The Naughty Stuff(47)

“Do you fully intend to go through with this no limits bullshit?” he asks me.

Now’s my chance to back out, but I know that’s what Dylan is expecting me to do. I want to show him that I can do this for him; if it’s what he really wants and needs. I can be just as good as Erika and I’ll prove that to him. I can do this. I can do this, I repeat over and over, trying to convince myself that I really can.

“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, but my shaky voice betrays my doubtfulness. I bite down on my bottom lip trying to control its quivering. Dylan’s eyes flick to my mouth and he frowns and blinks hard, leaving his eyes closed for just a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, Isabel.”

“Yes, Sir, I do. I want what you want,” I say to him. He can deny to me all he wants that he doesn’t desire this, but I know Dylan and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he does. He yearns for this kind of control. Erika showing up in our lives has shown me that. I love him. I want this for Dylan just as much as I want this for myself. I want to prove to him and to myself that I can be the submissive that he wants; that he needs. I can do this. I can do this.

Dylan sets the items back down momentarily while he puts some music on the stereo. It’s loud and hard, with a bass that booms deep in my belly. He turns it up louder and moves back in front of the swing. He picks up the cat and stands in front of me. Dylan closes his eyes and swivels his neck around and cracks it. When he opens his eyes – he looks fierce and magnetic. I concentrate on his eyes and how hypnotic he looks when he’s in complete control. His eyes dilate and his skilled tongue slicks across his lips. I can do this.

Swiftly and without warning, he brings the cat down across my stomach. The sensation sends embers of pain throughout my body. I wince and scream out unintentionally. I close my eyes and bite down on my lip again. Dylan brings the cat down again, over my thighs and calves with short flicking motions, over and over, then followed by a hard snap across my crotch. I scream out again as the pain shocks my system. It feels amazing, excruciating and delicious and I feel my pussy get wet. I open my eyes again and Dylan is watching me fixedly. He leans down and spits on my already wet slit and then slowly inserts the massive dildo. I contract down on it, feeling my nerves kicking in.

He moves it in and out slowly in an upward motion that hits lady G unexpectedly and I flinch from the intensity. My breathing becomes shallow and rapid as he works it in and out of me, going deeper and hitting my cervix. The pain is overwhelming. Maybe I really can’t do this.

I look down at Dylan’s hard-on and a small amount of precome has started to trickle down his shaft. I want it. I feel as though I’m about to come when the dildo is abruptly removed and the cat is brought down hard again across my clit. I scream out again, even louder, but my voice is drowned out by the loud heavy rock music. What song is this? I like it. It’s sexy fucking music whatever it is. I concentrate on the words and how damned gorgeous my husband is. Yes. He’s my husband. He’s mine forever, I remind myself. Fuck Erika. He’s mine. Only I can give him what he needs now.

Again, the cat comes down harshly and I shriek. Dylan walks over to the tallboy and gets the lube out. Then he starts fucking me with the dildo again while he lubes up my ass. Oh, hell. He doesn’t really plan on doing that, does he?

Yes, he does. After loosening up my ass with his fingers, he slowly pushes his hard dick into it while he still moves the dildo in and out of my pussy.

Holy double stuff. I can do this. I can do this. I feel full and uncomfortable and start to wriggle my ass around, but with his free hand, he grips my hip bone and squeezes hard, effectively stopping my movements. He pushes deeper into my ass and I hear myself moaning out something unintelligible. I’m on the verge of coming and crying, and his free hand moves up to my clit. Oh my God. I can’t take this. He’s hitting my cervix with the dildo and the pain is intensifying beyond anything I anticipated, but the sweet pleasure in my bottom and my clit are balancing out the pain in an unexpected way.

“Do you like this, Isa? Do you really like this?”

I can’t lie to him. “Yes, yes, Sir,” I squeal out like an oversexed little slut. Again, just as I’m about to come, he pulls out of me completely, both with his dick and the dildo, and reaches for the cat. I’m squirming from my need for release and I start to beg.

“Please, Master. Please…”

Dylan smiles wickedly and brings the cat down forcefully and hard one last time over my pussy. The leather hits my clit and with that, I come hard, with a fantastically glorious spray like a waterfall releasing from me. I’m shaking and quivering from my post orgasmic state when Dylan moves to my head, tips the swing down further and thrusts into my mouth.