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I drag her until she is face first lying in the center of the mattress. I rub her small body until she quiets beneath my hands. I can feel her trust radiating out from her body.
I fasten a braided wire cable that most people use for a dog run to the
eyebolt
that’s
hidden behind the head
board.
I’ve cut the cable to sixteen inches in length and added a carabiner to each end for quick removal. I sna
p the cable on the d ring that’
s fused to Monica’s collar near the clasp.

“Now you’re leashed, my p
et,” I purr into her ear.

My cock jerks in my pants painfully from the sight of Monica lying prone on the bed while tethered to the headboard. It’s so fucking hot.

“You love
being on my leash, don’t you, p
et?” My hand lashes out and smacks her ass hard.

She screams for me before saying breathlessly, “Yes, Master. I would tie myself to you in every imaginable way possible.”
“From
this moment on I give you
no permission to speak unless I ask a direct question. Feel free
to scream
until you’
re hoarse. I’d prefer you to scream husband every time you feel the need to expel your breath.” 

My hand snaps at her ass again in a strike that has my palm stinging. I love the sound of her screams as her flesh reve
rberates against my palm. This i
s why I wish for her to gain a healthy amount of weight
. I don’
t want to strike flesh-
covered bones. I want softness that moves with my smack. I want to see the jiggle. I love the fact that no matter how much weight she loses her ass and thighs remain meaty. I hit her a few more times to get my cock pulsing from the gift of pain.
“I love watching your ass move
beneath my smack. Don’
t starve thi
s body in hopes to please your Master. Nothing pleases your M
aster more than a healthy amount of flesh to strike.”

I yank her pink shorts back and bare the flesh of her ass to my vision. It’s a bright pink from the whacks. I can see the outline of my fingers on her skin. I growl at the sight of the marks. I drop to the bed and bite the tender skin. She shrieks from the sensation so I do it again. I lath the skin with my tongue in soothing circles until she starts to wiggle on the bed. My hand lashes out a strike to the back of her thighs and she immediately stills her movements.
“Good girl,” I say with pride.

I straddle her thighs and grip her ass cheeks
in each of my hands. I pull the
globes apart until she is laid bare for me. I lean down and glide my tongue along the crevice of her parted ass. She begins to fret pu
lling on her leash. I fear she’
ll hurt her pretty throat.
“Shh…” I say soothingly. “It’s alright. Trust me, Monica. There isn’t a spot on your body that I don’t love the taste, feel, or scent of, inside or out.”
I reassure her.
I go back to licking her until she calms under my touch. I find a rhythm that takes me from the entranc
e of her pussy to the tight bud
of her ass. I spread her arousal up to the tight ring for later. I spear her cunt
with my tongue
and she moans in pleasure. I
follow the action with a long lick to relax her before I pierce the tight ring of her asshole with my tongue.
“AH!” she groans loudly as I fuck her ass with my tongue.
“Seeing the men together reminded m
e of how amazing it felt to ass-
fuck. This is your warning
. I will deflower this tight little bud tonight before we’
re through.” I say to catch my breath.

My fingertips grip the thin fabric of her shorts and pull until they rip from her
thighs. My dick throbs for the
sensation of ripping fabric against flesh.

I stand from the bed and remove my clothing in an instant. Gripping her ankles I position her legs until her knees are pressed beneath her small breasts. My fingers skim from her shoulders down to her wrists. She allows me to move her as a puppet master. I arrange her hands on the top of the headboard and press until she clenches her fingers on the wood for support. I move her leash to make sure she can’t accidently choke herself.

A leather strap is pulled beneath the backs of the thighs and buckled around her back. I smile down at my submissive and the position I arranged her in. She is resting on her knees with her fingers holding her upright. I like to call this the upright fetal position. She can’t move a muscle because her hands are keeping her from falling and the belt keeps her immobile. The collar and leash will result in pain if she moves
against my will. She is my doll with her ass and pussy on display for my pleasure. The expanse of her back is for her pain.

I laugh as a splat of precum hits my thigh in anticipation.
Soon lil guy! Good things come to those who wait- patience.

I roll a Wartenberg wheel lightly along her back waking up all the nerves that are sleeping. I need her nerves alive for what I have in mind for her flesh. I steadily increase the
pressure until the fine needle-
like teeth start to bite into her skin.

Monica is such a pride to behold. She doesn
’t even squirm in fear that I’
ll stop. She whimpers as the wheel leaves red spots in its wake. Her body beads with sweat and she licks her lips repeatedly. I roll the wheel along the globes of her ass and she jerks in reaction nearly choking
herself
in the process.

I quickly check the tension on the cable and find it perfect to torment her. I give a tug and hear her difficult intake of breath. Another splat hits my thigh screaming that it is time for some pleasure of my own.
I rub my slick head along her snatch marveling as she
tries to still her pleas. She’
s drenched for me. My thighs stick to the back of hers from her juices. My eyes roll back when my hea
d makes contact with her erect
clit. It’s so engorged I know I could suck it like a cock.

I enter her cunt in one hard thrust to the hilt. Her scream increases the throb in my
dick
. I have to still and count to one hundred before I can so much as breathe. Monica always makes me feel lik
e a virgin entering a virgin pussy
.

I grip her hips and pound into her violently. Every thrust she is slightly choked by the leash.
Pant… silence… wheeze… pant… silence…
music to my ears as I ruthlessly hammer into her.

I reach for the cane I placed at my feet and feel the buildup of anticipation enter my veins. I have dreamt of this moment since I held the object in my palm- what would it be like to fuck while beating my lover. I love the way my body ignites as I inflict my gift more so than the sensation of fucking. To combine the two with my bonded submissive will be astronomical.

TWACK
… TAP… TWACK…
The cane snaps as it delivers its punishing blows
in swift succession across her
upper-
back
and shoulders.
It comes so
fast that she cannot scream for each hit. I
attack her shoulders with the cane as I impale my cock inside her until I meet the resistance of her cervix. Her screams are cut off on the upstroke by the pull on her collar- choker chain.

My entire body thrums with pressure as it builds beyond the amount that it can withstand. I keen from the intense ecstasy that fills my system. I pull myself from the warmth of he
r body just a moment before I fa
ll from the precipice of release.

I snap the carabiner free from her collar to unleash her from the cable. I pull her flush
to me
- her back to my chest and kiss the side of her neck.

She gasps in my arms until she catches her breath. Her body feels scorching
hot
against my flesh and I shiver in delight.

I slam her hands on the headboard again before she completely catches her breath. I smack her ass just for the pleasure of hearing her whimper in pain.
My cock is screaming for release. I know I won’t
last but a minute with what I’
m about to do with Monica. It will be better for her if I don’t last long.
I slide our combined juices along her slit with the head of my cock and she buckles against the headboard moaning my name. I squeeze my sack so tight that it would bring another man to his knees. The pressure forces a large amount of precum from my head. The spurt clops to her ass right where I aimed it. I use the moisture as a lubricant. Without any preamble I sheath my cock deep within the heat of her ass.

“HUSBAND,” echoes around the room as Monica writhes in pain beneath me. The force of her hands on the headboard clangs it against the wall with her struggles.

I breathe rapidly out my nostrils as I try to regain my control. Her tight channel throbs and clenches my cock in pleasure. She moans and
goes
limp beneath me as the pain turns to pleasure.
Still I cannot move from the force of her contractions. My balls tighten to my body as seed races up the length of my cock. I breathe through th
e need. I will not cum until I’
m ready. I will enjoy her tight ass for more than a stroke.

My fingers link in the back of
her collar and twist until it’
s as tight around her neck as her ass is around my cock. Every throb I mirror with the collar. I gasp in pleasure as she gasps for oxygen. I loosen my grip when I feel the strength leave her body.

I
lash
her with three more hard thwacks with my cane. I use her struggles instead of thrusting my cock. The more she struggles the more
pleasure infuses my body.
My hand slides up the column of her throat lifting her to my chest again. I meld our upper bodies together while my breath rasps in her ear. I press inside her to the hilt and still our movements.
Slowly I tighten my fingers against her neck. Her
ass clenches repeatedly on my swollen cock. I use her contractions to milk my release. I tighten my fingers in increments until I inhibit all breath from flowing
across
her parted lips.

She groans from her chest as she struggles to breathe. The laxness of her body flees as she
fights for air. Monica thrashes
in involuntary jerks against my dick has my breath hitching in my throat.

My body beads with sweat as goosebumps prickle my flesh. The buildup is instantaneous. I maintained a steady foothold at the precipice during our entire session. The pressure explodes in a monumental release. My pleasure erupts in a garbled rush from my throat.
Monica thrashes against my cock as she joins my release.
Her moans are cushioned by the hold of my palm. 

We’
re suspended in time as my seed shoots in fiery eruptions deep inside her ass. We experience the longest and strongest climaxes of our lives.

All strength leaves my body as we fall lax onto the mattress. I curl my body around her back as we stay connected by my still erect cock.
“Thank you, Master,” Monica roughly wheezes.

I brush tendrils of her hair away from her forehead to gain access to the mirror of her eyes. Her big, brown, glassy eyes glow back at me filled with love and satisfaction.
“It was
my pleasure, Wife. I adore you,

I gasp.

“My sweet, I want you to arrange our wedding. I
’ll
give you two weeks. Everything is your decision right down to the time and place. You can ask anyone for help as well. I just want our union acknowledged by the state. I want everything else to be your dream. Will you do that for me?”
“Yes, I can’t wait until you are my husband, Dexter. I will make you proud of me.” She rubs her cheek against my palm.
“You don’t need to do
anything to make me proud. You’
re my pride and joy. You have been since I took you as my submissive. I can’t wait to start our journey together.” 

I kiss her softly on the forehead and drift off into oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

 

“I can’t believe you’re eating bacon,” I tease Monica and I rewarded with a toothy grin as she bites into a thick piece.

Ding-dong Diinnnggg-dooonnngg

“Somebody worked up my appetite last night,” she says salaciously and my cock yaps like a happy dog because she’s flirting with me.

“If you eat all your breakfast I’ll work up your appetite for lunch,” I tease her again.

“Why wait until lunch, Master? We could feed from each other in the bedroom or on the table,” she says huskily
and runs her fingertips along the breakfast nook tabletop
.

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