It isn’t until his back arches and neck strains that I let myself feel the burn. As he grips my hips again, I know we’re going to cum together. It’s when he roars that I let loose, my pussy milking his cock, encouraging his cum, wanting every last drop.
Once we’re done and I’m collapsed upon his chest, Sir smoothes my hair away from my face. “Kitten, you realize we aren’t using birth control?”
“Yes.”
“You could get pregnant with my baby.”
I nod. “It’s what you want.”
“It is,” he confirms. “What do you want?”
“To be with you, forever.”
“I love you, kitten.”
I lift my head, letting our eyes briefly meet. “I’ve always loved you, Vic.”
“Hmm,” Dr. Kizer says as we walk into her office hand in hand.
Erika’s cheeks redden as she leans against my shoulder.
“Dr. Kizer,” I say in greeting.
The doctor’s smile broadens. “Tell me, Mr. and Mrs. Cross: how was the cabin?”
I squeeze Erika’s hand. “I think it was just what the doctor ordered.”
“Ms. Ellis?” the doctor asks.
“Erika Cross, Mrs. Victor Cross,” my wife says. “I’m having them change my name at the station too. Soon it will be Erika Cross on channel fifty-three. I had some notion that I couldn’t continue in my career if I used my married name, but now I realize what that did to Vic. We’ve been married for almost five years, I want everyone to know.”
“Victor, how do you feel about that?”
“I think I have the only woman I’ve ever loved next to me at this moment.”
Dr. Kizer shrugs. “My fee includes use of the cabin. If you two are all done there, we can adjust—“
“No,” Erika and I say together. Though a smile tugs at my lips, I narrow my eyes at my wife in an unspoken warning.
Her blue eyes sparkle as she lowers her lids. “I’m sorry, Sir. It’s your decision.”
“Doctor, we’d like to use the cabin again next weekend.”
She grins. “Very good, I’m sure you still have a few things to explore.”
“Yes, we do.”
I squeeze Erika’s hand. We never made it to the canes nor did I take her ass. It was a lot for our first time as Dom and sub. I wanted her to be comfortable. Now, with the pink on her cheeks, and downcast eyes, I don’t want to hold back...fuck me!
Yes, next weekend we will have a lot to explore.
“Oh, Sir!”
Victor’s cock teases my cunt, rubbing over my clit and moving in and out of my entrance.
“Please,” I beg, wanting him deeper, wanting more.
“I told you, kitten, where I was going to fuck you and it’s not in this tight, warm pussy.”
My throat dries as I try to swallow. I’ve gone along with everything since last weekend. And while Victor made me nervous on our first drive to the cabin, everything since has been as he promised. It’s my fantasies played out in real life. Over the last week we’ve talked and said things we should have said before. More than that, these new roles have given our marriage something we’ve never had—total trust and freedom.
Freedom to be open with one another with our bodies and our hearts. Freedom to give the kind of trust it takes to allow a man to do what Victor has done and is doing to me. My wrists are bound to the bondage table, but instead of lying flat, my ankles are bound, attached with short chains that hook to my wrists. I’m on my knees and shoulders with my cheek pressed to the table and my ass in the air. I couldn’t straighten my legs if I wanted to.
His finger moves in and out of my cunt. Each time it’s gone, I tremble at the loss. Not only that, but each time it leaves my pussy, it gets closer and closer to my tight hole.
“Do you trust me, kitten?”
“Yes, I do, Sir.” My answer gives me the strength to let him continue.
Cold gel combines with my cum as Victor lubricates my hole.
“When you get used to this,” he explains, “we won’t need the gel. You’re always so fucking wet. But now, I want to make it easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”
His words seem ironic, being as he’s just flogged my ass and thighs, but I understand. I understand the difference between intentional pain for pleasure and pain for harm. The flogging was to clear my mind, to get me ready, and bring my focus on him, my husband, where it belongs.
It worked. Nothing else exists beyond the walls of this cabin.
I whimper as his finger penetrates the tight ring of muscle.
“Then do it,” he says. “Trust me.”
The flogging left my ass and thighs tingling while building my want. I long for relief. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and concentrate on his movements—the way his finger moves in and out of my ass and the way his other hand works my clit. He knows my body better than I do. He knows just how much I can take.