The night before they left he decided to take her out to dinner at the same fancy restaurant he’d taken her on their first date.
“And Wednesday,” he said as she left to get ready, “I’d like you to wear stockings under your dress.”
“Yes, Daniel.”
She said it like a perfect little slave, and he stared at her across the table for two hours like she was one. She shifted under his gaze all through dinner while he stared silent promises at her. That was why he’d taken her there, because it took so long to eat. He loved to anticipate the pleasure of fucking her. He loved to watch her squirm, his submissive impatient and hot with lust. He loved watching her and knowing she was his to use at his leisure.
All the way home she fidgeted in the car until he scolded her to stop. She pressed her legs together and looked out the window.
“Yes, Daniel,” she said in that way that made him wild.
Back home, they didn’t make it past the foyer. He bent her over the table right there and unfastened his pants. He’d had every intention of making her suck him, but he found he had to be inside her that very second. She moaned as he entered her, and her hands searched frantically for purchase. He knew she needed to be restrained at times like these. He trapped her hands in his and held them hard at the small of her back. They both came less than a minute later, nearly knocking over the table. She laughed as he bit the back of her neck and then licked away the sting. He unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head, running his hands over her breasts and the flare of her hips.
“Upstairs,” he said. “Playtime’s over.”
In the bedroom, she turned and faced him. God, she was beautiful, so beautiful and brave in her midnight blue garter belt and stockings. He tore out of his clothes and sat on the bed, patting his lap. She knew what to do, draping herself across his broad thighs. He didn’t spank her right away. He spent some time just looking her over, and she waited, not squirming or tensing. He had taught her that, to relax across his lap and wait. Then he gathered her hands in his and held them tight. He spanked her for a long time, longer than he had thus far in their relationship.
He started out softly, just making her bottom flush pink. He got gradually harder, so the pain was always there for her, but he didn’t really mark her, didn’t really bruise her until nearly the end. She was crying by then, sobbing into his leg, gorgeous whimpers and pleas. He loved the sounds she made, and he paused to reach down and caress her lips. She nibbled and licked at his fingers. He knew he would have to let her come soon.
He was hard again by that time, so he tumbled her onto the bed and arranged her on her hands and knees. He reached around for her soaking clit. Jesus, she loved to be spanked. He thrust lube deep inside her ass and put the head of his cock at her hole and pushed inside. Slowly at first, just the head of his cock, and then, when he felt her relax for him, he took her hard, all the way in. She was so warm and tight, a shivering, shuddering receptacle for his pleasure. She started to cry, not because he hurt her. She cried because she wanted to come, and she knew she wasn’t allowed yet.
“Hush. Let me fuck your ass, Wed.”
“Please.”
“No. It’s time you learned patience. Wait for me.” He struggled to imbue his voice with some semblance of strictness as he reeled from the sensation of her ass gripping his cock. “Wait for me, or I’ll punish you. You know the rules.”
She sobbed and shook her head. “I can’t, Daniel. I can’t!”
And she couldn’t. She came a few seconds later. As he’d known she would.
“Naughty,” he whispered in her ear. Well, he would punish her later. For the moment he kept fucking her ass, and even though she’d been naughty, he let her come again before he climaxed inside her. He pulled her hair hard as she orgasmed. The feel of her coming and clenching around him always made him insane. He held her close while they struggled for breath together. When he finally drew away from her, she collapsed on the bed.
“Oh no,” he said. “We’re not finished yet for the night. You came without permission.”
“I know, Daniel.” She looked too fuck-happy to care.
All their toys were packed, the clamps and whips and restraints. He improvised and returned to the old standard, his thick leather belt. That lovely little pervert—just the sound of him pulling it from his pants had her grinding against the bed.
“Don’t you dare.” He doubled the belt over and pulled her hands up roughly to grasp the iron bed frame. “You hold on here, and you don’t let go, girl. And don’t even think of coming. You’re being punished.”
“Yes, Sir.” She was still grinding against the bed, just more furtively. He gave her a sharp crack on her bottom.
“I mean it.”
He gave her twenty, which was the agreed-upon penalty for coming without his permission, but it was a losing battle when she was in this mood. She did come again, sobbing with satisfaction and release, so he added twenty more, because to let it go would have disappointed them both. Afterward he lay awake and looked at her as she slept, at her marked bottom and thighs, at the lacy stockings that haunted his dreams.
Just a few hours later they were holding hands on a plane to Australia. Every so often, she shifted uncomfortably on the soft first-class seat. Then their eyes would meet and they’d smile at the secret they shared.
He had her again, and she had him. God, she had him.
* * *
Ah, Wednesday mused. Airplane daydreams. Or night dreams, rather. Something about the persistent hum and claustrophobic closeness of an airplane cabin lent itself to wanderings of the mind.
It was late at night, and the cabin was dark. Daniel was awake, concentrating on his set-design plans, but she was night dreaming, and her panties were getting more soaked by the minute. They’d been traveling all day, it seemed. Who knew it took so long to reach the Australian outback? But she wasn’t doing so badly, preoccupied by the delicious memories of their playtime the night before. God, he had fucked her and spanked her and fucked her and spanked her some more. He was the most virile and energetic lover she’d ever known, and the most talented too. More than that, he was a kind, loving man. She didn’t know why she’d pushed him away for so long. She belonged with him always, right next to him.
She shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together. She could still remember the feel of his cock in her, hard and thick. She wished they weren’t on a plane, even a darkened plane with their own aisle in first class. She wished they weren’t on a plane, because she really wanted to attack him right then. It was all she could do not to sigh in frustration as she squirmed beside him, grinding subtly against the wide, comfortable seat.
“Little Miss Wednesday,” Daniel murmured, not even glancing up from his laptop. “What are you doing over there?”
She blushed hot.
Caught
. The man somehow noticed every minute shift of her body, every flex of muscle. She looked over at him, at his brows drawn together as he studied his laptop screen. She could see, though, the tiniest hint of a smile at the corner of his lips.
“I’m just thinking, Daniel,” she said with as much innocence as she could muster.
He laughed. “Thinking about what?”
Oh, as if he didn’t know. She shifted again and gave him a look. He looked back at her, then started closing his program. “Go to the bathroom and take off your panties, then come back here. Go. Now.”
“Right now?” She looked around at the other passengers to see if anyone had overheard his quiet words. To her relief, it seemed most of them were sleeping.
“If I have to ask twice, you’ll be sorry later. I won’t spank you on the airplane, but we’ll be going straight to the hotel when we arrive, and we’ll have a very private and soundproof room.”
Point taken. He moved his legs to let her get by, not missing the opportunity to stick his hand up her skirt. His fingers grazed the tops of her thigh-high stockings. No garters on this trip. It was way too long.
“Hurry.” His whispered order had her knees going weak. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She walked down the aisle feeling already naked. His piercing eyes and insistent demands had a way of doing that to her.
She wedged herself into the tiny airline bathroom and looked for a moment in the mirror. In the harsh light she looked pale. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated, as if reflecting the primitive effect he had on her. She reached under her skirt to pull off her panties, and just as she suspected, they were soaked through. She knew he would take them from her when she returned to her seat and inspect them himself and whisper to her,
naughty…
Crap. She hadn’t even brought her bag with her. Her skirt had no pockets, nor did her top, so she balled the silk panties up in her fist and took a deep breath before opening the door. If she had felt naked on the way to the bathroom, she felt ten times more naked on the way back. Daniel watched her return, his eyes alive with that light she had come to recognize well. His lips held back a smile, but she saw it dancing around the edges.
Again, he shifted to let her move past him. “Give me,” he said before she’d even taken her seat.
“Daniel!” she pleaded softly, looking around the cabin.
“Give them to me.”
She handed them over, damp and crumpled, and flushed hot while he manipulated the small scrap of silk in his broad palm.
“Now, Wednesday.” He leaned toward her with a wicked smile. “You are going to sit still there in that seat, and you’re going to tell me exactly what you were thinking to make these panties so wet. You’re going to use lots of descriptive details, and you’re not going to fidget like that.”
She tried hard to still the unconscious and desperate press of her legs against the seat. Her clit was throbbing at this point. Oh yes, he was planning to play with her, and he was going to play with her for a while. Well, it was a long flight for him too, so she couldn’t really blame him. She thought for a moment, planning her words, then she leaned close to him.
“I was thinking about last night. About the things you did to me.”
“What things? Specifics.”
“I was thinking about the look you gave me before you pulled me over your lap. The way you looked at me, it made me want to do
anything
for you.” She breathed the word
anything
, infusing it with all the love and lust she felt. He shifted beside her.
“Then, when you pulled me over your lap, I remember the feel of your rock-hard thighs, and the feel of your leg hairs tickling me. I wanted to rub my clit against your thighs.”
“You did, you silly slut, don’t you remember?” She felt his smile against her ear.
“Yes, I did. At least I tried, but you wouldn’t let me be bad. Only a little bit bad.”
“Yes, you tried hard to be good. I remember, little girl.”
“But it was easier when you held my arm to keep me still while you spanked me. I love when you take me in hand like that.”
His only answer was to lick her ear.
“After that, remember what you did to me then?” she continued in a soft voice. “I can’t think of it without getting all wet and crazy for you.”
Daniel’s face looked hard. “Open your legs.” He pulled a blanket over them while she obediently parted her thighs.
God, she was so fucking wet. When he found her clit with his fingers, she couldn’t stifle a moan.
“Hush, Wed,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t make a sound. Open my pants and put your hand on my cock.”
She did, but she was finding it hard to breathe suddenly.
“Go on,” he said as she stroked his rigid length. “Tell me. Tell me why you liked what came next.”
“I liked how you pushed me onto the bed and pulled up my hips and made me…made me take you in my ass.” She closed her eyes. His fingers were killing her, tormenting her. She could barely put two words together. “I love how it feels when you put the head of your cock against my ass, because I know…” Jesus Christ, she was about to go off. His cock was hard and pulsing while she fondled it.
“Because you know…?” he prompted.
“Because I know how good it’s going to feel when you slide all the way into me and fuck me deep. God, Daniel, it feels…” She pressed her forehead against his, gasping for breath. “Daniel!”