Husband Sit (Husband #1) (12 page)

“I
think she’d be disgusted,” I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.

“Of
course. Even as an adult,” he said, “Alice would be a virgin.”

I
swallowed tightly. He was talking about my ass.

Then
he said, “But not for long.”

My
eyes popped open again and I desperately tried to work out if I wanted this.
I’d never been fucked up the ass. I’d heard it was fabulous, but still. It was
freaky. It might hurt.

Fuck.

I
was unconsciously clenching, and completely unprepared when his tongue slid up
my vulva from the bottom to the top where it circled my clit then rubbed it
back and forth, making everything tingle and throb.

Double
fuck.

My
ass relaxed and I let my breath out on an
Ohhh
. Then I couldn’t help
myself saying, “Oh my God that’s good.”

Being
stretched out and tied up, spanked, scared, and then licked. Holy hell. I was
in heaven.

He
put both hands on my thighs and pushed them open, too far. They ached, and my
ass was hot and hurting where it ground into the table, but somehow that pain
heightened the pleasure of his lazily licking tongue, and my head rolled from
side to side as I moaned under the heavy gingham of my skirt.

I
thought about Finn then, wondering if he’d ever be able to do this. Damien was
an expert. He seemed to know just where to flick his tongue, where to lave it
roughly, when to suckle my clit to drive me higher and faster until my thighs
were trembling under his hands.

He
pulled back for a second to say, “Do you want to come?”

Fuck
yeah!

“Please.
I’ll do anything. Don’t stop.” My brain would explode if I didn’t tip over the
edge. I shamelessly thrust my pussy up at him and he pushed my thighs back down
hard.

“You
will do anything I say,” he said, then licked tentatively below my clit. “You
will beg for my cock...”

“Yes,
yes.”

“Up
your ass.”

The
inside of my mind was suddenly empty. Would I do that? I blinked against my
gingham skirt.

“Alice...?”

“Yes,
Hatter,” I whispered, buying time.

“Tell
me what I want to hear.”

There
was no room in either his voice or the situation for me to disagree.

I
swallowed hard. “Please, I’m begging you. Take me up the ass.”

His
mouth descended and the sudden sharp pleasure of his hot tongue stroking my
clit made me moan, deep in my throat. Then he started suckling and rolling my
clit while his thumbs made circles inside my thighs. Tingles of sensation were
shooting up to my breasts, and when his hands slid down to cup my hot, stinging
ass and squeeze it hard, I cried out in pain. He kept licking, and a second
later I was bucking against his mouth as a white-hot orgasm slammed into me and
shuddered through my lower body, wiping every fear out of my mind.

I
wanted to shout
Fuck!
in exultation, but I pressed my lips together and
held that in. Barely.

I
was trembling so much I didn’t notice at first that he was untying my ankles,
but when he moved me about to loosen the rope I started to hope the ass thing
wasn’t going to happen. But once my legs were free and stretched out again he
unceremoniously rolled me onto my belly, cracking more china, and pulled my
skirt up to cover my head again. Then he grabbed each ankle in turn and tied it
to a table leg, spreading my ass.

I
tried to swallow down fear. Everything else that he’d done to me, I’d enjoyed.
There was no reason to imagine that I wouldn’t enjoy this. Only...I was scared.

With
sudden inspiration, I made my voice small and said, “Hatter, I’m frightened.
Don’t hurt me.”

He
stroked my hot, stinging ass, and said, “I already have,” as though admiring
his handiwork.

“No,
that was pleasure. I liked the spanking.”

“You
were a naughty girl wearing no panties. You deserved it.”

I
heard sounds behind me and wondered if he was stripping off. Then I felt a
sharp pain on my butt, accompanied by a snapping sound.

I
cried out, then bit my lip.

He
laughed and stroked my ass again, right where he’d whacked it. “The belt hurts
more than my hand, doesn’t it, Alice?”

“You
said you’d do something else.” Not that I wasn’t still scared of anal sex, but
it had to be better than having your ass whipped.

“Soon
enough,” he said, and I gritted my teeth as he whipped me twice more. It stung
sharply, but incredibly, it was making me horny again, throbbing around my clit
and my nipples, as though another orgasm was building. “Is that enough of a
punishment? Or do you deserve more?”

I
knew he wanted me to beg for him to stop, but some perverse part of me wanted
to surprise him, so I said, “I’ve been so naughty. I think I need more.”

He
said nothing for a moment, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. Some stupid
masochistic part of me wanted to be whipped, dominated, and fucked up the ass.
There really was a very dirty girl living inside me, and now that Damien had
liberated her, she wanted the whole experience.

“Very
well then,” he said, his voice deep and husky, as if he was just as turned on
as I was.

I
clenched against it, but couldn’t help crying out as he gave me five more. My
ass would be sore as hell tomorrow, but I knew it would be worth it. This was
the sort of fucking most people only dream about. And I was getting it for
free. In fact, I was getting paid to experience it! If I lasted the week, Finn
would be erased from my brain for all time, and I
really
wanted that.

I
gasped in a few breaths and said, “Now give me the rest. I’m begging for your
cock, Hatter. Give it to me up the ass where I deserve it.”

He
leant over my back and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently, then not so
gently. They were still sore from the beard-rash of the previous night, but he
rolled the nipples between thumb and index finger, making them ache. His cock
rested against the crack of my ass and I swallowed down fear. This would be
fabulous. I just had to breathe through it.

He
whispered against my ear, hidden by my skirt. “Let’s lubricate that tight hole,
shall we.”

He
straightened and I heard a clink, then a cold wet sensation on my crack.

“Cream
and sugar, Alice?” Something sprinkled across my hot butt cheeks.

I
swallowed again, then his cock pressed against my asshole.

Don’t
clench. Relax.

I’d
read enough Cosmopolitan sealed sections to know what to do. But weird tingling
sensations were coursing up and down my spine. My head felt funny. “Stop.
What’s going on?”

This
was nothing like vaginal sex or clitoral stimulation. It was...odd.

But
good. I liked the probing, right up until he shoved, and the end of his cock
popped wetly into my ass.

“Ow!
Ow!
Stop. Stop. I...
Oh
.”

The
tingling was ten times stronger, and it was pulling in odd places, deep inside
my pussy. My clit clutched on itself, and my breasts tingled where they rubbed
against the table.

He
leant down to my ear. “Be quiet,” he said, then he straightened and I heard
another chink, and more cold sliding down my ass crack.

When
that was done, he gripped me just above my hips, as though to steady me.

This
is it.

I
didn’t know whether to grit my teeth or bite my lip. I knew I had to be quiet.
But there was no way I could stop the “
Ohhh
,” escaping when he slid into
me. The tingling up my spine turned into a rolling wave of pleasure that was so
unexpected my brain was completely overwhelmed. Sparks of white lightning shot
across my body, striking my nipples, my clit, even the backs of my knees.
Pleasure was erupting everywhere, and when he slowly pulled back and slid into
me again, I wanted to scream with the sensations that were careening through
me.

Oh
my God.

This
was the best thing I’d ever done.

The
best.

FUCK!

I
was so excited I wriggled as much I could against my restraints, rubbing my
breasts against the linen tablecloth, and squirming my mound onto it, knowing
that I was going to come again. And that it would be
awesome.

His
hands slid down over my hips to knead my ass which hurt like hell, but that
only made me squirm more.

“You
like this?” He sounded amused.

“
Like
...is
such a...small...word.” I was starting to grunt. My body seemed to belong to
someone else, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure that was sharp in places and
rhythmic in others. It was building, building, and I had no idea what Damien
was doing. All I could feel was the inside of my skin shuddering and vibrating
with such intense sensations I thought I’d faint.

Then
his fingers reached under me and clutched into my mound and I screamed as the
orgasm hit me. I heard the sound of it echoing in my ears—half pain and half
elation but he continued to pound into me for a long time, while aftershocks
shuddered through me and eventually I wanted him to stop. Then I felt the
swelling and he slammed into me, shouting “There! Take that!”

I
wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Molotov.

I
waited quietly while he stood panting behind me for a good minute, then at last
he pulled out and I shuddered again at the odd sensation that felt
frighteningly like I needed the toilet.

“I’m
going out for dinner,” he said shortly, and soon I felt the ropes loosen and
fall from my ankles and then my arms.

I
was so limp it didn’t matter. I just lay there on my belly, sprawled across the
table, my ass exposed and the dress pushed up over my head.

“Stay
here until I’m gone, then wash up. I might want your ass again later.” That
didn’t sound comfortable, so I was formulating a
Can we wait until tomorrow
reply when he added, “You seem to like pain, so we’ll do more of that. It makes
orgasms stronger, yes?”

He
slapped me hard on the ass and it hurt. A lot. With no arousal to buffer it,
pain was just pain, and I didn’t want more until this lot had settled down. Not
tonight. Maybe not for the rest of the week.

I
opened my mouth but he kept on talking.

“I
can see why my wife does this. It makes you feel powerful.” He slapped me
again, cruelly. Then he squeezed my ass, digging his fingernails in. “I must
find her crop. You’ll like that.”

I
swallowed and kept my mouth shut. There was no point arguing with him. I’d
acted as if I loved every minute of it. The spanking. The whipping with his
belt. Of course, he’d think I wanted more. I’d acted like a complete slut when
he’d had his cock up my ass. And it didn’t matter that it was the best orgasm
of my life. I couldn’t take any more. My butt cheeks were burning, and because
my pussy hadn’t recuperated from last night, both my nether orifices hurt.

I
needed time out.

In
fact, maybe I needed this whole experience to be over.

“I’ll
be back by midnight.” I heard his footsteps walking away. “Wait in my bed.”

I
lay listening to soft sounds from the other end of the apartment, knowing I
should get up, should go to my own bathroom and clean myself up. But my brain
was flipping from an angry
Get out of here. Forget the money and find a
normal husband,
to a more placating
Ask him for the night off. You’re
sure to want sex again tomorrow.

In
the end, I waited until I’d heard him leave, then I pushed myself off the table
and wobbled to my shower with seriously shaking knees. I washed myself twice,
rubbed body lotion gently onto my bright red ass, and cleaned the dining table
up by rolling everything into the Irish linen tablecloth and putting it all
into a cupboard. Let the cleaning lady work it out.

By
then my emotions had settled down and my ass was only excruciating if I tried
to sit. I was erring on the side of
Ask for the night off
, and decided
to order in a pizza so I could think about options after dinner. Twenty minutes
later the intercom buzzer went off and the delivery guy asked to be let into
the building. I pressed a button to unlock the street door and told him I was
on the tenth floor. While I waited, I turned the latches but for some reason
the apartment door wouldn’t unlock. By the time the delivery guy was outside
the door, I was completely flustered.

“Hang
on,” I called through the door, turning the latches first one way and then the
other.

“Do
you want me to leave it on the mat out here?” He sounded like he was in a
hurry, and I’d paid for it on credit card, so there was no need for him to
stay.

“Sure.
Thanks,” I called back weakly, feeling like an idiot.

Then
it was quiet outside and I continued fiddling latches until something cold
settled on my entrails and I suddenly knew, without a doubt.