Forbidden - A Story of Love, BDSM and Infidelity (5 page)

She was mine, my pet. My little bitch to
fuck.

I could do with her as I pleased. The beauty
of it was, that it pleased her to be my pet as much as it pleased
me to order her on her knees.

I wanted her mouth around my cock badly, but
I would come too fast.

A flush crept to her face as if she could
guess my thoughts. I wondered if she felt ashamed and if so, how
deeply ashamed she was.

In any case, not enough to not come and see
me. Because feeling ashamed turned her on, as much as the sweet
bite of pain against her skin.

“
Look at you,” I said.
“Dirty whore.”

I swung the riding crop and hit her inner
thigh lightly.

Her lips parted and her nipples grew hard
and perky.

“
You look at me like you
want to suck me off,” I said, placing my hand between her legs. I
slid two fingers inside of her, found her wet. “Do you?”

“
Yes,” she said.

“
And why is
that?”

She hesitated, then said, “Because I’m your
whore.”

Hearing her say those words should not have
turned me on as much as it did.

“
Never forget it,” I said,
moving my fingers in and out of her. “You’re just a dirty slut,
nothing more.”

How could a loving husband ever do that to
his wife?

How could he bring her down to her knees,
bring her pain and humiliation?

He couldn’t.

But fuck, I could.

I’d give her what we both wanted until we
both found release.

“
Kneel,” I said, and she
did.

I pushed my wet fingers into her mouth, let
her taste her own juices.

I’d watched a scene once in a club where a
woman was being raped by three guys, staged play, but it had looked
real enough.

I’d expected to almost come in my pants,
watching her being roughed up and taken like that, but it had done
little to arouse me.

Watching how Jules sucked my fingers as if
it were my cock made my balls ache.

I stepped behind her and swung the riding
crop at her ass. I heard the soft moan that escaped her mouth as
leather met her bare skin with a satisfying snap.

And there would be the gentle sting, the
pain that my smack had evoked.

It wouldn’t really hurt her, the smack. Not
much anyhow.

But all of it implied that she was mine—the
riding crop, the pain, her bare ass, the chocker and of course the
leash.

A slight red mark appeared on her butt
cheek.

It would leave no doubt in her mind that she
was helpless, that she had to fully submit to me. That she had no
choice in the matter.

“
Do you want to please me?”
I asked her and gave the leash another tug, made her sway slightly.
“Do you want to suck my cock?”

“
Yes,” she whispered.
“Please.”

Crouching, I seized her by her neck and
tugged her head up, forcing her to look at me. “What a disgusting
whore you are.”

Even to my own ears, I sounded cruel.

I unbuckled my belt, pushed my pants down.
Wrapping my hand around my cock, I gave myself a stroke. And
because she made me fucking weak, I pushed my cock between her
eager lips.

I closed my eyes for a moment, fisting my
hand into her hair. I pushed deep into her throat, heard her
gag.

“
Take me deeper, “I said,
and she did.

My balls grew taut, and I allowed myself two
more deep thrust, then stopped.

She licked her lips when pulled her head
away from me.

My cock rested heavy against my stomach,
glistening wet from her mouth.

I was ready to come all over her beautiful
face, but what I needed more was to play with her, to make her come
first, to give her what she wanted before I took what was mine.

I pulled my pants up again, grimacing
because not coming was a bitch.

She spread her thighs, just a little, giving
me more to look at.

I stroked the riding crop lightly over her
breasts. Gave her rosy nipples little sharp flicks. I reached
between her legs, stroked my fingers through her folds. Her inner
thighs were sweaty and her pussy so deliciously wet.

She wanted me in her, wanted me to order her
on her stomach so I could fuck her from behind.

Or maybe that was just what I wanted.

She’d feel so good, hot and tight.

I let the flat tip of the riding crop travel
over her stomach.

Pointing with the riding crop to the bed, I
said, “Get your pussy over there.”

She rose to one knee, attempting to
stand.

I hard tug at the choker was enough to bring
her down on her knees again. Tears shot into her eyes. The smack I
wielded had her crying out. There was nothing teasing about how I
had brought the crop against her ass.

“
I’m sorry,” she whispered,
then crawled on all fours toward the bed.

I stayed behind her, leash in hand, and if
possible, I’d gotten even harder.

“
Stop,” I said, giving her
a light tap with the crop. “On the bed, and on your
stomach.”

After she did as I’d told her, she grabbed
one of the pillows and hugged her arms around it. She snuck her
face into the pillow, but arched her back slightly.

I loved looking at her ass. It begged to be
grabbed and kneaded and spanked.

“
Spread your legs,” I said,
slapping her inner thighs with the crop.

I moved behind her on the bed, between her
legs.

She arched her back more, pushing up her ass
more when I stroked the tip of the crop over the slick folds of her
cunt. The pillow she stuck her face in didn’t muffle her moan.

I slipped the crop’s small leather paddle
between her folds and turned it, spreading her open.

She was already spread out beautifully on
the bed.

But something was definitely missing.

I got up the bed, opened the drawer where I
kept her toys and took out the rope I’d gotten her after she’d
first been with me. It’s texture was smooth, flexible, wouldn’t
scratch her skin.

She lifted her head when I stepped close to
the bed. Her gaze was drawn to the rope in my hand and a strange
expression crossed her face, a mix between fear and excitement.

“
You’ll like it,” I said
quietly. “Stretch out your arms.”

Without hesitation, she did.

I tied the pieces of rope around the corners
of the bed, and then made quick work of her wrists, quick work of
her ankles.

When I was done, she was tied up perfectly,
and was perfectly spread out for me.

Kicking off my shoes, I pulled my shirt over
my head. Dropped my pants to the floor. I wanted to feel every hot
inch of skin of hers.

The mattress dipped as I moved behind her,
between her knees. I placed my left hand on the small of her back.
She trembled beneath me, a soft shudder that went all across her
body.

“
Feeling helpless, my pet,”
I asked, palming her pussy with my right hand.

“
Yes,” she said quietly, “I
don’t know if I like it.”

I rubbed her pussy, stroked her clit with my
middle finger until she writhed beneath me.

I held her down with my left hand as she
tried to raise her ass away from the bed. Her shudder changed to a
tremble. Her hoarse groans rang of pleasure, too much pleasure.
Before she could come, I stopped fingering her and slapped her ass
hard.

“
Don’t come until I tell
you too.”

A sharp intake of breath from her, then she
nodded.

I wrapped my hand around my dick, stroked
myself with her wetness still clinging to my hand.

“
I can see every inch of
you,” I said quietly. “Every inch of your pretty spread-out self.”
I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass, over her butthole,
just so she knew that I might eventually have that part of her too.
“Would you like me to fuck you up the ass?”

“
If it pleases you,” she
said, sounding almost defiant.

I grinned. She’d not like me up her ass. I
was too big. But there were other toys we could try. For a moment,
I imagining her lying in front of me, gagged, tied up, with a plug
up her ass. And me fucking that pussy of hers. She’d feel so
fucking tight.

She writhed against the sheets, just in much
need for release as I was. It would make it so much better when I
finally let her come.

But not yet, not yet.

I laid down on her, covering her from head
to toe. My cock slipped between her legs, and I rubbed myself
against her. Air went out of her lungs as my weight pressed her
deeper into the mattress.

She smelled sweet and sweaty as I buried my
nose against the side of her head.

“
How does it feel now,” I
whispered next to her ear. “You can’t move, can’t leave whatever I
might do to you. And now you can hardly breathe.”

Her breathing became ragged as I pressed her
deeper into the mattress, rubbing my cock harder against her. I bit
into her shoulder lightly, and guided myself into her.

Slick heat wrapped around my cock, her
muscles clamping down on me.

We both groaned, my hoarse voice louder than
hers. For a few deep, slow thrusts, we moved in unison caught up in
our lust.

She breathed out with a sob that turned into
a high-pitched cry every time I thrust hard into her. Lust clouded
my mind, control slipped away.

She came, her muscles contracting in
convulsions around my cock.

“
Fuck,” I groaned, and pull
out of her before I come too.

My balls hurt like a bitch and the need to
come so intense I could feel anger rising in me hot and quick.

“
I didn’t give you
permission to come,” I said quietly and I can feel her stiffen
below me, her thighs still trembling.

I brought my hand down, smacked her ass.

Too hard.

I could hear the pain in her voice when she
screamed out.

She sobbed a true heartfelt sob that should
make me feel gentler toward my little pet, but did not.

“
I’m sorry,” she said,
repeating it over and over again.

I smacked her ass again, just as hard, and
heard her sob again.

I stopped when I realized that I wasn’t in
control anymore, that I was losing my temper.

I stood up from the bed, needing to clear my
head. I walked out of the room, leaving her bound on the bed, but
not before slipping a blindfold over her eyes.

Leaving her alone in the room was wrong of
me, yet I did it anyway.

Because hell, she made me lose control and
leaving her blindfolded and bound on my bed gave me the kind of
sick satisfaction I wanted.

She was the most luscious toy I’d ever
had.

And it was time to broaden her horizon. Time
to make her experience something that was sure to push her
boundaries, cross them even.

We’d see if she liked the punishment I had
in mind for her.

I knew I should be careful not to break her,
but, fuck it, she’d get such a fucking adrenaline rush, she’d be
unable to ever forget the experience.

Chapter Eleven

Jules

The bliss of the orgasm had long
subsided.

The pain too.

I imaged the skin on my butt glowing red
from his spanking.

My tears had long dried.

He’d frightened me, for a moment.

It wasn’t that I was uncomfortable, lying on
the bed, tied up. But I was anticipating his return with a flutter
of nerves. Nerves, and something that felt like anticipation.

I knew that I should want to get the hell
out of his house.

But all I wanted was for him to return, to
talk to me, touch me, spank me, fuck me. To make me cry or moan or
needy beyond any kind of sexual want I’d ever felt in my life. I’d
even prefer a hard spanking again over being left alone.

It felt almost unnatural, the way I wanted
to please him, to hear his voice change from harsh to gentle
whisper. To feel his hand giving me a soft stroke.

I’d wanted him, and wanted him to use me
however he pleased.

I tensed involuntarily when I heard the door
open. I cursed the blindfold, being unable to see him was annoying
but at the same time, it made my heart race.

And my heart almost stopped when I heard not
one, but two male voices.

Chapter Twelve

Tom

I’d made a phone call, calling in a favor of
a guy I’d met in a club a few months ago. I’d joined him in a scene
with his wife—the wifey liked to be watched. He was cool and I
trusted him. Key was, he wouldn’t recognize Jules, ‘cause he wasn’t
a local.

He was almost too eager to stop by my
house—I’d painted my little pet as an eager submissive who had
requested this setup—just as his wife once had.

But what I had with Jules was different. She
wasn’t my lover, girlfriend or wife. She had not asked to be shown
off to strangers.

I walked to her and placed my hand on her
shoulder. She trembled beneath my touch, and the muscles on her
legs flexed as if she wanted to jump up and run.

I leaned down to her, close to her ear.

“
We have a visitor, my
pet,” I said quietly. “He will watch you. He will watch how you
spread your legs for me. How I hold you by your hips. How I fuck
you. And you will not say a word, understood?”

Her lips parted, as if searching for words,
and then she nodded.