Taking It All(26)

Chessy made a shooing motion with her hand. "You go on. Lunch is on me today."

Joss paused on her way up from the table and pinned Chessy with a   pointed stare. "Kylie and I will expect all the juicy details Saturday,   and if we don't hear from you, we're totally coming over."





FIFTEEN


CHESSY'S phone rang, Tate's ring tone, and she answered quickly. It was   around the time Tate usually got off of work and she hoped he wasn't   calling to say he would be late.

"Hello?"

Tate's voice was gruff and laced with thick desire.

"I want you naked and kneeling in the living room when I get home."

Her pulse fluttered and sped up, leaving her breathless and nearly unable to respond.

"I'll be waiting," she whispered.

"Love my girl."

"I love you too."

"See you in ten minutes," he said.

Chessy ended the call and then ran for the bathroom, knowing she didn't   have much time. She brushed out her hair as much as she was able. The   humidity was particularly high today and the result was her hair being   much curlier and less manageable than usual. But then, Tate loved her   curls.

She checked her appearance with a critical eye, wanting to look her   best. She applied light lip gloss, though it was silly considering it   would most certainly be wiped off within minutes of Tate's arrival.

She stripped out of her clothing, tossing it in the laundry basket in   the bathroom, and then she hurried back to the living room and settled   into a kneeling position on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.

The wait seemed interminable, but then finally she heard the sound of   Tate's car pulling up to the house. Her breath caught in her throat and   she expelled it in long, shaky breaths.

With their visit to The House coming up the next day, she wondered what Tate had planned for tonight.

The front door opened and then Tate appeared in the living room, his suit coat over one arm, briefcase in the other.

His look of intense appreciation gave her a heady thrill. His eyes   glowed with open lust. The fact that after so many years of marriage he   still looked at her with the same desire he had when they first married   gave her fierce satisfaction. But Tate wanting her had never been the   issue.

He slowly laid his things down on the couch and immediately loosened his   tie, but held on to it instead of discarding it with the other stuff.

His walk toward her was slow and leisurely as if he were taking in every   bit of the moment. When he finally got within touching distance, his   hand gently threaded through her hair and then he roughly pulled her   head back and his mouth crashed down over hers, feeding hungrily from   her lips.

"Consider tonight a preview of what's to come at The House," he murmured.

Her blood surged and her nipples beaded into tight knots.

"Just be warned, I plan to work you hard," he said. "Remember your safe word."

"I remember," she whispered.

He pulled her arms behind her back, her still in a kneeling position,   and he tied her wrists together with his tie. Then he walked around to   the front of her and hastily unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free   without removing his clothing.

"Open," he commanded.

He shoved his hand into her hair and angled her head back as he grasped   his cock with his free hand. She instantly obeyed, opening her lips  just  as he thrust fully into her mouth. He was rough and she reveled in  it.  She wanted to sigh her satisfaction that they were returning to  the  roots of their relationship. Finally.

"Let's see how much you can take," he said gruffly.

He began to thrust hard, hitting the back of her throat with the broad   head of his cock. Her cheeks puffed outward and she inhaled sharply   through her nose to keep up. But she was determined she would endure   whatever he chose to do.

"Very nice," he complimented as he continued to push himself as far as he could go.

Precum wet her tongue and made his thrusts easier to take. His taste   filled her mouth and she sucked greedily, wanting more. Wanting him to   come down her throat and bathe her face with his release.                       
       
           



       

But evidently he had other plans.

Just when she was sure he would ejaculate into her throat, he pulled out abruptly and released his hold on her hair.

"I'll be back for you," he said in a low voice. "Do not move."

She nodded her obedience and he left the room, leaving her to wonder   just what he was cooking up. The fact that he'd said it was a preview of   their night at The House had her nearly light-headed with  anticipation.

It was several minutes before he reappeared. And he was completely nude,   his erection straining upward so it was flat against his abdomen.   Whatever he had planned, he was as excited as she was.

He reached down to untie her hands and then, to her surprise, he secured   the tie around her eyes so she was blindfolded. He took her hands,   easing her to her feet.

When he was certain she was steady, he curved his arm around her waist   and led her toward the bedroom. A moment after they entered, he pushed   her against what she realized was the special spanking apparatus that   was normally stored in the spare bedroom.

He pushed until she was completely bent over the inwardly curved leather   indention of the piece. Then he looped rope around one wrist and  pulled  until she was at full stretch and tied it to the bottom of the  leg that  supported the equipment. He repeated the process with her  other wrist  before moving to her ankles.

He tied both to the legs so she was completely immobile and powerless.   Only then did he remove her blindfold so she could see-limited as her   sight was.

"I'll give you only the choice of what you will be flogged with," he said in a rough voice that never failed to excite her.

This was her Tate. Her Dominant. What she'd missed most in the past. His   dominance. Her utter submission. And the fact that as careful as he  was  with her in all aspects, now he would be rough and unyielding,  pushing  her to her very limits.

"Leather," she whispered. "The leather belt."

She wanted that sharp edge of pain tonight. She didn't want a gentle workup to something more. She wanted it all.

"My girl is feeling very adventurous tonight," he murmured. "Leather it will be."

Soon she felt the sensuous caress of the leather as he trailed it down   her spine and then over her buttocks. He teased her, not giving her what   she wanted right away. He continued to torment her, sliding the  leather  up and down her legs and over the crack of her ass.

When the blow came, it was a shock to her system. She'd been so lulled   by the gentle kiss that the first lash took her breath away. Fire spread   over her ass and she nearly cried out. But she wasn't that   undisciplined. She sucked in, holding in any verbal response to the   strike, and then waited for the inevitable wave of pleasure that always   followed.

Her eyes closed as the burn faded and became intense pleasure. The next   blow she was better prepared for and it only increased the warm haze   around her, pulling her into its embrace.

He was, as he'd warned, giving her all she could take. The leather   kissed her skin over and over until her entire back and ass were on   fire. But she'd long since entered subspace and only a dreamy cloud   surrounded her.

She was desperate for his possession, for the moment when he'd toss the   belt aside and fuck her hard and fast. But he seemed determined to make   her wait and drive her to the very edge of her limits.

When the blows did end, she didn't even realize it. It wasn't until he   reached down and yanked her head up by her hair that she somewhat fell   out of the delicious haze surrounding her.

"Who owns you, Chessy?"

His voice was rough, even cruel-sounding, and she delighted in every word.

"You do, Tate."

She was surprised she was even capable of speech at this moment.

"Who's going to fuck your sweet little ass?"

Oh God. She was verging on orgasm just imagining what was to come.

"You are," she croaked.

"Damn right," he said, satisfaction lacing his voice.

His fingers slid between her cheeks, smoothing lubricant over and around   her opening. He pushed a finger in, spreading more lubricant. Then   another finger was added, driving her insane.

He fucked her with his fingers for several long seconds before he seemed   to be satisfied she was adequately prepared. But just when she thought   he would finally give her what she most wanted, the leather descended   again, jolting her abruptly from her state of anticipation.

He peppered her ass, fast and furious. She knew her behind was likely   completely red. Just the way he liked it before he fucked her ass. It   was a test of her endurance and that line between pleasure and true pain   was certainly tested, but Tate knew her and her body. Knew just how  far  he could push without going too far.