Forbidden - A Story of Love, BDSM and Infidelity (2 page)

Chapter Five

Tom

It was Thursday night.

And she stood on my doorstep, wearing a
dress and an almost terrified expression. But she’d come to me. And
I’d make sure that she would do so again and again.

I’d skipped the small talk, the meaningless
pleasantries. I’d shown her up the stairs to my bedroom and let her
take a seat on the edge of my bed.

I was such a cruel bastard. I could see her
shaking. But I could also see the light in her eyes, the
curiosity.

I’d satisfy her curiosity, I’d satisfy her
needs.

And I’d satisfy mine.

I opened the drawer of one of my chests,
took out a few items. And a riding crop that I’d gotten just for
her.

I tossed it onto the bed, saw how her gaze
was drawn to the leather, watched her face as she went through the
possibilities.

Her mouth opened, she licked her lips.

“
My rules, my game, my
orders,” I told her. “Or leave now.”

She nodded.

“
Take off your dress, bra,
panties.”

She did, slowly. She pulled her dress over
her head, unclasped her bra.

She was about to take off her heals, but
stopped when I told her to leave them on. She pulled her panties
down her legs, over her shoes. Her breasts were heavy, tipped with
dark nipples.

I was hard, had been hard since I’d found
her on my doorstep. She was a delicious creature and she was mine
for tonight.

She sat down on the bed, crossing her arms
in front of her.

I dimmed the lights somewhat, but I was
still able to see her, the shape of her body.

I stepped close to her, lowered myself to my
knees. Just like the riding crop, I had gotten the choker just for
her. A clasped it around her neck.

She tried to get to her feet.

“
Sit,” I said, placing my
hand on her shoulder, keeping her on the bed. “You’re a pretty
pet.”

I rose to get the leash.

She stood up from the bed again. “Maybe I
want to leave.”

Chapter Six

Jules

“
Maybe I want to leave.” I
got up from the bed, had already crossed the room when a heavy hand
fell on my shoulder.

“
No, you don’t.” The cruel
edge to his voice sent shivers down my back.

His hand came around my neck, held me still.
He lifted my hair and something cold slid along my skin and snapped
shut around the choker.

He gave a tug at the leash. “Now we’ll
play.”

He returned my gaze, leisurely checking me
out, holding the leash in one hand, and in the other—the riding
crop.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. But my
stupid shoes forced my back into an arc, pushing my breasts forward
and my ass backward.

I could deal with nakedness, but those shoes
turned me into his plaything, his object. Blood rushed to my face
and shame crept up my spine under his scrutinizing gaze.

He stepped behind me and swung the riding
crop at my ass. I bit my lip, catching the moan that wanted to
escape at the sound of leather meeting my bare skin with a
satisfying snap.

And there was the sting, the pain that his
smack had evoked.

It hadn’t really hurt—the smack. Not nearly
enough. But the implications of him swatting at my bare ass while I
stood before him, wearing those shoes, the choker, the leash.

It brought me to my knees. Lust tugged at
me, intensified by the humiliation he put me through.

Crouching, he seized me by my neck and
tugged my head up, forcing me to look at him. Calmly, he said, “I
didn’t allow you to kneel. The next time you do anything without
being given permission, I’ll punish you.”

This was when I stopped pretending that I
didn’t long for him.

He stroked the riding crop lightly over my
breasts. My cunt spasmed as he gave each nipple a sharp little
flick. He licked his lips like a snake tasting the air when I let
out a long moan. My inner thighs were damp and I noticed how his
gaze was drawn to the juncture between my legs.

I spread my thighs, just a little, giving
him more to look at. My move didn’t fool him. He knew exactly that
I was baiting him.

The flat tip of the riding crop traveled
over my stomach and a breathless surge of excitement gripped me. I
wanted to lose myself in his touch, in his cruelty, but
couldn’t.

Something was holding me back, and I
realized that if I ever wanted to find mindless pleasure with him,
he would need to earn my limitless trust. How, I couldn’t say. But
I found myself wanting him to find a way for me to submit
completely and utterly to his wishes.

I wanted him to rope me, spank me. I wanted
his sadistic eyes on me as he shamed me into tears. I craved this
rough treatment, it made me feel alive.

And I wanted him to fuck me, never knowing
what he would do or demand next.

Pointing with the riding crop to the bed, he
said, “Get over there.”

I rose to one knee, attempting to stand,
when a hard tug at the choker brought me down on my knees again.
Wincing, tears shot into my eyes as the metal choker bit into my
neck.

The smack he wielded had me crying out.
There was nothing teasing about how he had brought the crop against
my ass.

“
Why did you try to
stand?”

I shook my head, my movement restricted by
him holding the leash. “I just thought—”

“
Don’t,” he said. “Now get
over to the bed.”

He stayed behind me, leash in hand, and I
felt his gaze against my ass as I crawled on all fours toward the
bed.

“
Stop,” he said, giving me
a light tap with the crop. He grabbed one, two thick pillows and
stacked them on top of each other in the middle of the bed. “Up,”
he said, nodding toward the pile of cushions.

I slid myself onto it, resting my upper body
on the length of the cushions, keeping my knees on the hard
floor.

I hugged my arms around the pillows,
enjoying the softness at my breasts while my knees already hurt
from kneeling on the floor.

“
Spread those legs,” he
said, slapping my inner thighs with the crop. “Don’t get up from
this position until I tell you to. If you ever feel the need to
scream, you can muffle the sound by biting into the
pillow.”

He laughed, a truly dark sound that had my
nipples hardening into aching points. I rubbed against the pillow
until a tug at the leash had me gasping. “Stop that,” he said. “You
will not touch yourself or bring yourself pleasure in any way.”

He tugged harder at the leash, putting
pressure on my throat, making me gasp for breath. I wanted to rise
to ease the strain but couldn’t.

He hadn’t allowed me to move, and obeying
him was more pleasurable than getting oxygen.

When I stopped rubbing against the pillow,
the pressure of the choker against my throat eased.

The riding crop traveled up my inner thigh.
“Spread more so I can spank your cunt.” He dealt my ass another
slap, softer this time.

A hard shiver gripped my body, fear rising
to the surface like the blush surely blossoming on my face.

I arched my back, pushing up my ass, and
spread my legs more for him. I couldn’t see him standing behind me,
I kept my face buried in the soft pillow, but I felt his hot gaze
until my entire body burned with lust.

Would he be able to see my shaved cunt, how
wet I was? Wasn’t he tempted to run his hand through my folds? I
rocked my hips, stopped when he smacked me. Heat bloomed beneath my
skin and I bit into the pillow, desperate for release.

When he stroked the tip of the crop over the
slick folds of my cunt, I cried out with relief.

He grazed the crop up and down my bare lips.
“You like spreading your legs for me, making me see how wet you
are, don’t you?”

When I didn’t answer, he flicked the crop
against my clit. The touch raced along my body like a current,
enflaming every nerve.

I bit into the pillow because the moan I let
out was one of pure lust and I didn’t want him to know for fear he
would stop punishing me this way.

“
Answer.”

“
Yes,” I whispered. “I want
you to see me spread open.”

“
Why?”

This time, I controlled my hips, controlled
my urge to jump up and hump the pillow if need be to find my
orgasm. “I want you to fuck me.”

“
Maybe I don’t want to fuck
you,” he said quietly. “What I want is to see you writhe on the
floor, until all you can think of is how you can please me.” He
slipped the crop’s small leather paddle between my folds and turned
it, spreading me open. “You do want to please me, don’t
you?”

My throat was too tight to speak.

Shame crept up my spine, leaving me
breathless. And so aroused and needy for some form of release, I’d
do anything for him to get it.

“
Answer.” He dealt my ass
another slap, softer this time, ignoring my question. “You do want
to please me, don’t you?”

“
You know I do,” I
whispered.

“
Yes, I do know what you
crave; know exactly what you need too.” He slapped the crop down on
the small of my back. “Close your eyes.”

They already were.

I sensed rather than heard him walking
through the room. When he came back, his hand settled on my
shoulder.

Then he slipped something in front of my
eyes, blindfolding me. He smacked me, nothing more than a light
tap. “Push your ass higher.”

I arched my back, biting back a sob when he
said, “Not good enough.” Air went into my lungs in a sharp hiss as
a series of rapid smacks landed on my cheeks, each stroke a little
harder.

I felt flushed and swollen and I breathed
out with a sob that turned into a high-pitched cry every time the
riding crop smacked my ass.

Pain and lust clouded my mind until I only
heard his harsh breath and my own moans of pleasure.

Stars exploded before my eyes when a slap
landed between my legs, the small paddle hitting my clit. Then a
hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my throbbing cunt.

I bit down on the pillow as a sudden orgasm
rocked through my body in quick convulsions.

My inner thighs were still quivering when I
opened my eyes behind the blindfold, and I rested the side of my
face against the pillow.

“
Did I give you
permission?” He gave my cunt another surprisingly gentle slap, but
it still felt as if I had touched a bolt of lightning.

“
No,” I whispered, fearing
he’d stop playing with me. “Let me please you. Let me show you I
can be good.”

He made a rough sound in his throat. “Fine.
We’ll see if you can make it up to me.”

The crop hit the floor, and I heard him
walking through the room and opening something with sliding
hinges.

I knew he would come back with something to
punish me for climaxing without permission, and I scrambled to wrap
my mind around what it might be.

“
I’ll be enjoying this.” He
gathered my wrists behind my back, wrapped something that felt like
a rope around them.

His groin pressed against my ass as if he
were about to fuck me from behind. I could only wish. My orgasm had
left me wetter than before.

When he pulled the ropes tight, securing my
wrists behind my back, the material warmed against my skin.

“
I’ll take my pleasure with
you now.”

I couldn’t suppress a yelp as he grabbed me
by the rope around my wrists and yanked me up and off the bed.

On the floor, I sat up on my heels, aware
that my entire body trembled.

I tensed as a hand closed around my breast
and twisted my nipple, and another hand came to rest on top of my
head.

I heard how fabric slid to the floor, and I
imagined him taking off his pants, imagined his erect cock resting
against his stomach.

I licked my lips, anticipating, knowing what
he would make me do.

I was wound so tight I thought I might
burst, when the thick head of a cock pushed at my mouth. Then a
hand fisted into my hair, pulled me forward.

“
Open your mouth,” he said
quietly from above my head.

For him, I did, and he pushed his cock
between my lips. I sucked him in and out of my mouth, my eyes
watering behind the blindfold as he shoved his erection deeper.

“
Deeper,” he growled,
withdrew when I began to gag, gave me a moment to concentrate and
then pushed his cock in even farther. “Take me, take me all
in.”

He fucked my mouth, his thrusts growing
faster and brutal, his hoarse groans arousing me.

I could feel him swell against my tongue,
knew he was about to come in my mouth, welcomed it too when he
pulled out.

I made a noise of protest when I felt him
stepping away from me. My heart beat faster, my breath leaving my
lungs in hard gasps when a hand stroked my cheek tenderly.

His hands wrapped around me from behind,
covering my breasts in his palms, kneading and teasing, while I
rocked my hips, wishing I had my hands free to make myself
come.

He gave me a push against my shoulder, not
hard, but I fell against the edge of the bed because it was
difficult to keep my balance with my arms bound.

“
Get back on the bed, same
position as before.”

I came up on my knees, my heart racing as I
leaned myself onto the pillows again.

I fully realized that I had stopped fighting
his dominance, but wondered what it meant for my relationship with
my husband when a flat palm spanked the right cheek of my ass.