A Turn of the Screwed (16 page)

“Here’s the rules,” he said. “
I
do the driving. I’m a Dominant, not a switch. You will not be pegging me, unless I’m ordering you to do it. You won’t be in charge, of me or of Scott. That’s
my
job. I absolve you of that responsibility. If you are really serious about wanting to do this, then you need to understand a few things.
My
rules,
my
way. I might ask you what you want or like, but
I’m
the final authority. I’ll never make you leave, never make you divorce Scott, but
I’m
in charge. Is that something
you
can deal with?”

He never expected the words that fell from her lips. “Yes, Sir,” she said, almost sounding relieved, her whole body language changing.

Actually trying to nuzzle the hand fisting her hair.

Two
years
. For two damn years, since his revelation to her, Scott had kept her in a role she hadn’t wanted, hadn’t enjoyed, hadn’t been comfortable with.

But what did that say about the love she had for Scott, that she desperately tried to be that for him, to fulfill that role for him?

“Scott told me he’s okay with anything we want to do together,” Keith told her. “What do
you
want to do?”

She stared up at him with those sweet brown eyes of hers. “Whatever you want me to do,” she softly said.

“You’re drunk.”

“I’m not too drunk to know what I want.”

He grabbed her hand and placed it on the front of his shorts, over his cock, which was more than a little hard now. “If I own you, I own all of you, the way I own all of him.”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Noel knew the alcohol had loosened her up a little. She never would have said the things she’d said to Keith in the kitchen if she’d been completely sober.

But no, she wasn’t drunk. Not by a long shot. Probably not safe to drive, but she was only buzzed, and well in control of her faculties.

The cock hardening under her hand was a little larger than Scott’s. She couldn’t help the way her pussy throbbed when she thought about maybe getting that cock inside her at some point.

Then again, a blowjob wasn’t fucking. Maybe he wouldn’t or couldn’t do that.

But if this is what she needed to get out of her head, even for the night, she’d do it and damn the consequences later. She was tired of living in fear, of living without knowing what the future would hold. She wanted to take her life back into her own hands.

The irony didn’t escape her.

His hand over hers felt warm, strong, slightly callused in a way Scott’s didn’t.

“Okay, then,” he said, staring down at her. “First, you’re going to suck my cock. You said you’re good. Scott says you’re good. I want to see how good you are. Then we’ll go from there. And from there I mean I’m going to take you to the bedroom and show you the rest of me. I’m going to paddle your ass for getting mouthy with me.”

A tendril of fear ran through her, but she realized it was only making her wetter. “Yes, Sir.”

“Has Scott ever fucked your ass before?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.”

His hand over hers squeezed, his cock thickening even more. “Good. Then the first load you take from me is going down your throat. That means I’ll be able to keep it up longer when I fuck that pretty little virgin ass of yours.”

Now he was rhythmically squeezing her hand, his cock hardening and swelling even more under her palm, under the fabric of his shorts.

“I feel badly you’ve been left out, so here’s the new world order around here—you don’t have to be in charge anymore. I’ll take care of you, and of Scott, in that way. I’ll make sure we’re meeting your needs and keeping you happy. But you have to be prepared to take me as I am. If you don’t want to belong to me, you have to say so.”

He leaned in, his mocha gaze dark, overwhelming. “Part of that ownership means if I tell you to have that sweet ass lubed and loosened so I can fuck it when I walk in the door from work, that means I better find you ready to go when I get home, understand?”

Her mouth went dry. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“It might mean,” he continued, “that you end up on your hands and knees in bed between us, with my cock down your throat and his cock in your pussy. You good with that?”

Not only was she good with it, Eliza’s words about ménages came back to her. “Yes, Sir.”

The fist in her hair tightened, almost painfully, tipping her head back farther. “If I own you, that means you become
my
fuck toy. There might be times I tie Scott up and make him watch me with you. Or there might be times I tie you up and make you watch me fuck him. It means you sleep in my bed with me every night, and it means you are available for me to use whenever I want, however I want. You good with that?”

Her clit throbbed, swelling. She knew she was wet. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Keith wasn’t sure what to do now. He thought for sure she’d say
whoa
, back the truck up, and stop him.

But she hadn’t. Not only had she agreed, but when he’d pushed the envelope, she’d spurred him on, eagerly agreeing to his darkest fantasies as if he’d just suggested they take a trip to Disney.

One more push. “You’re agreeing to be my slave?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You saw what I did to Scott. You want to be my slave, you’re getting your nipples pierced. You need to take what I give you, when I give it to you, how I give it to you. That means if I put a load of my cum in your ass at lunchtime, it stays there all day until you get home.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Dayamn.

Now his cock was really throbbing. Would he fuck with her at work? No, of course not.

Well, maybe not.

For right now, he wanted to try out her oral talents.

With his hand still over hers, he made her unfasten the button of his shorts and unzip them, exposing his cock.

Her gasp of surprise didn’t hurt his ego any, either.

“Yeah, baby. I’m bigger than him. Not by a lot, but by enough. You’ll feel it. Open.”

Her lips parted, and keeping his hand over hers around the base of his cock, and his other in her hair, he slowly started fucking her mouth.

Holy…
fuck
.

Okay, yeah, she was better than Scott. That much he could tell right off the bat. She was a natural cocksucker, using her tongue and never losing eye contact with him while she took every inch he fed into her mouth.

He let go of her hand around his cock for a moment and shoved his shorts down, stepping out of them so he could spread his legs wider.

“Play with my balls, baby,” he hoarsely ordered, circling the base of his cock with his hand again.

She did, her soft, warm fingers exploring, testing, gently squeezing even as he eased more of his cock into her mouth.

“Can you deep throat?”

He took her muffled response as an affirmative and slowly pushed in, until her nose was pressed against him, holding it there for a few glorious seconds until easing back again.

“
Damn
,” he whispered, impressed. He let go of his cock and now held her head cradled in both his hands as he continued slowly fucking her mouth. “You
are
fucking good, baby. Better than Scott. No offense to him, but even he admitted it.”

That seemed to spur her on even more as she eagerly, hungrily went after his cock.

He knew at this rate it wouldn’t take long for him to bust a nut. “Good girls always swallow,” he said as he felt his climax growing closer. “You’re going to swallow every damn drop I give you, understand?”

Another muffled affirmative, and he picked up the pace, thrusting over her tongue, between her lips, closing his eyes and trying to picture Scott’s face as he did this and unable to.

Instead, he enjoyed it, going deep and holding her face pressed against his body as he let out a satisfied grunt, his juices shooting down her throat, the feel of her throat working as she swallowed over and over again.

He realized as he stood there that he’d just been blown by his lover’s wife, the first woman he’d been with in decades.

And he’d liked it.

Really
liked it.

Satisfaction filled Noel. No, this wasn’t a competition, but she wanted to crow, to say
ha
,
take
that!

She kept swallowing Keith’s cum as it pumped down her throat, barely aware that she’d crossed a line.

Hell, she didn’t care she’d crossed it. It wasn’t cheating if her husband said it was okay. And Scott was already sleeping with him. So why not her? She could have a chance to engage in her own fantasies that she’d had about the man.

When Keith finally eased his softening cock from her mouth, he let go of her head with one hand, again holding onto the base of his cock with the other.

“Keep licking and sucking it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Get every last drop. None of it gets wasted.”

She did. He tasted different than Scott, but not in a bad way. Similar, but different enough she knew she’d be able to tell the difference.

Only then did the full ramifications of what he’d said really start to sink in. What she’d agreed to.

Frankly, it made her even hornier.

He pulled her up and off the couch, one hand still in her hair, and led her to the master bedroom. She’d made a point of not going in there once Keith had moved in, and it was strange to see it now.

He led her over to the end of the bed and bent her over it. “Hands on the bed,” he said. “And don’t move.”

She did, the hand disappearing from her hair. She didn’t know if it was just that the alcohol had worn off, or she was so fricking horny now she couldn’t see straight, but her senses felt sharp, alive, her clit on fire.

She heard him open a dresser drawer and rummage around, then the sound of him going into the bathroom. He returned a moment later and she realized he was now completely naked. He reached around her and unfastened her shorts, pushing them and her panties down her hips.

He tapped her right leg for her to raise it, then her left, as he stripped the clothes off her. Her shirt and bra next, him not saying anything as he tapped first one arm, then the other, as he peeled them off, too.

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air and she knew if he reached between her legs, he’d find her pussy soaking wet.

He pressed his body against hers. “You have any dildos in your bedroom? Any vibrators?”

“Yes, Sir. Bedside table.”

“Good. Stay here. Do
not
move.” He delivered a light bare-handed swat to her ass for punctuation and she didn’t look over her shoulder as she heard him open the door and leave the room.

He returned a moment later, and she realized he had brought all three from her drawer.

He spread out a towel on the bed under her, then pushed her down onto it, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Hands stay flat on the bed,” he ordered.

She felt him buckling leather cuffs around her wrists, then he buckled a collar around her neck, and cuffs around her ankles, too. A moment later, she felt him nudge her legs wider apart, wider still, then realized he was tying the ankle cuffs to the bed legs. One final tug on each rope, and she was spread and vulnerable to him.

He leaned over her again, body pressed against hers. “Last chance to say no,” he said. “Tell me red, this stops. Otherwise, you’re along for the ride.”

She took a deep breath. “Green, Sir. Don’t stop.”

Then he whispered two words into her left ear that nearly made her come right then.

“Good girl.”

He stepped away again for a minute. Then he returned, straddling her body on the bed, but facing her ass. He raked his nails up the backs of her thighs, over her ass, down again. Harder, harder still, making her shiver and tremble in anticipation and lust.

Then the
smack
, both hands at the same time on her ass cheeks. He settled his weight on her as he started spanking her, hard, fast, making her cry out and squirm and understanding now why he was sitting on her.

But she wouldn’t safeword. No way in hell. If Scott could take it, she’d show Keith she could take even more and keep taking it, longer, better, harder.

No matter what.

After a few minutes, he switched to something else—she suspected a riding crop—and started on her again. Lightly at first, soon moving up into hard strokes she knew would leave welts and marks all over her ass, if what she’d done to Scott in the past with a similar implement was any indication.

Finally, Keith stopped. He sat up and swung off of her, stepping behind her, his fingers exploring between her legs.

“Oh, look at that. I don’t even need to hunt for that clit, do I?” His fingers rolled it, squeezing it until she cried out and he relented, rolling it more, making her moan.

“Look how wet you are, baby. Such a good girl, getting wet from a spanking. Did you know Scott gets a fucking hard-on if he sees me get a cane out of the closet? Practically begs me for a beating. Because I always fuck him after. You want me to train you to get wet from a spanking?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her nipples rubbed against the towel under her, making it even more torturous in the good way.

He slid one, then two fingers inside her pussy, slowly fucking her with them before working a third in and making her moan. “You’re going to need better dildos than those, baby,” he said. “Those aren’t as big as I am. We need to get you a bigger one.”

His fingers disappeared from her pussy but he lightly smacked her pussy with his hand, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her jump.

“I’m a sadist, and I’m not going to deny it.” He started fucking her with three fingers again, pulling a moan out of her. “You think you can keep up with me, baby?”