His hand grasped her hair, pulling her head up. He kissed her ear, nibbled on the top of it.
“I love you like this. Like you’re my little slave-girl.”
“Oh, Christ,” she whispered, her cunt clenching upon him at the words. “More, more.”
He spanked her ass, the harsh pain making her cry out. He smacked her once more, yanking her hair harder, her scalp burning. This was getting crazy.
His hips crashed into her over and over, his cock repeatedly striking the mouth of her womb. It just plain hurt now, but the pain was morphing into something else.
Something dangerous.
She hardly ever climaxed from intercourse alone, but she could feel the clenching pleasure, spiraling deep within her belly. “Yes, yes. God, Keihl! So close!”
He growled, his steel grip around her hips tightening, the nails biting into her skin. She felt his seed bathe the inside of her cunt as he groaned out his release. The sensation of his cock pressed hard against her womb, and the semen blooming within her, somehow set her off. She screamed then, her wrists jerking at the cuffs, her cunt clenching him over and over as she rode out her spasms, impaled on his cock. He stayed deep within her as she came, ramming his hips against her in hard, staccato thrusts, as if he wanted to get just that much deeper within her.
He lay over her, crushing her into the cushions of the couch. Absurdly, she was worried that the cuffs would gall his belly as he lay over her, ignoring the bite of the remorseless metal into her own wrists. Her hips swirled under him, and she sighed at the movement of his softening penis in her cunt. She wanted to turn around and kiss it, slowly lick her essence from its inflamed, reddened length.
After a minute or two, he withdrew and sat on the couch next to her. She hid her face, suddenly feeling her exposure like never before. It humiliated her, but rather than infuriate her, it made her want nothing more than to be touched, soothed. By him.
He unlocked the cuff from one of her wrists, leaving the heavy metal to dangle from the other, and gathered her up into his arms. She nuzzled her face into the hollow of his neck, inhaling the cool scent of his cologne, pressing her lips to his heated skin, feeling the thump of his pulse. His hands gathered her legs, tucking them up onto his lap, her ass hanging over one side for his hand to stroke.
“Keihl, that was”—she inhaled, shuddering—”incredible.”
He pressed a kiss to her hair, his hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her ear. “Good.”
They sat in the living room for a while, not speaking, just being together. As the night drew near, the streetlights began to flicker on in the gathering twilight.
“What was it you wanted to tell me, Kirsten?”
She looked up at him, her fingernails tracing through the coarse stubble at his chin. “I like this look on you.”
“Too bad the clients don’t.” He winked at her. “So, what was it? Now I’m curious.”
“
Now
you want to know.” She narrowed her eyes. “After you’ve come.”
“Damn right, wench!”
She playfully slapped his chest.
“Come on, spill it, woman.”
“I like this — whatever this is.”
“The Game.”
“Yeah, I guess. But there’s something I wanted to ask you.”
She could feel her mouth going dry, and she swallowed. Did she have the courage to bring this up? Would Keihl run screaming?
“What’s wrong, Kirsten? You’re frowning. Was I that bad?”
“Oh, God no — not that.” She rubbed her cheek against the warm cloth of his dress shirt. “I’ve been thinking about… this.”
“The Game.”
She nodded against his shirt.
Courage, Kirsten.
“Okay, what about it? Do you want to stop?”
“NO!”
Keihl laughed, hugging her closer to him. “Okay, okay, just asking.”
“Sorry.” She shook her head. “It’s just, as much as I like this, I don’t know how to say this.”
He took a deep breath, and she luxuriated in the sound under her ear.
“Tell me, Kirsten. I’m your husband. Whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”
“I’ve been reading this book — I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this — and it goes over some things. Some things that I… that I think I want.”
“Oh?”
His hand pushed her chin up, and he tilted his head to look down upon her.
Just get it out, Kirsten. At least you can say you tried.
“What if The Game wasn’t a game anymore? What if I wanted more?”
He looked out the windows a moment, the light from the street lamps outside sparkling in his hazel eyes. “What do you have in mind?”
“This book. It actually showed me something. That what I… like. It isn’t so uncommon.”
He looked down at her again. “What do you mean?”
She closed her eyes, and nuzzled him again. “This is hard. Please just let me say this.”
“Okay.”
“In the book a very rich man takes on an innocent girl as his — submissive.”
His gaze snapped back down to hers. “What?”
“His submissive. You know what that is, right?”
“I’m not stupid, dear,” he said with a rueful quirk of his lips. “I know what it is. I’m just — why were you reading this book?”
“Joely loaned it to me.”
“Ah, I see. So, what are you saying? Is that something you want to try?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her heart pounding.
Facing the revealing of a deeply held fantasy to her husband was about the most terrifying thing she’d ever done.
He was silent for several agonizingly long moments, then drew a long breath.
“Keihl, talk to me. I don’t want to freak you out here. Tell me you aren’t freaked out.”
“No, I’m not freaked out. But I need to think about it, okay?”
Cold fear clutched her heart. She shouldn’t have said it! Fuck, she was so stupid.
“Look, if it’s not something you think you could do, just tell me. Please just talk to me. It’s not exactly easy to admit… something like this.”
He laid a finger over her lips, squeezing her chin. Her cunt stirred, and she held her breath.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to try it. I just need to think about if I’m ready to.”
“When?”
“What do you mean
when
?”
“When will you decide?”
He sighed, and cupped her bottom with his hand. She felt his cock rising beneath her, the hardening flesh pressing against the back of her thigh.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter Eight
“T
hanks for seeing me, Tom.”
“No problem, buddy.” Tom sat down on the exam table, and Keihl leaned against the exam room sink.
“Is this too weird? I mean the nurses are probably wondering why a dude has an appointment with an OB.”
Tom chuckled. “You’d be surprised, pal. The nurses have seen it all. Don’t worry about it.”
Keihl paced the small room, his arms crossed over his navy suit.
“So, I wanted to talk to you about what you told me up at the house.”
“Ready to see more?”
Keihl didn’t miss the pleasure in Tom’s voice.
“Maybe someday.” Keihl turned and held out a hand, palm up. “But I need to talk about how. How it works.”
“Why are you asking me this?”
“Kirsten. She told me something a couple days ago, and I’m not sure what to do about it.”
“Okay, what is it? She having cold feet about the baby?”
Keihl shook his head. “She’s so fucking excited. I’m actually scared shitless about it, but at least I have eight more months to get used to the idea.”
“It’s perfectly natural. You’ll do great, Keihl. You love her, and you’ll love the baby too.”
Keihl glanced at him while he paced. “I hope you’re right, man.”
“What did she say that’s spooked you?”
“I didn’t say I’m spooked. Just because you minored in psych doesn’t mean you know shit.”
“Then you’d better tell me before I have to shrink that huge head.”
“Dick.”
Tom laughed, the paper on the table crinkling as he propped his thigh on a padded corner.
“She said she’s interested in… submission.”
“Really?” Tom’s voice was carefully modulated, neutral.
“Yeah, a little surprised. I mean, she’s a tough chick. A lot like Sharon in that regard.”
Tom nodded, steepling his fingers together across his lap.
“I mean, I’m not going to lie: we fucked like rabbits that night after she told me. Three times.” Keihl leaned against the counter again, looking down. “I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“It’s okay to admit that you liked it, Keihl.”
“Now, I
really
know I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“Look, you remember what I told you, don’t you? Do you want to see more? Learn more?”
Keihl looked at his friend, incredulous. Tom seemed as unperturbed as if they’d been talking about sports or the weather. Serene.
“Yeah, I guess. But I don’t want to touch or join in.”
“Look, but don’t touch? You sure?”
Keihl scowled.
Tom held up a hand. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be tempting you. I forget sometimes.”
“Forget about what? The fact that I’m a married man, faithful to his wife?”
“No. I forget that you guys aren’t where we are — yet.”
“What? Look, slow down. What do you mean?”
“My marriage to Sharon has… evolved, over the years.”
Keihl snorted. “I’d say so if you have her eating off of the floor.”
Tom was silent, his gaze fixed on Keihl.
“That was a shitty thing to say, Tom. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Tom lowered his voice. “What I mean is that I share Sharon with whomever I want. Anyone.”
“What? I thought you— “
“You thought I was just fucking with you when I offered to have Sharon take care of you, right?”
Keihl nodded, wincing.
“Nope. I was serious. She’s mine to do with as I please. I enjoy sharing her. I once loaned her out to a group of members who were going out on a hunting retreat.”
“Loaned? What the fuck, Tom. She’s not property.”
“Yes, she is.
My
property.”
“Jesus. That’s way beyond… what we’d consider.
Sharing
her?”
“That’s what I was getting at.” Tom tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. “Like I said, you guys aren’t there — yet.”
“Why does that matter? What does that have to do with this?”
Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “Because otherwise, I’d offer to have you come stay with us for a few days to see how it really works. I could even — train you. But you’d have to be able to “touch” Sharon in order for us to do that.”
“You mean ‘fuck’, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Un-real.
“There is no way Kirsten would be okay with that. Shit,
I’m
not okay with it.”
“Maybe she will be, at some point.”
Keihl stared at his friend. “No, I mean it. Not happening. It’s just…”
“Now that I said it, you’re interested, thinking about it. Seeing where the road eventually leads.”
“Yeah, I guess. I shouldn’t have come. God, I’m an idiot.”
“Stop.” Tom’s voice was firm. “This is the first thing you need to learn.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re not evil, or fucked up for being interested. You’re
not
, so stop. She doesn’t need that from you.”
Keihl had never heard Tom talk like that before. Maybe it was yet another part of him that he’d kept from his long-time friend?
“How do you know what she needs?”
“She’s a sexual submissive. It’s kind of my job to know what they need. With time, you will too.”
Keihl bounced his hip away from the counter, running both hands over his face. “Why? Because she asked about something she read in a book?”
“
Books
, Keihl.”
“No, it was a book her friend gave her to read—”
“Listen to me. Connect the dots, my friend. You told me what you found on her e-reader. Now she’s bringing up trying submission.”
“Heh. Maybe she wants me to submit to her.”
Tom grinned. “Did you see any of that in the books you found?”
“Uh, no.”
Sadistic vampires, cowboys with very heavy hands, strict, no-nonsense husbands. No, not a submissive male to be found.
“Then I think you’re smart enough to draw your own conclusions about what she’s after.”