At Her Husband's Command (3 page)

“And do you remember your first time with him?”

“Of course, it was amazing.” She reached for her wine. “Though perfectly vanilla. Back then we hadn’t even heard of BDSM.”

“Which is why…” Ivor said, appearing behind her and pressing his hands on Melody’s shoulders. “It’s easy to stay excited by each other.”

“What do you mean?” Rupert asked, joining in the conversation.

“Well,” Ivor said. “When you’re with one person for years it’s easy to see how vanilla sex would get dull. Missionary, under the duvet, for the rest of your life. Who wants that?” He pressed a kiss to the top of Melody’s head.

Melody’s bubble of jealousy evaporated, just like that. A simple kiss, just letting her know she was his and he was hers no matter what else happened.

“Yes,” Kyle agreed. “A bit like being told that you can only eat tofu till the end of your days.”

“Yuk,” Melody said with a giggle. “I hate tofu.”

“Me too,” Kyle said. “Revolting stuff.”

Ivor stepped away.

“Shall I help, Sir?” Melody asked.

“Yes, please.”

He disappeared toward the kitchen and Melody followed.

She reached the salad from the fridge and set it on the side.

Ivor turned the hob on to heat the potatoes.

“What else shall I do,” she asked, glancing at the counters. The beef was cooked and ready to serve.

Ivor turned and studied her.

“I heard you talking to Tia about being a virgin.”

“Yes.” She hesitated. “But that was a long time ago.”

“And I took your virginity.”

“Yes, Sir, you know you did.” Where was he going with this?

He smiled, a lopsided sexy smile that told her he was delving into his memories. “It may have been vanilla but our wedding night was hot.”

“Yes. But it’s always hot with you. You’re my one and only, my lover, my best friend, and my master.”

“That’s good to hear.” He stepped up close and placed his hands on her shoulders.

Applying gentle pressure, he backed her up against the wall.

“Do you remember,” he said, his lips a whisper from hers, “the sexual tension that had grown between us, the frustration, the build-up of desire, as we’d waited for that night?”

“Yes.” She looked up into his dark eyes and saw the familiar heat of his passion lurking there. “I do.”

“We were crazy for each other but we resisted. No matter the temptation, we’d decided to wait and we did.”

“We were unusual; most of our friends had succumbed and rolled into bed.”

“I guess, for the other guys, their fathers-in-law hadn’t put the fear of God into them by showing them a fully stocked gun cupboard and saying that he’d go to jail for his daughter’s virtue.” Ivor chuckled and stroked her cheek. “But you know that story.”

“Yes. He was cruel to you on that first date.”

“Cruel maybe, but also effective.” He brushed his lips with hers. “And it was worth the wait.”

“I thought so.” She hesitated. “I want you now.”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward, sub, don’t you think?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I can’t help it. I do.” Her nipples were tight, and a pulse beat between her legs.

Sliding his hand down her throat, to her chest, he didn’t take his gaze from hers. “Would you like to be my virgin again?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir.” Of course it would be thrilling. But it was equally impossible.

“Then you can be.” Through her top he tugged at her nipple. Not gently, quite rough, the way she liked it.

Melody held in a moan and locked her knees. “Sir.”

“Those months of frustration,” he said, “waiting for our wedding day, do you remember?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“The amount of times I had to give myself relief, thinking of you, always you as I worked my cock with my hand.”

“You did that?”

“Of course, how else do you think I survived?” He slid his hand lower still, over her belly and the waistband of her skirt. He gripped the material and rucked it upwards.

The air breezed against her bare thighs, and then over her pussy.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed.

Chapter Three

“Yes, Sir.” Melody spread her legs and held onto Ivor’s shoulder. What was his plan? They had four guests sitting in the next room, waiting for them. Surely he wasn’t going to…

“You were my sweet, young, naïve little virgin and touching you for the first time nearly made me come straight away,” he said, his breath hot and his voice low.

“You made me come,” she whispered. “I didn’t think I would, that first time, but I did.”

“Spectacularly.” He smiled and slipped his finger through her pussy lips and touched her clit.

“Mmm…” She groaned. It didn’t matter to her that they had guests waiting. It was Ivor’s decision; if he wanted to finger her then he could. He was in charge.

“This sweet little cunt,” he said, “all mine, only mine.”

“Yes. Oh, please…”

“Please what?”

“Make me come.” She gripped the material of his shirt and angled her pelvis toward him.

A smile tugged at his lips and he increased the pressure on her clit, setting up a fast little circular motion.

She fluttered her eyelids shut. He was so damn good at generating pressure that erupted in bliss throughout her body.

“Ah, yeah, baby, that’s it, feel the tension building, the need for release, the need for a big hard cock to make you come over and over again. Imagine you’ve never had cock in your pussy. But it’s here now, about to plunge into your virginal depths, stretching you, breaking its way into the very core of you.”

“Yes, you, just you, Sir.” She kept her eyes closed and remembered their wedding night—a luxurious hotel room in London, black carpet so deep her toes nearly disappeared into it, red silky sheets that were cool and smooth on her skin—her new husband naked, his erection thick and dark, and a look of lust and love on his face.

She recalled his touch, the first man to touch her
there—
his mouth on her breasts, between her legs, his cock filling her then bringing her to orgasm with the expert roll of his body in and over hers.

Panting now, she clenched her internal muscles. Soon an orgasm was going to erupt within her. While club members sat hungry and waiting for their dinner, she was going to come in the kitchen. She’d dampen her master’s hand, grind against him, try to hold in her cries of release.

He worked her harder. The tension was about to spill.

She held her breath. Her pulse thudded in her ears.

“Hold that thought,” he said, stepping away and allowing her skirt to float down to cover her pussy and thighs.

“Ivor…” she gasped, her arms flailing for him. She opened her eyes. “I was just about to… Sir… I…”

“I know.” He bit on his bottom lip. “You were just about to orgasm.”

“Yes, but…?” She was frantic and furious. What was the point in that? What was he doing?

He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled. “I want…” he said, “for us to remember the sexual frustration we had when you were a virgin and I was waiting for us to be married before I touched you.”

“You want that again? But why?” It had been so hard.

“Yes, just for one night.” He shrugged, then walked to the sink and ran the tap. He washed his hands. “Maybe I’m just being melancholy, thinking about us when we were young and everything was new.”

“New.” Melody pushed her hands through her hair. Her brow was a little damp. Her pussy was hot, her heart rate still clattering along at a fast rate.

She thought of Lottie, all young and pretty, with no doubt a prim, taut pussy that hugged her master’s cock. Is that what Ivor wanted?

Did Ivor want Lottie?

She was aware of the colour draining from her face as she clutched the kitchen work surface to her left. Jealousy once again raged through her veins. Hot and acidic, it scorched over her skin and made her scalp tingle. “Lottie,” she managed.

“What?” Ivor wiped his hands on a cloth then threw it aside. It landed on the table.

“Lottie, you want Lottie.”

He tipped his head and studied her. “If I wanted to play with Lottie and Rupert permitted, then I would, that’s how the club works.” He paused. “But you know that.”

“It’s different, you want to…” She could hardly bring herself to say it.

“What?”

“You want to fuck her.”

“No, I don’t.” He shook his head and his frown deepened.

“But how can you not? She’s young and pretty, virginal almost and dressed in white.” She gestured to her own outfit. “Which is clearly your thing tonight as you picked this for me.”

He tipped his chin up and pulled in a breath. His nostrils flared. “I will not have this.”

His voice was low and dangerous and Melody wrapped her arms around her waist. Nervousness romped through her but she was unable to stop the emotions spiralling.

“You know full well that I only want you,” Ivor said. “You’re the only woman I have fucked for the last ten years and the only woman I intend to fuck for the rest of my life. I might play, do a scene, but I’ll never sink my dick into another cunt other than yours.” He stepped up to her. “And you will only ever have my cock inside your pussy.”

His wide shoulders filled her vision; he was breathing fast, like her.

“So I will not tolerate you not grasping the depths of my desire for you, sub. I only want you and you
will
accept that.” His eyes flashed as he curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close. “Tell me you understand me.”

She pressed her hands over his chest. “Yes, yes, I understand.” And she did. There was no denying the vehemence in his tone or the intensity of his words.

“Never forget it or you will be severely punished.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Because I won’t have you doubting my love for you when what I’m doing is replaying one of the most amazing nights of my life.” He touched his nose to hers. “You will be my virgin bride again tonight, and we will feel the torturous frustration we did back then.”

He took her hand and slid it down to his groin.

Melody pulled in a deep breath. He was rock solid and his cock strained at the material of his trousers.

Ivor wasn’t usually one to let an erection go past without finding relief, but it seemed this evening, that was part of the fun.

“So,” he said quietly. “We will both go back into the dining room and entertain our old and new friends. We will serve a nice meal, most likely there will be some playing as there usually is, and you will not have another thought about me wanting Lottie.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then later on, I’ll fuck your tight pussy the way I did that very first time.”

Melody swallowed. She wanted him to fuck her now. Show her how much he loved and desired her. “But how…?”

“How will I make your pussy tight?”

“Yes.”

“I have an idea.” He stepped away.

Melody felt cold without him pressed against her. “What? What’s the idea?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” He gestured to the salad. “Now take that in and make sure our guests all have water and wine to go with their meal.”

For a moment she hesitated. Wanting to ask more questions. Then she did as Ivor had instructed and took the salad into the dining room.

* * *

The meal went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it and the conversation flowed around the table. There was much interest in Lottie and Rupert’s new home, and Lottie’s new shop, which she’d just opened and would be selling organic beauty products.

Tia announced that she and Kyle were heading to the US to see her mother for a few weeks and was planning on visiting some club friends who’d moved out there the year before.

When the plates were empty, Ivor stood and began to clear them away.

Melody helped him.

“That was delicious,” Tia said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Ivor smiled.

Melody carried the near-empty salad bowl into the kitchen.

She then went back and retrieved the breadboard.

“No, not that,” Ivor said sternly as he lifted the bowl the beef had been served in.

“Oh, okay, Sir.” She set the board down in the centre of the table.

Ivor held her gaze for a moment then took the bowl into the kitchen.

Melody noticed the water jug was empty so followed him, planning on replenishing it.

As she waited for the jug to fill, he came up behind her.

He slotted his hard cock between her buttocks. “I want you so badly.”

“So have me.”

“Not until our wedding night.” He chuckled and set a kiss on her temple.

“Which is when?” She sent a quick prayer heavenward that he wouldn’t say next week.

“In a few hours, when our guests leave or if they decide to go and play together.” He paused. “Heaven help me though, you’re so damn gorgeous.”

She swallowed and her pussy trembled. Would she be able to wait that long? What if they didn’t play and sat around chatting for ages? And why had the breadboard been left on the table? What did he have in mind for that?

“Is it mean to say I want them to go now?” She pressed the crown of her head into the groove of his neck.

“It’s certainly not very hospitable.”

“Sorry.”

“You’re forgiven.” He reached past her and turned off the tap. The jug was overflowing. “Just make sure you stay wet for me.”

“I am.”

He nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking the sensitive area just behind her ears. “Let me just check.”

Once again he pulled at her skirt, exposing her thighs, then her bare pussy.

Melody didn’t need telling to spread her legs; she did it almost instinctually.

He held her closer, as if making sure she was in no doubt how painfully hard he was.

She writhed against him, then caught her breath as he swiped through her labia. She was slick and damp, her clit trembling with the need for stimulation.

He gently eased one finger into her pussy.

She groaned and tried to seat herself lower onto him but he didn’t allow it. Instead he pressed the heel of his hand to her clit, giving her some of what she needed.