Authors: D. T. Jones
Once the beads were in place, he began to massage her firm buttocks, easing her into a relaxed, comfortable state of acceptance. He walked back to the bed and removed the
leather hand and the wand before walking back to the table, plugging the vibrator in and caressing her bottom again.
“
I need to know how much you want,” he asked her. “I know you want the spanking and I am more than obliged to please you, but what else do you want?” Sandra was quiet for a few moments and he thought she might not tell him.
He wasn’t used to a woman who didn’t tell him exactly how to make her come and
he was eager to hear her tell him in detail what she desired. He wanted her to be his naughty kitten and would continue to encourage her until she was either too old to listen or eventually relented and spoke up.
“I want the wand
,” she said at last. “I think after you make me come a few times, I may agree to watch some of your movies with you.” Creighton smiled in shock. This was one thing he never thought she would ever agree to, but then that website he found on pregnancy and sex did say that women often experienced unusual sexual cravings while expecting.
“As you wish my queen,” he whispered, quickly striking her bottom with the leather hand. His mind was consumed on which of his private movies he would put on for her to watch as he slapped her bottom again. Then an idea came to him. He slapped her once more, and slowly began to massage her bottom for a moment before walking back to the
table next to the bed. He opened it to find his video camera still hiding inside. He placed it there months before when he was determined to clean up his life for the green eyed beauty he had fallen in love with in America.
Retrieving
a blank tape and the charger from the shelf below the drawer, he returned to her and quietly plugged in the cord, positioning the camera on top of the dresser and pointing it at her bare bottom and pushed the record button. He picked up the wand and turned it on, then slipped it between her legs as he slapped her bottom with his bare hand, smiling at the pink marks that tinted her delicate flesh.
“Tell me again what you want?” he encouraged her.
“I want you to make me come, hard.”
“You like it when you get your arse spanked, don’t you?” he asked her reaching for the leather hand as he turned the speed up on the wand.
“Yes, oh God, yes.” He smiled; there was something very erotic in her mannerism when she was ready to come and it made him hard beyond belief.
“Do it Sandra,” he ordered, slapping her bottom. “Come for me.” He turned the speed up all the way on the wand as he slapped her bottom again, listening to her
deep moans. Another slap and she growled, once more and she cry out his name. Her hands clutched the bar beneath the table and her bottom tightened as he continued to spank her, taking her to that familiar level of release he knew she craved.
A few long seconds passed by before he lay the leather board down and wrapped his fingers around the string holding the beads together. He smiled as he pulled the first two out slowly, listening to her
groan, then tugged them roughly in a firm jerk, chuckling as she screamed his name again. Creighton held the wand against her throbbing wet clitoris for a few more seconds, his lips kissing the red splotches decorating her bottom, his teeth nipping at the delicate flesh before he stopped and turned off the vibrator. He walked to the bag again and removed the mask. He wasn’t ready for her to see the movie he was making and wasn’t about to stop this soon. He kissed her red bottom once more as he moved around her side and up to her head, finding and kissing her lips.
“We’re going to play things a bit different tonight,” he told her. “I don’t want you to see anything more until I’m ready.”
“Can I come off this thing first?” she asked panting. Her legs ached as did her back and she felt like her hips were going to lock on her at any moment.
“Of course
; are you alright?”
“Yes I’m fine and so is your baby, but I need off this table. I would rather you make use of the bed.”
“Can I restrain you as well?”
“You don’t need to ask,” she smiled, sliding her
feet to the floor. Creighton walked her to the bed, sitting her on the edge and smiling down at her. He reached behind her and gathered the pillows to make her more comfortable when she suddenly reached out and took his hard erection in her hands, licking the tip with her hot, moist tongue. He moaned as he straightened up, his hand caressing her cheek as she slid the length of him into her mouth.
“You are full of surprises my love,” he
told her, feeling the tip of his penis slip past her tongue and into her throat, moaning again. Her tongue caressed the length of him as he pulled out of her mouth then slowly thrust back inside, allowing her to suck hard on the length. She was good at this; damned good and he reveled in the sensations she stirred to life.
His penis began to thicken and he knew it would be a matter of time before he either had to let her go or spill his seed into her mouth. He glanced down and saw the knowing smile on her face as he pulled out of her, her tongue swirling around the end of his erection. But before he could think to move away from her, she took him back inside her mouth and gripped his scrotum
with her fingers, gently squeezed. That was all it took; Creighton growled as he felt the surging heat erupt from the end of his shaft, the tip of him slipping farther into her throat. She held him there for several seconds before she moved, dislodging him from her throat so she could breathe.
“You will never cease to amaze me,” he told her in a tone of utter awe.
“Nor will I ever stop being surprised and astonished by you and your depth of erotic ideas,” she smiled. “What’s with the camera?” Creighton’s eyes widened as he glanced to the dresser; he’d forgotten about the small black device that remained pointed at them, capturing all that had just happened.
“You said you would be willing to watch a movie,” he said with a soft blush. “I don’t want to watch another woman; just you.”
Sandra sighed as she looked to the dresser.
“If you continue with this, you have to
swear nobody will ever see it.”
“Only us,” he promised, lifting her chin with his finger so he could look into her eyes, his brow pulling to an astonished frown. “Are you agreeing to this?”
“Why not,” she shrugged. “Like you said before, couples should explore their dark side together.”
“I love you darling,” he smiled, kissing her
hard, tasting the salty sting of his own orgasm against her lips.
Creighton leaned her down across the bed and quickly cuffed her to the
posts before stepping to the dresser and picking up the camera, smiling at the full battery. Purchasing the quick charge device he kept attached to this palm sized camera was the best investment he had ever made.
“Do you still want blindfolded?” he asked taking the camera back to the bed with him and scanning it slowly across her naked body.
“No,” she answered with a deep blush. “I want to know what you’re doing to me.”
“And watch it later,” he promised, setting the small
camera on the end of the leather table nearby so it would pick up the entire bed and all that was being done on it.
Creighton felt more erotic than he ever had
; even in his most desperate hour of perversion. He had taped a lot of women over the years, but never had any of them been as innocent or as trusting as his beloved wife. One more fantasy was being fulfilled, he thought as he strapped her legs to the bottom of the bed. He knew things would change for them in the bedroom and their love life would forever be more erotic than before. His innocent young bride had come into her own and found a desire to walk down the dark side with him.
Sandra
turned a deep shade of scarlet as they sat on the bed later that night, reviewing the tape he had made of them. After making love, she fell asleep in a state of exhaustion, leaving him to edit the homemade movie on his computer. She had to admit, it was near professional quality; he had a talent with cameras and with their final product. He held her in his arms as they watched the movie on the flat screen television in the dark room. She agreed to have their lovemaking taped, but more out of curiosity than anything else, but she had to admit, watching it now was rather erotic. She was beginning to get excited again and he knew it.
Creighton gauged her reaction to what she was watching and knew he would have her agreeing to more illicit
videos as time went by. She sat close to his side, her hand on his chest as they watched themselves playing. He had taken the camera in for several close-ups of her incredible body and watched her to what they were viewing; feeling the heat radiate off her slender body. It was driving him crazier than any movie ever had; his young wife was the subject of his demented daydreams and was displayed on the screen for him to enjoy whenever he chose.
“Why did you agree to this?” he asked her
softly, smiling at the difficult time she was having sitting in one place. Sandra blushed even more - if that was possible - and she knew he was aware of what the video was doing to her.
“I suppose it was just the heat of the moment.”
“Just like at Chang’s studio, when you agreed to have your photo taken nude. I told you, passion has a way of making you do things you normally wouldn’t have consider before.”
“You’re right,” she smiled. “Why else would someone rent the Eiffel Tower just to shag his girlfriend on it?”
“As I recall, you said you wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“And I wouldn’t.”
“What about this? Will you let me tape you again?” Sandra smiled as his hand slid between her legs.
“
Maybe,” she answered, closing her eyes when his fingers found their prey and began caressing her wet labia.
“Only
maybe?” he asked in a deep tone, his lips moving to her neck where he began trailing small moist bites along the length of her throat.
“No…probably…definitely,” she
whispered, tilting her head back so he had further access to her flesh.
“Good, because I may have created an orgasm-crazed woman, but you have reintro
duced me to the dark side and I am very eager to keep you there with me.”
Creighton rolled her onto her back and slipped his hand up the hem of his shirt she had been wearing since she woke up, caressing and teasing the hard pebble of her nipples.
He had just slid two buttons loose from their holes when his phone began to buzz on the side table. He growled against her collar bone and sat up, reaching for his phone and pressing the button.
He listened to his messages as he leaned into her, kissing her navel an
d caressing the outline of his initials across her smooth body. He shut his phone off as his tongue slipped between her labia and began teasing her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth.
Sandra moaned and closed her eyes. The sensation was always one that she mercifully surrendered herself to and she smiled as his fingers dipped into the wet opening of her vagina, pressing the soft pad of flesh on the upper wall.
“Who was on the phone?” she panted, amazed that her brain was still working enough to ask.
“Matthew,” he
said, moving his tongue down farther to meet his fingers as he spread her open for his tongue to join in the torturous thrusting of his fingers.
“What did he want?” she
moaned.
“The house is ready,” he growled against her quivering body, his wet fingers moving to her anus where they began caressing and playing with the tight hole.
“Good,” she gasped distractedly, spreading her legs wider as he slipped his middle finger into her rectum.
“Come for me,” he begged and she did just that; grasping at the covers beneath her as she heard her own voice cry out from the speakers of the surround sound in the room. She smiled and allowed her body to bath him with
her renewed orgasm. Her hips rose off the bed to meet his mouth and before she had the chance to come down, he was above her, his hard erection thrusting into her deep and quick.
Seconds ticked by as they clung to each other, panting and moaning until they again reached
a mutual release, accepting and offering the other their climax. It was an amazing sensation as he filled her up, the heat spreading through her like warm sunshine, bathing her soul. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he fell beside her, pulling her onto his chest. They lay together, hot and sweaty and gasping for air.
“I love quick romps with you as much as I love playing for hours,” he told her, kissing her forehead.
“So the house is finished?” she said, leaning up on her elbow. “That means we can move in?”
“
There is one thing that still needs to be finished and that should be done by the end of the week, then we can move in. That will give us enough time to have a few more private auditions to last at least until you’ve recovered delivery.”
“Think you can wait that long?” she teased.
“That’s the purpose of making these tapes, darling, so waiting will be worth the effort. Besides, it helps stimulate you better than my fingers and tongue can do.”