At Her Husband's Command (4 page)

“I remember seeing you, in the church in that white dress,” he murmured. “All our family and friends there, and do you know what I was thinking?”

“What?” She was breathless, her knees shaky. “What were you thinking, Sir?”

“That as soon as I possibly could I was going to sink my cock into my new wife and show her how much I loved her.”

“Yes, you did that.” She nodded. Damn, it was so good when he touched her. It always felt like the first time. She couldn’t imagine not being greedy for more.

“And I will again. Soon.”

He stepped away, his movements abrupt and once more making Melody chilled at the loss of his body heat.

She spun around, holding the dripping jug of water, and her skirt fell into place.

“Come on,” he said, moving a little stiffly toward the door. “We should go to our guests; it’s time for the fun to begin.”

She was about to ask what fun but he’d already left the room.

Returning to the table, she took her place next to Tia. She squirmed on the seat, wishing she could get some kind of satisfaction. Ivor was teasing himself and her and the need had grown inside of her to the point it felt like a heat wave washing over her skin.

“You okay?” Tia asked. “You look a little flushed.”

“I’m fine.” Melody nodded. “Frustrated but fine.”

“Why, what—?”

“I discovered a rather pleasing new implement today,” Ivor said, holding up the breadboard and rubbing the crumbs from it. His commanding tone let every sub in the room know they had to be quiet and give him their full attention.

“Oh?” Kyle said, eyeing the flat wood. “That looks interesting.”

“It is, and will no doubt appeal to you. As Melody reminded me earlier, you have a fondness for using household items when it comes to punishments.”

“I do indeed.” He held out his hand. “May I?”

“Of course.” Ivor handed it to him.

Melody squirmed again on the seat.

She caught Ivor watching her.

She wasn’t sure if he was pleased she was squirming or cross. But she couldn’t help herself. Her arse tingled at the memory of the paddle and her pussy was so wet from arousal she was quite uncomfortable.

Kyle turned the board over a few times, then appeared to test the weight of it. “Nice.” He nodded. “I like it.”

“I think you will,” Ivor said.

“Perhaps we should try it out,” Rupert said. “If that would be agreeable with everyone.”

“I don’t see why not,” Ivor said.

Rupert turned to Lottie. “We want your arse.”

“Yes, Sir.” She had her hands in her lap and dropped her gaze to look at them. “Of course, Sir. Whatever you wish, Sir.”

“Bend over the table.” Rupert stood and held the back of her chair.

As Lottie got to her feet, he moved the chair to one side, well out of the way.

Melody watched on, excitement running through her at the prospect of seeing the board in action. It was however tinged with a little jealousy that she wasn’t going to be the guinea pig, and that Lottie had stolen the leading role.

Kyle also stood, wooden board still in his hand. “May I?”

“Of course,” Rupert said.

Kyle set his hand in the centre of Lottie’s back and pushed her so her body was flat on the table.

She folded her arms and pressed her brow to them, as though staring at the table’s surface.

Rupert pulled up the base of her white dress, exposing the orbs of her buttocks. It seemed she, like all the subs in the room, had not been permitted to use underwear.

From where Melody sat she could see Lottie’s buttocks were already pink, the lingering heat of her earlier spanking still evident. She glanced at Ivor; he too was looking at Lottie’s delicate arse.

A fizz of jealousy went through her and she hoped she’d hidden it in her expression.

“She does exasperate me when she can’t decide what to wear for an evening out like this.” Rupert rubbed Lottie’s flushed skin. “So she was punished and I took the decision out of her hands and laid out this outfit.”

“A very wise course of action,” Ivor said, looking at Melody. A twitch of a smile tugged at his lips. “My sub also can’t decide what to wear on occasion so I, too, take the matter from her hands.”

Kyle gave the breadboard a practice swing.

“I think this will be a punishment my sub will enjoy,” Rupert said, eyeing the board. “And maybe next time there will be no need for a fuss about clothing or making us nearly late for our dinner engagement.”

“I can see why you’re thinking that way,” Kyle said, still swiping the board through the air.

“Yes. So feel free to try it on her whenever you’re ready.”

Chapter Four

“Do you mind,” Ivor said suddenly, “if my sub and I leave you to your fun for a little while? I have something I simply must attend to.”

“Not at all,” Kyle said, his attention fixed on Lottie’s exposed arse. “We’ll amuse ourselves for as long as you need.”

“That’s what I thought.” Ivor reached for Melody’s hand and tugged her to standing. He was a little rough, and his movements held an urgency to them.

She knew better than to quiz her master, but a hundred questions were swarming in her mind. Was he going to tease them both again? Had he hit the limit of his sexual frustration? Maybe he’d guessed the jealous flash of emotion that had streaked through her. Or perhaps she’d displeased him by squirming, and now she was going to bear the brunt of his sadistic streak, the one that liked to tie her up in their playroom and streak her butt with the sharp lines of his cane?

She glanced at Tia, who was also sat with her hands in her lap and her head slightly bowed. But her gaze was fixed on the wooden paddle her dom was now wielding over Lottie.

“This way,” Ivor said, wrapping his arm around Melody’s waist and all but dragging her from the room.

“Is everything okay, Sir?”

“It will be.”

“Have I displeased you?”

“Only by being so damn sexy that I’ve had to change my plans for the evening.”

So it’s not the jealousy thing again. I hid it well. Thank goodness.

“I’m sorry for being so sexy, Sir.” She wasn’t sorry in the least. She loved that he found her irresistible, that he couldn’t contain his longing for her. And to leave their guests so they could… that was unheard of and a new thrill.

As they headed up the stairs, Melody heard a resounding smack—the sound of wood connecting hard and fast with flesh.

She held in a groan, remembering how it felt when Ivor had paddled her earlier.

So damn sore and so damn good.

“They don’t need us to have a great time,” Ivor said, not pausing. “And I’m sure the evening has only just begun.”

“Yes, Sir.” She turned at the top of the stairs toward their bedroom.

“Yes,” he said. “In there. I wouldn’t take a virgin to the playroom.”

“Of course, Sir.”

Once in the bedroom, he stepped away from her.

Melody stood, as he’d expect her to, with her hands behind her back, breasts jutting forward, her hard nipples poking her sheer top, and her feet hip width apart.

He went to the tall white cupboard that housed not only his crisp work shirts, but also a box of toys he kept in here, so as not to have to go the playroom in the middle of the night if the mood should take him.

A rustle of paper caught her attention, but she tried not to stare. Her instructions, at moments like this, were always to look at the carpet. She mustn’t appear too inquisitive, or, heaven forbid, impertinent.

“I bought you a present,” he said.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You may look at it.”

She raised her head. The crunching sound had come from a bag from their favourite sex shop in Kinton, one Ivor had to pass regularly on his way to and from work. He was peering into it with a look of barely contained anticipation.

What the hell was in there?

She glanced at his groin. His hard-on was still evident. Whatever it was had got him so riled up that he hadn’t been able to stay and watch a spanking.

Curiosity gnawed at her.

He put his hand into the bag and pulled out a white, tapered butt plug. On the end was a sparkling opaque jewel, diamond-like.

“This,” he said, “will make you feel like a virgin again.”

“It will, Sir?”

He nodded and tossed the bag to one side. Stepping up close, he held the plug between them. The dim light caught on the jewel and refracted the shadows over his face.

“I’ve fucked your ass,” he said, spinning it in his fingers. “And your cunt. But I’ve never had both. And this way, with a plug in your butt, your pussy will be so damn tight. You’ll feel anxious and unsure if I’ll fit, like you did that first time.”

Melody gulped. The plug was big. It would make her feel so full, and then with Ivor’s cock too…

“Don’t look so worried, little one,” he said, hooking his thumb beneath her chin and tipping her face to his. “You know you can trust me. I won’t hurt you, I’ll make it good for you this first time of me claiming both of your holes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He smiled. It was the dark, wicked smile she’d come to associate with the start of a seriously hot, edgy play session between them.

A pulse of longing went through her. A shiver of desire snaked over her scalp. She tensed her internal muscles and clenched her butt cheeks, knowing that soon he would own them. He’d be driving in hard and fast and pushing her to one hell of an orgasm.

He swiped his lips over hers. “Turn around.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She did as he’d asked and faced the end of the bed. It had a solid wooden frame, one Ivor liked to tie her to, spread-eagled, and she clung to the top rung.

He flicked up her skirt, exposing her buttocks. “You’re going to have to relax. This is bigger than the other ones I’ve inserted into you. But it’s not any bigger than my cock so you can take it.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her belly tensed, and she curled her toes into the carpet. Her anus quivered, anticipating his touch. She loved anal play. Having Sir come in her arse was always a treat, not least because he enjoyed it so much. His cries of delight, the coarse language, the thrust of his hips, told her it was one of his favourite ways to climax.

She was grateful when he swiped his cool lube-covered finger down the cleft of her buttocks.

A drip of dampness was preparing to trickle from her labia to her thigh. She shifted her hips from left to right and felt it begin its journey.

“Keep still.” He gripped the left side of her waist, his hand bunching the material of her clothes.

Fleetingly, it went through her mind that it was unusual for her to still be fully dressed at this point, then she recalled that it was the virginal white clothes that were yanking his chain this evening.

He swiped over her anus, spreading the lube.

She blew out a breath, hung her head low, and shut her eyes. She could do this.

An echoing smack and a yelp drifted up the stairs. Then another and another, on and on it went, seeping through the house and floating in the air. Lottie was clearly having fun, as were the other doms. But it all seemed like a distant occurrence to Melody. Almost like a movie playing in the background.

Sir was working her tightest hole, making sure it was soft and pliant with lubrication.

She sighed into the moment. Her limbs were heavy and she was glad of the bed end to hold onto.

He pushed one finger into her, slipping it knuckle deep.

He groaned.

She moaned.

“Good girl, more, like that. You’re so ready for this, my little virgin.”

“Yes, Sir. Please, more.”

He added another finger, the stretch delicious and oh, so dark. He pumped in and out several times, as if testing the compliance of her anal muscles.

“You’re ready,” he murmured.

Melody could sense the excitement in his movements and in his tone. He was looking forward to this; having her ass stuffed full as he sank deep into her pussy.

She whimpered. “I need you. I need to know what this will feel like.”

“And soon you will.” He withdrew. Within a few seconds she was aware of the tapered head of the plug probing her hole. It was cool and hard and she braced for the invasion.

Still the thwacks from the room below tapped around the room.

“They’re having fun,” Ivor said. “But I wasn’t able to wait. My cock hurts, it needs you so much. Just the same as it did back then, before we married.” He paused. “But now I have no intention of wanking myself off. I can’t wait and I don’t intend to. You’re mine to do with as I wish. You’re mine to fuck whenever I want to.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.” She didn’t want him to wait; the sooner he fucked her, the better.

The plug was sliding into her, its way eased by the lube. The dense filling sensation thrilled her, yet she knew it was only the very start of what she was going to experience at the hands of her master.

“Good girl, you’re opening up beautifully,” he murmured. “So pretty how you stretch for me.”

She could only imagine the lewd view he had. Her arsehole expanding, the skin becoming taut as the diameter of the plug increased.

A nip of discomfort attacked her hole. She couldn’t accommodate much more. She bit on her bottom lip and held in a complaint. He’d stop if she safeworded, but she wasn’t there yet.

“Nearly…” he said, as though sensing her disquiet. “A little… bit… more.”

The plug popped in and her tight ring of muscle hugged the base.

She groaned; her back passage was full and the richness of the invasion spread over her nerves. Her pussy trembled and her clit was hot and almost buzzing with want. Still the moisture built up. She could smell her arousal now, luxurious and tangy.

“Ah, baby, that pretty diamond stone is so perfect. So crystal clear, the clarity exquisite, just like you.”

Ivor stepped in behind her, his cock tip brushed her buttocks, and she guessed he’d got rid of his trousers.

“But I need you on your back,” he said, reaching around her and encasing her in his arms. He pulled her upright so his now bare chest was moulded against her shoulders. “The way you were that first time. On our wedding night. When you took my cock into your virginal hole.”