At Her Husband's Command (5 page)

“Yes, Sir.” The change of position had created a new maelstrom of feelings within her. She panted as she adjusted to the bulky size of the plug. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

He moved her to the bed and helped her lie down. She was trembling and turned on, her thoughts on Ivor and what he was going to do with her.

Carefully he pulled her top up and over her breasts, slipped her arms from the thin straps and lifted it over her head. But he didn’t remove it completely. He left the neckline around her brow and the material fanning over her hair and onto the pillow.

“That reminds me of your veil,” he said, studying her.

“And that pleases you?”

“Very much.” He leaned in for a kiss. A long, seductive kiss that calmed her and reminded her of how much she loved him, not just for the awesome sex but for the kind, generous, and strong man that he was.

Eventually he lifted up. He gripped his cock and gave it a couple of firm strokes. “Do you remember what you said when you saw my cock that first time?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“What was it?”

“That I didn’t think it would fit.” She gave a slightly embarrassed giggle as she recalled her naivety. “That was silly of me.”

He raised his eyebrows. “And does it feel like a silly thought now?”

Her giggle faded and she swallowed a bolt of nervousness. “No, Sir. It doesn’t.”

“But I will make it fit,” he said, sliding closer to her. “And I will make it good for you.” He caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Do you trust me to?”

“Always, I always trust you. You’re my master.”

“No, don’t call me master, not now. I want to be Ivor, your new groom, the way I was that night.”

“Yes… Ivor, of course.”

He smiled as he took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and teased, using his teeth to create small nips of pain that had Melody groaning and arching her back.

He pulled at her skirt, bunching it upwards around her waist.

“I remember how you blushed,” he said, looking into her eyes. “When I did this for the first time.”

“Did what, Sir… Ivor?”

“This, my little virgin.” He shuffled lower, pushed her legs wide, then settled himself between her thighs.

Melody ran her hands into his hair and closed her eyes. She could indeed remember her embarrassment that first night when he’d kissed her there, brought her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue. She’d never imagined what it would be like to have a man’s face pressed against her pussy, hadn’t thought it would be part of their wedding night, but it had been, and it had been amazing.

Ivor stroked his tongue over her wet labia, then applied pressure to her clit.

Melody whimpered and tensed her stomach muscles. The plug in her arse shifted slightly, creating a thicker, fuller feeling deep inside of her.

He began to stroke her clit, building up the pressure. She needed to come so badly but wouldn’t unless he gave her permission to.

She was aware of him probing her pussy entrance then sliding a finger inside. It didn’t feel any different with the plug in, and his way was eased by her moisture.

“Oh, please, Ivor, more. I want to come.”

He lifted up and hovered over her. “You will… soon.” He stroked her insides, the heel of his hand catching on her clit.

She stared up at him and caught his face in her hands. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

Melody was lost to him. She’d never had what she had with Ivor with anyone else, and never wanted to. He was her day and night, her reason for breathing, and he gave her body and soul so much pleasure and joy. She tried to breathe with some sort of control as he rubbed her G-spot, but it was damn hard.

“I’m going to enter you now, my sweet, tight little virgin.”

“Yes. Yes… please.” She clenched her internal muscles and the plug twitched, pressing into his fingers through the thin strip of tissue that separated her two channels.

“Easy now,” he said, removing his fingers.

She moaned at the loss and spread her legs wider.

“On that night,” he said, his words hot on her lips, “when I took you that first time, you were so eager yet I knew you were scared.”

“No, I wanted you.”

“You said you did, your eyes told me that you did, but your body, you were worried.”

“I wasn’t, Ivor.”

“Yes. You didn’t know if we’d fit. You certainly didn’t know if you’d find it pleasurable. That was a big weight on my shoulders, to make your first time just right.”

“It was. It was perfect, you were and still are, all I’ll ever need.”

His cock head eased its way into her entrance.

Melody spread her legs wider and drew up her knees. The plug seemed to migrate deeper. She gasped and clutched Ivor’s shoulders.

“Shh…” he murmured. “Let me in, like you did that first time.”

“Yes.” She tried to relax her pussy muscles, but it felt as though they were tensed around the plug.

“Oh, God, yeah…” Ivor muttered as he forced his way in the first inch. “That’s it.” He smoothed his hand over her pretend veil. “Take me, my virgin bride, take me, all of me.”

Melody stared up at his face. He was lost to the moment, enjoying his fantasy and reliving that first amazing time he’d buried deep inside of her.

She held her breath as he forged on. The stretch was intense now. As he’d predicted, the plug had made her pussy taut and slim and his way was hampered.

“Oh, Ivor, I can’t… I can’t take your cock.” As she’d spoken she’d studied his face. Her words had thrilled him, she was sure.

“Yes, yes, you can…”

“Your cock, it’s so big,” she said on a gasp.

“No, it will fit. Take me. Just relax.”

“I am.” She hooked her legs behind his and the new angle seemed to intensify the tightness.

He groaned and eased in some more, as though the obstructed way was a turn-on.

“Ivor.” Melody gripped his shoulders. “Oh, God.”

“Now, more, take it. I’ll make it so good.” As he’d spoken he’d pushed in further.

Melody reckoned he was more than halfway in now. She clenched her arse muscles, gripped him with her pussy. “That’s it…”

“No… no, there’s more…”

She tried to recall if they were the words he’d said to her on their wedding night but she couldn’t be sure.

He set his lips over hers, plunged his tongue into her mouth and curled his hips under.

With one forceful push he seated himself to nearly full depth.

She cried out, the sound collecting in his mouth. As she took his huge cock into her body, it really was like their first time. She arched her back, locked her ankles behind his legs, and allowed spasms to rack her internal muscles. She hugged him, inside and out.

“I want you to come,” he said. “When you want to, not when I tell you to.”

“But, Sir—”

“Ivor, call me Ivor,” he said sternly. “That first night, on our wedding night. You didn’t ask for permission. You came when you needed to, when I made you and you called me by my name.”

“I know.”

“It’s a hard habit to break but tonight, come, my new wife, come when you need to.”

Melody felt the tension drain from her body. For so long she’d had to control the urge to climax, keep orgasms under control, but now…

He drove to the hilt, his balls crashing up against her arse and no doubt sitting snugly against the diamond end of the butt plug.

Melody cried out. She gave into the deliciously profound filling.

He rolled his body over her clit. Stimulating her arse, pussy, and needy nub.

“Ah, ah…” she moaned, staring into his eyes. “I’m going to…”

“Yes, come, come for me, my pretty bride.” He shut his eyes and moaned. “Fuck, you’re hugging me so tight.”

“Yes… yes…” She harnessed the pressure, allowed it to build and balance, about to overspill.

On and on he eased in and out of her, small movements but filling her with such absolution that she didn’t know where he ended and she began. With a decadence and freedom she hadn’t known for a long time, she allowed her climax to ravage her. No permission needed. She just let it take over her body, harnessing her to his cock and his wide chest and heavy hips as he rolled over her, sank deeper, found his own pleasure.

“Baby, oh, yeah…” Again he stroked over her pretend veil. He forced his way deeper still. Another long guttural groan mewled up from his throat.

Melody tensed and contracted around him, her orgasm extending. She felt amazing. It was so long since they’d had a fantasy to play out and this was a completely new one. She hoped they’d do it again.

Chapter Five

Lottie looked around the table. Her new friends, Tia and Kyle, were incredibly sexy and clearly well into the scene she herself loved so much. Their hosts, Melody and Ivor, were a little harder to read. Ivor seemed open and amenable to dominating any sub he passed, but Melody, she had a glint of the green-eyed monster in her eyes and Lottie wouldn’t want to see that unleashed.

Jealousy was an unpleasant emotion to deal with; it was even more unpleasant to be on the receiving end. And unless it was handled with great care, it could quickly become out of control.

As soon as Lottie had sensed that about Melody, she’d considered Ivor off limits until they got to know him much better. At the present time, he wasn’t a man who was available to be shared, even though she knew damn well she’d enjoy submitting to his will, whatever that might be. He was tall, dark, and had a brooding demeanour, something that always captured her interest.

Her attention was suddenly caught by him as he stood from the table.

“I discovered a rather pleasing new implement today,” he said, holding up the breadboard and rubbing the crumbs from it. His commanding tone let Lottie know that she had to be quiet and give him her full attention. Quickly, she clasped her hands in her lap and looked downwards.

“Oh?” Kyle said. “That looks interesting.”

“It is, and will no doubt appeal to you. As Melody reminded me earlier, you have a fondness for using household items when it comes to punishment tools.”

“I do indeed.” He held out his hand. “May I?”

“Of course.” Ivor handed it to him.

Lottie thought of Rupert’s favourite items. He enjoyed rope, string, and floggers. And he was very talented with all three, especially the rope when he practiced Shibari and wound her up in intricate knots and loops that held her together as he made her come. Occasionally he turned to wax, but that was for special occasions: birthdays, Christmas, and anniversaries. But this, trying out a toy that belonged to another dom? That was new and exciting and Rupert hadn’t had a chance to practice with it; they would be on show with the paddle, from that first thrilling swipe.

Kyle, seated on Lottie’s right, turned the board over a few times, then appeared to test the weight of it. “Nice.” He nodded. “I like it.”

“I think you will,” Ivor said.

“Perhaps we should try it out,” Rupert said. “If that would be agreeable with everyone.”

“I don’t see why not,” Ivor said.

Lottie was aware of a shiver travelling up her spine. She knew what was coming next. She belonged to Rupert and if he was offering someone to try out the new paddle on, it would be her.

Lottie looked up as her master placed his hand on her shoulder.

“We want your ass,” he said.

“Yes, Sir.” A mixture of trepidation and delight at being the chosen one went through her. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir.”

Rupert stood and held the back of her chair. “Bend over the table.”

As Lottie got to her feet, he moved the chair to one side so it wouldn’t hinder his access.

Kyle also stood, wooden board in his hand. “May I touch your sub?”

“Be my guest,” Rupert said.

So it would be Kyle swinging the paddle.

Kyle set his hand in the centre of Lottie’s back. The pressure he exerted pushed her so her body was flat on the table.

She folded her arms and pressed her brow to them, staring at the table’s surface and studying the lines in the wood. She’d get to know it well over the next few minutes, she was sure.

Someone pulled up the base of her white dress, exposing the orbs of her buttocks—she wasn’t sure who. But what she did know was that her buttocks were already pink, the lingering heat of her earlier spanking still evident. If only she hadn’t been so indecisive when deciding what to wear.

Not that she was really complaining. Rupert’s hard slaps, combined with him then wanking and coming on her arse had been fun. Though she wished she’d had the chance to orgasm. Her needs were still unfulfilled. Feeling his cum slip down the crack of her buttocks and hearing his cries of release had been sensual and erotic, but…

“She does exasperate me when she can’t decide what to wear for an evening out like this,” Rupert said.

Someone, Rupert or Kyle, again she wasn’t sure who, rubbed over her delicate, flushed skin then slipped lower, over her arsehole to the entrance of her pussy. The finger hovered there for a moment, as if sampling her wetness, then retreated.

A tremble ran up her spine. Maybe now was her time for some relief. Surely whoever had touched her could tell how needy she was.

“So she was punished,” Rupert went on, “and I took the decision out of her hands and laid out this outfit.”

“A very wise course of action,” Ivor said. “My sub also can’t decide what to wear on occasion so I, too, take the matter from her hands.”

The flutter of an air current nearby told Lottie that behind her Kyle had given the breadboard a practice swing.

“I think this will be a punishment my sub will enjoy,” Rupert said. “And maybe next time there will be no need for a fuss about clothing or making us nearly late for our dinner engagement.”

“I can see why you’re thinking that way,” Kyle said, the air still moving.

“Yes. So feel free to try it on her whenever you’re ready,” Rupert said.

Lottie stared at a knotted swirl in the wood. Her arse trembled, the anticipation of a red-hot swat almost too much to bear.

“Do you mind,” Ivor said, his voice suddenly full of urgency, “if my sub and I leave you to your fun for a little while? I have something I simply must attend to.”