” And she didn’t. Really she didn’t. Club nights were sexy fun and she knew Ivor enjoyed them and looked forward to them as much as she did.

“It sounds to me like you do,” he said.

“No. I love the Kink Club, you know I do. I guess tonight I just felt like I’d missed out. Not that I didn’t love what we did, I just didn’t get to see what everyone else did.”

“You mean what
I
did.”

She glanced away. “I guess.”

“Imagination really is a bitch, huh?”

“Yes. I’ve always been there in the past. At your side, playing with you. Tonight you went off and played without me.” She pouted. Actually pouted. When had she last done that? She had no idea but she couldn’t help it.

He pressed the pad of his thumb over her lips and swiped to the left, as if removing the pout. “I’m sorry if that upset you.”

“I didn’t think it would.”

“But it has so it won’t happen again. We’ll always be together at future meetings.”

Melody wrung her hands together. “Okay, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“And for your information I didn’t come again. I helped Kyle with some rope work on Tia and then took photographs of her with her master and with Rupert in the playroom.” He paused. “You’d more than satisfied me. I entertained our guests as they found release, but I had no further desires.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“You have a right to know.” He paused. “As my wife, not as my sub. You have a right to know what I’ve done sexually.”

“I’m not sure if I do, but I appreciate you telling me.”

“Yes, you do.” Suddenly she was on his lap, his hands hooked beneath her arms. “I will tell you anything you need to know. Give you anything and everything you need, today, tomorrow, and forever. You own my love, my heart, my future.” He paused, emotion flashing in his eyes. “I love you with every breath I take, you and only you. The club is about kink and sex, not being with your soul mate. Us, together, as a loving couple, that’s different to all of this.”

She felt her eyes brim with tears. She’d upset him with her doubts, and that in turn upset her.

“I told you earlier this evening that you must never doubt my love for you,” he said, “but you disobeyed and you did doubt it.”

“I’m so sorry.” A tear over spilt and trickled down her left cheek.

Ivor swiped it away with his thumb. “Tears won’t save you.” He spoke softly but she had no doubt that her penance would be severe.

“I know.”

“You must be punished for your lack of belief in my love.”

“Yes, Sir. Please forgive me, Sir.”

“So say it.”

She swallowed tightly. “I know you love me and only me, Sir.”

“Say it again.”

“I know you love me and only me, Sir.”

“Again.”

“I know you love me and only me, Sir.”

“Now set yourself over my lap.” He rubbed his hands together. “Now.”

She rushed to do as he’d asked, her arse tingling already. It was still smarting from earlier, the skin still hot, but he’d show no mercy for that. She’d been a bad submissive and now she’d pay the price.

He scooped her hair into a ponytail and settled her so her breasts were comfortable on the cushions and her buttocks in the right position. “You’re still sore from the board?” He ran his hand over her arse cheeks.

“Yes, Sir.”

“You know I won’t take that into consideration. Your crime doesn’t deserve that.”

“I know, Sir.”

He hit down, hard. One strike on each buttock.

Melody cried out. She hadn’t expected him to start so soon.

“Say it again…”

“What?” She screwed up her eyes as white-hot pain darted across her skin.

“That I love you.”

“I know you love me, Sir.”

“And do you love me?”

“Yes, you know I do. More than life itself.”

Another hit, then another. More than she could count. She writhed and wriggled. He didn’t let up. He kept a firm hold of her hair and when she started to slip toward his knees, he dragged her back onto his lap. “Take it. Take it all.”

“Oh, God, Sir, please…”

“We’ll beat that goddamn monster out of you.”

The pain was a blur, each slap coming hard and fast, over her arse and the tops of her thighs, which hurt like hell.

She wanted to cry and wail. But part of her wanted to take her punishment bravely. She’d upset her master, her lover, her husband and so she should pay the price. Perhaps he’d be proud of her if she did.

On and on he went. She bucked away from the pain. Her pussy wept, the way it always did during a spanking. Her skin was hot and cold, goosebumps attacked her.

She stared straight ahead, numbness setting in; his hold on her hair had made her scalp burn. She stopped thrashing and twisting, and allowed the heat of his palms to scare that monster away. This was how much he loved her. This spanking, which was off the scale intense, was letting her know how deep his passion and adoration of her went.

Suddenly he stopped.

She blew out a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding.

Dizzy and panting, she turned to look at him. But she’d barely glanced at his face and he was over her, his chest pressed to her back as he pushed her into the sofa’s soft cushions.

His cock was at her pussy.

In one fast lunge he entered her. “Ah, fuck, yeah…” He settled his mouth at her ear. “You feel that?”

“Yes, oh… yes.”

“That’s only for you. I’ll only ever love you, want to fuck you. Only… you…”

“Yes… Sir.”

“You have to believe me.”

“I do. I do.” She strained to connect her lips to his.

He slicked his tongue into her mouth.

“Don’t cry,” he said.

“I’m not.” But she was. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her throat tight.

“Melody.” He withdrew, pushed back in, his body scraping against her poor abused buttocks. “Don’t cry. There’s only joy between us.”

“I know. And I’m so sorry I doubted that.” She braced for his next powerful lunge into her.

“But you won’t again.”

“No, never. I promise.”

“Good, because if you do, you’ll find out that spanking was just a warm-up.”

He set up a wild, animalistic rhythm. Pulling out, pounding in.

Melody let him rule her body. A climax was building. One that was deep and powerful and would well and truly chase her demons away. A love as strong and solid as hers and Ivor’s couldn’t be cracked. Its foundations wouldn’t be rocked by kink and games and other couples. They were meant to be. Compatible beyond anything she could ever have imagined.