Bondage Anniversary (5 page)

He’d shaken her up admitting he’d visited the fetish clubs, though. It was a dream come true that she’d pushed it away enough to allow him to Top her. He had little doubt it was an issue they’d revisit. If she kept the faith and continued to trust him, he’d make damn sure she had no reason to regret it.

A smile lit his heart, finding her exactly where he’d left her. He doubted she’d moved an inch. Her eyes fluttered and met his as he neared the bed. “Drink this.” He handed her the ice water. Laura sat up, the sheet dropping to expose her breasts as she reached for the crystal glass. Nick was beyond pleased when she didn’t pull it back up. “That’s my girl. You know I love to look at your tits.” Pushing the sheet the rest of the way down, he took the glass from her hand. “Lie back. Let’s give those eggs a rest and get you cleaned up. Bend your knees and spread your legs.”

Laura opened her mouth as if to protest. He raised his eyebrow and, wisely, she caught herself, responding with a demure, “Yes, Sir.”

Nick knew what she had been about to say. That she could do it herself. Not with him as her Dom. She would learn to obey him without hesitation in all matters pertaining to sex and that included aftercare. When she pleased him, which he knew would be all the fucking time, he intended to reward her. And when she faltered, he would use discipline. Knowing they would both, eventually, lead to her orgasms, he wasn’t sure which he looked forward to most.

He was surprised how easily he’d fallen into his role as Laura’s Dom. It came naturally. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wasn’t walking on eggshells anymore. As her Dom, it was his responsibility to see to her needs, her care and to protect her. All the things he’d wanted to do since he’d met her. She just hadn’t been able to accept the power exchange. Finally, she was ready.

First he removed her shoes, garters and stockings. “You are so sexy, Laura. I hope you have an easy day planned for Monday because I’m going to fuck you senseless all weekend long.” He was granted a gorgeous smile that lit the bedroom and a flame in his groin.

Carefully, he removed the eggs then used the washrag to clean and play a bit. Once she was grinding her pelvis into his hand, with her eyes closed and breasts pushed out, he stopped. He wanted her on edge. By Monday morning her orgasm count would surpass all her expectations, but none would come quick and easy.

He tossed the washrag into the bathroom as he ran his fingertips down the inside of her thighs. He loved her legs. Who was he kidding? He loved every inch of her. She rocked her hips, showing Nick where she wanted the attention centered. “Behave, wench.” He rested his hand between her pussy and her navel, holding her still.

As his hand spanned the tiny distance between her hips, he marveled at the size difference between his body and hers. Laura appeared fragile, yet she was strong. Once her body understood what was possible, what it was capable of, there would be no limits. Holy hell, he had a monster hard-on just thinking about it. He pushed himself off the bed, buying some time. Putting some distance between him and temptation. Being a good Dom was all about control. He was learning the hard way it had more to do with controlling himself than his sub.

Nick tossed her a robe. “Put this on. No bra or undies. Meet me at the dining room table in five minutes with the lists.”

He had planned to read through the lists with her naked, symbolic of baring their souls and fantasies with each other. He shook his head, knowing he couldn’t do it. If he kept looking at her, he’d tie her to the table and lose what little control he’d managed to keep a handle on.

He went into the kitchenette and made her tea with cream and honey. After setting it on the table, he poured a snifter of cognac. He opened the curtains, giving them a spectacular view of the resort. City lights twinkled in the distance. Yes, Laura would approve. He took a seat with his back to the wall, facing the amazing view. There was plenty of room for them to lay out the lists as they discussed each option.

When Laura appeared in the doorway, her face had regained its natural complexion. Though beautiful, he preferred the pink flush she had maintained at dinner. “You’re a minute late.”

She cast her gaze downward and her breath stumbled. “Sorry, Sir.”

“If you’re a few minutes late for a board meeting, it’s a power play. You’re letting them know exactly who is in charge. Here, my Angel, I’m in charge. Your Dom gave you an order and you disobeyed.” He paused, admiring the sexy pink blush stealing over her face. “What happens when you defy me, Laura?”

“I must be punished, Sir.” Her voice was breathy and shy.

“Why?” he pushed.

She raised her eyes to meet his. Her teeth bit into her lower lip. “So I learn you’re in charge, Sir.”

“Very good, Angel. Do you believe my hand swatting your ass would reinforce my leadership?” He noticed her nipples pebbling beneath her robe as she nodded. “Good. How many swats do you think it will take to keep it fresh in your mind?”

“I was only one minute late, Sir. I think one would suffice.”

He shook his head, a disapproving expression moving across his face. “I don’t think so. You kept me waiting for six minutes. I kindly granted you five. You tried to usurp my authority and take six. You will receive six swats. Not of the erotic, for pleasure variety either. These will leave your ass stinging for some time. Consider it a small contribution toward your education.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pushed his chair away from the table and waited. Laura turned and looked at the open curtains. He wondered if she would comment. They were toward the back of the suite, with several pieces of furniture between them and the French doors. It would be difficult for anyone to see them, but not outside the realm of possibility.

She bit her lip then decisively pulled her eyes to the floor submissively. Like a kid opening a present at Christmas, he untied her belt and let her robe open. He was so proud of her for not commenting on the open curtains. He considered it another small victory in the battle to break down her barriers and build her trust in him. There was no way in hell he was going to allow the fellow hotel guests to watch him spank his wife. From his angle, he knew the balcony railing would shield her body from view.

He guided her across his lap. This was a position she would assume frequently, he suspected. He wanted her breasts on the outside of his thigh so he could fondle them with ease. This time he would have to refrain. He was setting a precedent. His wife was headstrong and stubborn. He was amazed at how accommodating she had been to this point. She had obviously learnt a lot from all those books and short stories. Still, they had a long way to go. Knowing intellectually she’d find sexual fulfilment through submission and actually accepting the idea were quite different. He needed to be consistent. Each time she consciously or unconsciously tried to Top, he needed to firmly show her he was capable of taking care of her. She was free to let go and enjoy.

“Hold the bar between the chair legs. Don’t let go.” That would give her something to focus on. With his left hand, he reached under her head, gripped her hair and applied pressure until she turned her face toward him. He needed to see her facial expressions. “Do not make a sound, unless I ask you a question. If you need me to stop, say so.” He took his time drawing out the moment.

Taking on DiscipliNation had been great financially, but touring the clubs had been an eye opener. To fully understand the liability issues, he had to delve deeply into the genre. He had to learn all aspects of the D/s relationship. He’d never suspected how important anticipation could be. The more he learnt, the more intrigued he’d become.

To keep himself from doing something stupid, he’d avoided revisiting the clubs once the initial set-up was in place. When there was an issue, he did his job, but he hadn’t accepted André’s membership offer. Laura was his life. He had assumed D/s wasn’t her thing and he loved her enough to accept that. Mentally he’d consoled his Dom nature by believing he was taking care of her, seeing to her needs. By pushing down his need to dominate, he’d been meeting her need to feel in control. Every time he thought about his monumental error, he got angry.

He felt her heart hammering against his thighs. Everything about her turned him on. It had always been that way. Until this weekend, though, she’d been forbidden fruit. Access only allowed with expressed permission. According to Laura, sex was too much of a distraction during the work week, so it had been scheduled for Saturday mornings. Fuck that. From this point forward, she’d be the one in restraints. And he’d make sure she loved every fucking minute of it.

His hand landed a solid smack across her right cheek.

“Unh.”

No doubt it hurt. Before she could analyze it too much, he smacked her other cheek. A lovely pink heat spread across her ass. He started rubbing her cheeks. “You’re doing great, Angel. Remember to breathe.”

Her breath was coming in huffs. She’d flinched on the second swat. Her muscles were rigid, making it hurt more than it needed to. “Relax and go with it. Point your toes inward.” She obeyed instantly. He ran a hand over her pussy and caressed her clit.

The knots in his belly loosened. She was hot as hell. Her pussy was dripping wet. Her body was responding even if her head was having trouble letting go. “Talk to me, Laura. Did you expect to get wet from having your ass beaten?”

Her stomach bunched at the word beaten. Was it another trigger word? Five full seconds went by without a response.

“Who is in charge, Laura?”

“You are, Sir.”

“Damn right and I asked you a direct question. Disobeying will increase the swat count.”

“It hurts,” she answered in a rush. “I didn’t expect that.”

“You thought I’d give you little love swats instead of a real spanking?”

“I frankly didn’t expect you to wallop my ass, Sir.”

Nick was grateful she couldn’t see his grin. He loved her sassy mouth. “But?”

Her body relaxed against him, no longer standing on pretense. “I like it,” she whispered.

“Yes, you do.” Another caress between her legs had her moaning. The third swat was the hardest yet.

“How are you doing, Laura? Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then ask me.”

“Please spank me, Sir.”

Swats four and five came one right behind the other. His cock was so hard he worried the next smack would set him off. Her hard nipples pressed against his forearm. The expression on her face did dangerous things to his heart. She looked so blissful. So perfectly fuckable. How many years had he fantasized about turning her over his knee? Never had it felt like this. His imagination just wasn’t this good. Her submission turned him inside out. He wanted, no,
needed
to give her everything she was giving to him. That was the magic of the power exchange.

“One more.” He rubbed her clit again. He couldn’t remember a time when she’d been wetter. Proof positive he had fucked up before. He would make it up to her. “Do you want it hard or light?”

“Hard.” Her voice was strangled. He moved his fingers deeper into Laura’s pussy. Her labia were swollen and slick.

He growled in approval. It was all he could manage. A primal rush kicked him in the balls knowing his little subbie enjoyed a rough spank. Immediately, he gave her what she wanted. The sixth was the hardest of all. She would be feeling that one for a while. To soften the blow, he circled her clit and finger-fucked her, first with one then two fingers. “I’m so proud of you, Angel. You took your punishment beautifully. You’ve pleased me, Laura. I’ve decided to reward you.” Drawing the tube of lube from the pocket of his robe, he liberally applied it to his thumb and the rim of her ass. While stroking her clit, he entered her ass. Her eyes flew open, and a shocked gasp and short ragged breaths told him she enjoyed it. “Do you like that?”

“Please.”

“Please what, Laura?”

“Please let me come.”

He considered stopping. This had started as a punishment. One look at the pure rapture on her face and he knew he couldn’t. “Yes, Angel, come for me.”

She had been teetering along the precipice. It only took a few strokes before she screamed his name. Her head thrashed as the sensations took her over the edge. So beautiful. He couldn’t wait to do that again and again.

He carried her to bed, wrapped her in his arms and just held her. He’d had no idea it could be this good. He felt ten feet tall. Bringing her pleasure was the greatest gift he’d ever received. Knowing he could do this for her was the biggest rush he’d ever experienced. “I love you, Laura.”

“I love you too, Nick,” she answered, batting away tears.

“Why are you crying, Angel? Did I hurt you?”

“No, Nick. Well, yes.” She giggled. “But I liked it. Loved it really. My ass stings and I feel so…naughty. Will you do it again?”

“Believe me, Angel, with pleasure.”

Nick spent a blissful hour just holding her tightly while she napped. He loved watching the expressions chase across her face. He wondered what she dreamed about. Just as he knew when she’d dropped off to sleep, he knew when she woke. Minutes ticked by as he waited, hoping she would open up to him. Her heart was beating too fast, her muscles were taut. It was his responsibility and right to care for her. He was pretty sure he knew what was wrong. And he was Dom enough to want her to bring it to him. It was too soon. He knew that. She would have to learn to rely on him. He would accept nothing less.

“You’re thinking again.” His voice expressed a hint of his displeasure.

Laura chuckled or sighed. He wasn’t completely sure which. Her uptight side had kicked in.

“I know.”

“Tell me.” He hoped they would reach a point where she came to him without urging.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. We need to talk about this. Communication is essential for this to work.” Nick was willing to meet her halfway, but she had to give him something to work with.

“I don’t want it to work. I can’t do this. This isn’t me. I’m not some pain slut.” Mental anguish poured from each word she spoke.