Eve

Our conversation lulled and both our plates were empty. I looked between them and back up to Scott. I’d known him for so long that I knew what he was thinking, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“I want to see you strip, then take these to the sink,” he said.

“Oh we’re starting this now?” I quipped, but began to stand up anyway. I positioned myself so I was to the side of Scott, he turned on his seat to face me properly. Sexual tension grew inside me. Even though we were fucking more than ever before it seemed like I was horny more than I ever had been.

Scott eyed me as I stood in front of him in our dining room. It seemed like an odd place to strip off, it felt dirtier in here somehow. This is where we held our events with guests. We hardly ever used this room as a couple.

I peeled off my pyjama bottoms first, leaving me in a crop top and panties. Scott sucked in a breath as he watched me.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

I gave him a little spin.

I hooked my fingers into the side of my panties, turning showing him my ass, bending over as I slid them down my body. I felt so sensual. I didn’t usually get to perform in this way, it was unlocking a part of me I didn’t know I had.

With my underwear discarded I turned back around. Just my crop top was left. I pulled it up, letting my tits fall beneath. My nipples were hard, harder than before as the cold air of the room hit them. I pulled my top off and threw it onto the chair I was sitting on.

Scott eyed me silently. He was devouring me. I felt myself growing shy even though he was my husband. I took a deep breath, striding back over to the table. I picked up his plate then mine, and our utensils. As I bent over the table Scott’s hand came up, pinching my nipple, before he groped me. I stilled mid-air letting him play with me. I felt degraded and humiliated all at once, but the pleasure shot from my nipples to my cunt in an instant. I almost moaned.

When Scott let go of me I stood up straight and spun on my heel. I began walking back toward the kitchen. I didn’t look back but I could hear his chair moving and I could feel him following me. I placed everything in the sink then started moving around the small kitchen. I was cleaning up after dinner, piling up all the utensils and dishes I had used in preparation and throughout the day. I placed leftovers into a container so Scott could take them to work the next day for his lunch. Then I was standing by the sink again. The whole time I had been naked and the whole time I was being watched.

“I could get used to this,” Scott chuckled from behind me. I turned to see him sitting on the other side of our breakfast bar. It was directly across from where the sink was. He was staring right at my ass.

I glared at him. “This is mean.”

“You asked for it, I’m only giving you what you want.”

I turned around and grabbed the sponge and soap so I could begin washing up.

“I wasn’t thinking of anything like this,” I shot back. I scrubbed the first plate, rinsed it, then put it in the drying rack.

“What were you thinking?” he asked.

“I don’t really know… maybe you’d tell me to wear something specific when you got home. Or, you’d tell me to masturbate while you were away a certain number of times,” I stammered. I felt flushed admitting such things. Scott laughed but not at me I could tell.

“Those things seem more fun for you than they do for me. Plus, I love you naked,” he replied.

I sighed and continued cleaning up. I was soon almost finished as I would have to soak and wash the oven dish in the morning. As I put the last fork in the holder I felt Scott’s hands on my hips.

“Grab the edge of the sink,” he commanded.

I wiped my hands on a nearby tea towel and then gripped the edge of the sink. Scott pulled my ear into his mouth, biting the lobe. I moaned and a moment later his cock slid against my ass before he pushed himself inside my pussy. I gasped as his thick cock pressed against my walls, stretching me out. My knuckles turned white as he began to thrust into me, fucking me with everything he had.

My mind blanked. The day faded away.

I felt used and I loved it.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he grunted, pushing into me harder. I squeezed my pussy around his cock, moans escaped me, filling the room with our ecstasy. Scott wasn’t quiet either, he was all grunts and curses. He had one hand on my hip and the other he entwined around my body so he could grab one of my tits. He squeezed it and played with my nipple making me squirm against him.

Pleasure rocked my body, he was slamming into my g-spot, and my clit was rubbing up and down the edge of the counter. It was rough but I was used to rough by now. The feeling was overwhelming me.

“I’m going to come,” I stammered.

“Fucking come for me baby,” Scott ground out. I exploded in his arms. He grabbed me by the hair, pulling it as he fucked me into oblivion. I struggled not to scream. He was completely encapsulating.

He picked up his speed. “Fuck,” he let out a grunt as he came deep inside me.

Scott leant against me as his cock went soft. He pulled it out and then wrapped his arms around my waist before laying soft kisses over my collar bone across to my shoulder. I relaxed into his sweet embrace.

“What should we do now,” I said, my breathing still heavy.

“Why don’t we go finish our show,” Scott replied before pulling me back from the sink with him as he took a step back. I was still naked and cum was dripping down my thighs.

“Should I get cleaned up,” I said as we started walking into the living room.

Scott chuckled. “No, I like you looking well fucked. I don’t want you to forget what we just did.”

We reached the living room and Scott sat down, I looked between him and the couch. I knew between my own juices and his cum I’d destroy the couch. It felt like soon enough the whole house would become a biohazard anyhow.

“But the couch.”

“You can sit on a towel,” he chuckled.

“Scott,” I whined. “That’s humiliating.

Scott laughed and patted his lap. “Fine, you can sit here,” he said. I frowned but took him up on his offer, I sat on his lap sideways. It was hard to get comfortable but it was better than leaving a snail trail everywhere. He put the show on and I laid my head against his shoulder as I watched, while Scott mindlessly played with my clit. I could already tell it would be a long night.

“Time to get up, sweetheart,” Scott’s voice played in my mind. My eyes fluttered open, I was just waking up anyway, but his voice pulled me out of my sleep completely.

“What time is it?”

“Seven-thirty,” Scott replied. I scowled up at him. He was hovering over me in bed. He bent down and pressed a peck to my lips.

“Up,” he then commanded. He lifted off me completely then pulled the covers from my naked body. I rolled out the bed while he stood there watching me. Then I pulled on a random t-shirt of his and some fresh panties.

I stood in front of him, staring up waiting for him to tell me why we had to get up so god damned early.

“Why’re we up?” I whined.

“I cooked us breakfast,” Scott said.

“Thank you,” I replied, leaning against him. My cheek pressed into the middle of his chest, my arms wrapped around his body as I held him. “That’s really thoughtful.”

“You can thank me with that pretty little mouth of yours once we’re done,” Scott growled, slapping my ass, hard. I groaned against him, the sting spreading through my lower half.

We soon separated and walked out to where he had laid breakfast out in the kitchen. A proper cooked breakfast with bacon, eggs, and avocado on toast. I plated some for myself and Scott followed.

“Why don’t we sit out the back on the deck,” he said, but it wasn’t a question. I followed him out the back and we sat at the table adjacent from each other as we did in the dining room last night.

“On your knees,” Scott said less than five minutes after I finished eating.

“I’m afraid if you gag me right now, I’ll puke all over you,” I replied, in earnest.

“If I thought you were lying, I’d belt you but that’s fair. Go get me your secret dildo,” he said.

How the hell did he know about that? I only used it when he was asleep and couldn’t go for round two. Or when he was otherwise occupied and couldn’t fuck me. I had always had a large sexual appetite.

“How did you know about that?” I asked, wide eyed.

“I caught you on two occasions,” he said, reaching out and grabbing my hand across the table. His thumb ran over the back of my palm. “Once, I found it in your drawer among your panties. Another time, I woke up in the night and you weren’t there. I got up looking for you and found you fucking yourself on the couch. I watched you but you were too caught up in the moment to notice me,” he explained.

The idea that he was watching me had my head in a spin. He didn’t even say anything either. On the one hand it turned me on, deeply. On the other hand why didn’t he say anything this whole time?

Guilt ate at me. I’m not even sure why I kept it a secret.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything and that you caught me,” I said.

Scott reached out and cupped my face. I leaned into his warm large hand, he smelled so good, all the time even now.

“It’s okay sweetheart. You’re about to make it up to me. Now, go get it. And get me that handle you bought with the flared base.”

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind but I didn’t argue. I just nodded.

“Try, yes Sir,” he nudged.

“Yes Sir,” I said, before standing up. He chuckled as I walked off. Soon I was back in front of him holding the dildo and the candle with the flared base.

“Good girl, now sit down on this chair,” he said motioning to the chair he was just in when I’d left. He turned it so it was facing the house and then he sat where I was.

I sat down. “Yes…Sir.”

“Legs up, panties off,” he told me.

I eyed him but didn’t argue. I pulled my underwear off and handed them to him. He grabbed them before standing up. Scott stood over me and grabbed my cheeks with one hand forcing my mouth open. He took two fingers and stuffed the panties in my mouth, never breaking eye contact. Once they were in completely my cheeks were stuffed and I could no longer speak. No longer argue.

I was sitting with my knees up but spread so Scott got a good look at my pussy.

He picked up the dildo off the table and shoved it inside my wanton cunt. I was dripping for him. He grabbed my hand then wrapped it around the dildo. He pressed the button on the end putting it to it’s highest vibration setting.

“Fuck yourself until I say stop,” he commanded.

I nodded, desperately. Arousal had taken over my senses with the vibrations shooting through me. A deep part of me was desperate to make my husband happy. Desperate to please him.

I think I had what they called a praise kink. But that would be something I have to confess to later.

Scott sat down and then the dildo was in my control. I looked at him looking at me as I slid it in and out of my pussy. Humiliation flooded me as soon as I came to my senses. I had never ever masturbated in front of another person before. Not only that but I was masturbating outside with my panties in my mouth. I let the embarrassment run over me as I continued to shove the dildo in and out of myself in front of my husband. Scott watched me with hungry eyes. He was fixated on me like I’d never seen him before. His gaze kept flickering between my face and my cunt. God. I was going to fucking come.

“Slow down,” Scott growled. “Your orgasms are mine.”

Well that came out of nowhere.

I did as I was told though and slowed my roll. He was standing up all of a sudden and then he pulled the dildo out of me only to replace it with the candle. The candle wasn’t that thick so I didn’t really feel it. He kneeled in front of me, fucking me with it for almost a minute before I was empty again.

Each moment that I waited for his instruction felt endless.

“Brace yourself, sweetheart,” was all he said before shoving the candle into my asshole.

I squealed through the panties.

The pain wasn’t so bad after the initial shock. But I couldn’t believe he had shoved a candle stick up my asshole. I was so horny though that I hardly cared. All I wanted to do was come.

The dildo was back inside me and Scott was in front of me.

“Fuck yourself,” he commanded.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I moved the dildo hard and fast. I needed to come. I pushed in and out trying to focus on anything except the fact I was outside. My head tipped back, a muffled moan escaped me. Pleasure rippled through my body in waves. I shook on the chair, my legs almost falling off. My eyes squeeze shut as I let the feeling take over me.

When my eyes finally opened after an earth shattering orgasm I looked up to see Scott staring down at me. A smirk plastered over his face and a glint in his eye told me that I was in trouble.

“You came when I told you not to,” he said.

I still had a candle stick shoved deep in my ass and the dildo pressed inside me as I was trying to process what happened. I shook my head, disbelief washing over me. “I forgot,” I stammered.

Scott grabbed a wad of my hair from the top of my head. It didn’t hurt so much as I felt manhandled. “Up,” he said.

I sat up and in my flustered state I forgot that I was full. The dildo and candle slipped out of me and onto the ground.

Scott let go of me for a moment and scooped both up. I didn’t even have time to think before he was holding my hair again and leading me into the house.

“Weren’t we meant to go rug shopping this weekend?” I asked as he escorted me over the threshold.

“No sweetheart, those were your plans for us before we started this. My plans are to have you all to myself, all weekend long,” his deep drawl had my pussy clenching. I was trying to regain a semblance of composure when it came to his new persona, but I was failing miserably. I found it endlessly sexy that one of the reasons for Scott’s new found control over me was just that he seemed to want me so damn bad. I always knew he wanted sex and I knew he loved me, but I felt sexy and wanted like we were in the early stages of dating all over again.

“Oh I see…” I trailed off. “I guess you'll be the one making our weekend plans from now on?”

We continued to walk down the hallway and back into the living room.

“Relax, I’m not going to stop us from going to any social obligations. I don’t think it would go over well with either of our families that I have you chained up every weekend.”

“You meant that figuratively, right?”

His low sexy chuckle had fear pricking each and every hair on my body. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.”

“Scott,” I whined, then my mind switched to much more pressing matters. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to punish you.”

I hadn’t really been punished since he fucked my face and didn’t fuck me at all that night. It wasn’t so much that I was on my best behaviour but that we were both getting settled into this new dynamic. At first we weren’t even calling it a dynamic; it was just me relaxing at home and Scott being the breadwinner. Now, the beast had grown horns, and I was being dragged through my own house by the hair for coming without my husband’s express approval.

Scott let go of me for a moment and sat down on the couch. I had half a mind to run, but before my feet could move beneath me he was pulling me over his lap. I dangled over his legs, my bare ass in the air. Scott grabbed the hem of my shirt and began to pull it over my head leaving me naked. I’d been naked in front of Scott probably almost as much as I had been clothed and yet, over his lap like this, and naked, I felt completely vulnerable and exposed.

“Please,” I whined, kicking my legs. Scott sat back on the couch, pulling me with him. I was laying now instead of dangling. He rubbed soothing circles over my bare skin, shivers trickled up my spine.

“Aren’t you the one who brought up punishments?” Scott asked me.

“I guess I did, but you were the one who threatened to spank me first,” I countered.

“I did. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to take you over my knee, Eve?”

That made me shiver. So, this whole time he was fantasising about doing this to me.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Scott’s fingers slipped into the wet crevice of my slit.

“Your personality made me think you’d never have been one to accept a firm hand. But I was wrong, this is exactly what you need.”

Maybe he was right. Maybe I should just accept what he wants to do to me. Even if it might hurt.

“You can use your safe word at any time, sweetheart,” Scott said. Before I could reply his hand swung down and slapped my asscheek. It was hard and stung and spread through my ass. He followed suit, spanking the other side, again, and again. He spanked one ass cheek four or five times in quick succession, all in the same spot, before switching to the other and doing the same.

I was groaning as each hit came down against my skin. It was growing hotter and hotter. Small screams were escaping me, I pressed my face into the couch cushions. I couldn’t believe this was happening. At the same time I felt arousal pooling between my legs. The pain was blurring with the pleasure.

Scott stopped, soothing my ass with his hand once again.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

What a head fuck. He was being so sweet and yet my ass was on fire. The contradiction had my head in a spin.

“Spanking hurts,” I whined.

“It’s meant to hurt,” he chuckled. I felt his fingers at my slit again. I was soaking wet I could feel it and hear it. “But I can make you feel good from it.”

Scott pushed his fingers deep inside me, pressing into my g-spot. I hissed as the pleasure took over my body.

“When did you want to take me over your knee? Before I mean.”

The question had been plaguing my mind since he mentioned it.

“Do you want to backlog all your punishments or something?” he chuckled.

“No, Scott,” I found myself snapping. Another spank, right over both cheeks with his one big hand.

I groaned into the cushions, trying not to scream.

“You’ve got to get a hold of that mouth,” he chuckled.

“I’ll get a hold of your mouth,” I mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing…”

His fingers dove into me again. “It’s like you don’t even want to come,” he chastised.

“No, I need to come.”

Scott chuckled, his fingers pressed into my g-spot. I moaned and stretched out over his lap, before letting myself go limp as he continued to pump in and out of me. Pleasure flooded my body, pleasure and relaxation. I could get used to this, laying about all the time getting fucked and orgasming to my heart’s content. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, Scott was doing such a good fucking job.

“Please, Scott. I need to come,” I moaned.

“Ask,” he said as he continued his assault on me. His other finger came down and somehow pressed into my clit at the same time. I almost burst, but I knew not to make that mistake twice.

“Please, please can I come,” I begged.

“I like the sound of you begging for me. Come sweetheart, come for me,” he purred.

Electricity sparked and exploded in my core all at once, fireworks throughout my whole body. I stretched and moaned around his fingers. My orgasm subsided and I melted onto his lap. The heat in my ass mixed with the pleasure in my body. I tried to get up but my body was limp from everything that had happened.

Scott wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me, he twisted me, and placed me into a seated position so we were face to face. My ass stung as it pressed against his legs. Heat flooded my lower half. I pouted at Scott but he just looked down at me with hungry eyes.

“What?” I asked.

“You have come twice, and I have not even come once. You’re a greedy little girl,” he told me.

“Oh no, well you can’t fuck me like this, my ass is all red and sore. Should have thought about it before you spanked me,” I teased him.

Scott laughed, a full belly, head tip back laugh. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. My breath left my lungs, all thought in my mind disappeared, my hands wrapped around his neck and I leaned in deeper into him. He nipped at my my lower lip, making me moan, before pulling back from me.

“Get your ass up stairs, on the bed, on all fours. Now, baby,” Scott commanded.

He didn’t need to tell me twice.

Any teasing I had been doing before melted away from me. I jumped up from his lap and scurried through the house. I went upstairs and down the hall into our bedroom. I was on the bed in a second positioning myself as Scott told me to.

Scott was making me wait for it. He wanted to see if I could stay in place and listen. I was known to wonder and get bored at the best of times. Anticipation ran up and down the length of my spine. It felt like the room grew hot and cold all at once.

Large warm palms pressed into my wide hips. Scott was here. A thrill zipped through me.

“You were such a good girl, staying in place,” he said. I liked the sound of that, maybe I could earn his praises more often. Scott pushed his cock deep inside me without warning. My back arched. I couldn’t get enough of him. I gripped the sheets in front of me as he started to slam into me over and over again.

“I can be good,” I breathed.

“So, be good more often,” Scott ground out. He continued to fuck me hard, punishing my wanton cunt. His large fingers pressed into my red hot ass. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I fell from my hands, onto my forearms, letting my face press into the mattress as Scott destroyed me.

I was almost collapsing, limp, melting into the mattress, but Scott was holding me up by my hips as he continued slamming into me. I whimpered beneath him, white knuckling the sheets.

“Scott,” I cried out. I was all sensitive from the inside out.

Soon, his movements quickened and he started to make sounds. Grunting, groaning, cursing under his breath.

“You’re all mine, sweetheart,” he groaned before holding himself deep inside my pussy, squirting ropes of cum against the walls of my cunt.

Scott collapsed on top of me, I was flat down against the mattress. He rolled us over until I was laying on top of him. My cheek pressed against his chest. Scott’s hand found my hair, he raked his fingers down my medium brown locks. I felt sated, finally.