At Her Husband's Command (2 page)

“Oh, yeah, baby,” he said, folding over her, his chest touching her back. He released her hair and kissed her temple. “You’re so fucking bad but so fucking good.”

She suppressed a giggle as she panted for breath. She adored his post-coital murmurings. He stopped being the big bad dom and became a grateful puppy who just wanted to coil himself around her.

His weight was heavy but she didn’t complain. The tablecloth was creased beyond salvation and no doubt stained with their pleasure. It would have to be quickly washed.

They stayed like that for several minutes. Melody’s heart rate slowed and her breathing came under control.

Eventually he lifted up. “We have work to do,” he said, withdrawing. “More now than before, so step to it.”

He gave her arse one final swift slap.

The delicious sting reverberated through her and she could imagine the ripples travelling over her skin, slipping in tiny waves over her buttocks then being absorbed into her thighs.

But she didn’t enjoy the moment for more than a second. She had work to do. Soon their friends Kyle and Tia would be at the door and they were bringing new members of their club. Melody didn’t know their names yet, these new people, but she was looking forward to meeting them.

Everyone in the Kinton Kink Club was vetted thoroughly before being signed up. It also didn’t come cheap. The annual membership fee was purposefully high so people had to be serious about investing in their fondness for BDSM and spending time with fellow kinksters. If it was a passing spanking phase or mild curiosity, it just wasn’t worth their while.

She stood and gripped the table as a rush of giddiness trickled through her brain. She tingled all over, from the wooden paddle and from her orgasm. She hoped he’d use the paddle again.

“Bugger.” She frowned at the tablecloth. There was a tiny damp patch in the middle, where her face had been; she must have shed a tear without noticing. And at the edge, where she’d all but humped the wood as she’d worked her clit, there was a pearlescent smear and several deep creases.

It would need washing again but whether or not it would be dry in time for their dinner party, she wasn’t sure.

Quickly, she moved the candelabra from the centre then swiped the cloth off. Beneath it the surface was a rich nutty brown and highly polished. Perhaps tonight they’d just have it bare and set with the deep red place settings.

After smoothing her skirt over her naked behind, she rushed from the dining room and headed to the washing machine.

Ivor was in the kitchen with his back to her.

“Make sure you bring me the wooden serving board,” he said on hearing her fiddling with the dials on the washer.

“Yes, Sir.”

As soon as the first gush of water hit the tablecloth, she rushed to retrieve the wooden server.

“What would you like me to do with it?” she asked, holding it forward with both hands.

He took it, his attention on her. “This is a new toy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How did you like it?”

“I liked it very much.” She smiled.

His eyes softened, small creases darting from the sides.

As always she was bowled over by how handsome he was when he smiled that way. His whole face mellowed and a calmness came over his usual busy, controlling demeanour.

God, she loved him.

“I’m glad; the uniform redness it produced on your skin was very pleasing to me.”

She nodded.

“I might demonstrate it later, when our friends are here. Would you be okay with that?”

She pulled in a breath. Him asking her like this was special but not unusual when it came to engaging in kink with other couples. It was important to be on the same page when sharing an evening.

“That would be fine,” she said. “I think they’d like it. Kyle especially has a fondness for using household implements for spanking.”

His eyebrows raised as though surprised.

“He said so, when we visited them a few months ago,” Melody added quickly.

“You remember that?”

“Yes, I try to remember everything you and other doms say. It’s in my best interest.”

He nodded and turned back to the crab cakes he was preparing. “Very wise.”

Chapter Two

Dusk settled over the cottage. Melody tucked the chickens into their coop, fed Nell a bucket of pony nuts, and checked the pigs had water. Later her two sows would get any leftovers and slops from the dinner party.

As she walked back to the house, the birds singing their final goodnights before roosting, she wondered what Ivor would have set out for her to wear. It would be a dress or skirt. Trousers were not part of her wardrobe as he required easy access to her at all times.

They’d been to York a few weeks ago and he’d purchased two new skin-tight club dresses, one black and one pale blue, plus a floaty white skirt that to her seemed rather virginal and a little prim, but he’d been adamant.

Stepping into the warmth of the kitchen, the scents of their beef dinner made her stomach rumble. It had been a busy day preparing to host a gathering of their fellow club members, plus with all the animals and then a bit of fun over the table. She was not only hungry but a little tired too.

“Here,” Ivor said, handing her a flute of sparkling wine. “Sip this as you get changed.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and ran his hand over her tender arse. “And make sure you don’t apply too much makeup.”

“Yes, Sir.” That was an unusual request. He usually approved of her wearing lots of sultry kohl around her eyes and vampish scarlet lipstick.

Their bedroom was low ceilinged with thick beams, befitting for the farmhouse, and had flowery wallpaper and a duvet cover. She loved it very much and had ordered the bespoke pine dressing table with great care from a local carpenter.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t enjoy the room next door with its black velvet wallpaper, plush carpet, leather spanking bench, and other implements that helped them create scenes. But this room where they slept was more restful, whereas next door was all about pain and pleasure.

The tiny bubbles in her drink popped on her tongue as she took a big sip. Laid out on the bed was the new white cotton skirt. Ivor had teamed it with a small silky white vest top and set a single string of pale pink beads on the top of it.

Definitely different.

No PVC or skin-tight Lycra in sight.

After setting the drink aside, she picked up the skirt. It was light and pretty, not kinkster at all. More the sort of thing a girl walking hand in hand with a lover on the beach would wear.

Is this a new interest of his?

Was the sexy, bound sub no longer capturing his attention? Did the thought of a pretty young virgin get him hard?

Well, virgin she was not, in any shape or form. But that wasn’t to say she couldn’t play the role if he wanted her to.

She stripped off the clothes she’d worn all day, then showered. Her soap was lemon scented and her shampoo smelt of coconut.

After she’d dried she used body lotion that made her skin silky smooth, being careful to apply plenty to her sore arse. Then, as instructed, she put on the outfit Ivor had left for her.

There was no denying its lightness felt nice, and once she’d brushed her hair and applied the barest hint of makeup, she did have a certain youthfulness to her look. Well, she was only thirty-two, which meant she wasn’t
that
old.

“Melody, are you done yet?” Ivor called up the stairs.

“Yes, just coming.”

“Good, can you prepare the playroom, it will likely get used.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Quickly she did as instructed, a tremble of excitement rushing through her. When they’d had Tia and Kyle visit a few months ago, things had really heated up in the playroom. Both she and Tia had been spanked and flogged by each man before performing oral sex on their partners as a show for the other couple to watch. By the end of it everyone seemed to be coming on everyone, skin was marked, and their cries of delight mingled. Melody hadn’t been able to decide if she’d enjoyed being watched or watching the most. Both had been hot and she hoped that Kyle and Tia would be up for some kinky fun in this room later on.

As she came down the staircase, the doorbell chimed.

Ivor stepped from the kitchen, checked his black shirt was smooth and his belt buckle straight, then smiled at her. “You look stunning.”

“Thank you.”

“You should wear white more often.”

“Do you like it?”

“A lot; it makes you look the way you did on our wedding night.”

Melody giggled. “That was a long time ago.”

“Which is why it’s nice to be reminded.” He set a firm kiss over her lips. “Come on, we should let our guests in.”

Melody nodded, then admired his arse, now encased in smart black trousers, as he opened the front door.

A bustle of activity ensued as Kyle and Tia came into the hallway, the flowery scents of the outside swirling in with them.

Melody took their coats and hung them on the stand next to the grandfather clock, and allowed her cheek to be kissed. She graciously accepted the nice bottle of port Kyle handed her and complimented Tia on the skin-tight red dress she wore with a silver zip up the front.

“And this is Rupert and Lottie Madison,” Kyle said, stretching out his hand to let the new couple greet Melody. “They moved to the village of Deacon six months ago and have been searching for a group like ours ever since.”

“Very pleased to meet you,” Melody said, holding out her hand to Rupert.

He took it and kissed her knuckles. His hold was firm and his gaze was stuck on hers.

It didn’t unnerve her; it was the way of doms and he most certainly oozed dominance. He was tall with slick black hair, clean-shaven, and had a slightly over large nose, which he carried off well as it complimented his other strong features and broad jawline. He was dressed entirely in black and, like Ivor’s, the silver buckle on his belt had the symbol of the club—a double infinity knot—embossed on to it.

“Not as charmed as I am to meet you,” Rupert said.

His eyes flashed and a tug of desire went through Melody. Rupert was a sexy man, there was no question about that. And the fact he was here meant he was also kinky as fuck. If she was lucky she’d get to find out just how kinky and if she played her cards right, perhaps Sir would allow Rupert to play with her a little.

But not a lot. Ivor never allowed other doms to fuck her. He was the only one who did that. It was the way they operated. It was the way they kept sex between them special—fucking was sacred.

But other stuff…

Rupert released her hand and slipped his arm around his sub, Lottie. She was petite and younger than him, perhaps early twenties. She wore a slip of a dress that was white and had tiny yellow daisies on it, yet around her neck was a thick black collar with a padlock hanging down.

“This is Lottie,” Rupert said. “She’s been very excited about tonight.” He squeezed her tighter. “A bit too excited; she had to be punished earlier.”

A little rise of colour grew on Lottie’s cheeks.

“I hope you have a lovely time with us at Buttercup Farm,” Melody said with a smile. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Thank you,” Lottie said. “And can I just say what an amazing place you have. So grand and so deliciously isolated.”

Melody nodded. “The isolation is why we bought it. No neighbours makes it much easier to live this lifestyle.”

“I couldn’t agree more. It’s one of the reasons we moved out of the city. Our new place in Deacon is a huge improvement on what we had in Chelsea. Now, as long as the windows are shut, we can make as much racket as we want to.”

“And what a difference that makes,” Rupert said, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Especially when you’ve been a bad girl.”

Lottie jumped a little and inhaled.

Melody couldn’t see but she guessed Rupert had nipped her arse, which, knowing she’d been punished earlier, was no doubt still smarting.

Ivor moved past, port in hand, and nodded to the kitchen. “I’ll get drinks organised if you could show our guests into the dining room, Melody.”

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded. “This way, please.”

Kyle and Tia led the way. Rupert and Lottie followed. The candles were lit though the curtains were still open so the flickering flames were reflected in the large window. A low hum of conversation started.

“I love your outfit,” Tia said quietly to Melody.

“A bit different,” Melody said, smoothing her hand over the crisp white cotton.

“Virginal, is that a new kink?”

“If it is, he hasn’t told me, but I’m beginning to wonder.”

At that moment Ivor came into the room carrying two bottles of wine. He set about filling everyone’s glasses and a discussion about the age of the merlot started. It seemed Lottie was quite the wine expert.

“What do you think of Lottie?” Tia asked out of the corner of her mouth.

“Well…” Melody hesitated for a moment. “If it wasn’t for the collar, I’d never guess she was into the lifestyle.”

“What do you mean?” Tia frowned. “It’s impossible to tell who is and who isn’t. We’ve always said that.”

“I know, but…” She glanced at Lottie. She was smiling, small dimples dented her cheeks and her lips held only the tiniest hint of a sheen. “She actually looks quite… virginal.”

Fuck. What had she just said? Virginal. There was a new sub in their house who had the exact look Ivor was kinking on.

She glanced at her husband. He was pouring Lottie’s wine and studying her.

Melody shifted on her chair. She knew that jealousy sometimes stabbed her, sharp little dagger-jabs, and she wanted to control it. Really she did.

It was hard though, when Lottie sat there all pretty and sweet.

“You know I was a virgin on our wedding night,” Melody said quietly.

“Yes,” Tia said, “you told me that once before. I remembered.”

“You did?”

“Yes.” Tia leaned in closer. “Because I’m envious, to tell you the truth. I would love it if Kyle had been my first.”

“Well, as you know, it’s not like I haven’t done club stuff with other doms, but, yes, Ivor is the only man to ever fuck me.”