“Oh, my love, is it hard to keep that plug in while you’re laughing?” The worries he had were floating away. This was what he needed. Whatever happened hours from now could happen, but in this moment he was safe and happy and making his sub laugh.
Her face was pink, her smile wide as she glared up at him, a ridiculously stubborn look in her eyes. “I can keep this plug in all day long. Do your worst, Master.”
He picked up her other foot, adoring how he circled her ankle with his hand. She wasn’t petite, his wife, but he could top her easily. He put all five of her toes into his mouth, scraping his teeth along her sole.
“Oh, god!” She was lost to a fit of giggles. Her whole body shook, her breasts bouncing beautifully, her hips swaying. “You’re a sadist.”
He put her feet against both his cheeks, admiring her perfect pussy. “I’m not a sadist.”
Her mouth came open as he ran his nose from her heel to her toes. “Evil. You certainly are. You love to make me scream. You love to whip my ass and torture me.”
And she loved the way he did it. But she didn’t exactly understand him—or herself. “It’s not sadism if the partner loves the pain, pet. Sadists want to hurt their partners. You love what I do to you.”
Her hands came up, a brilliant smile crossing her face as she laughed. “Yes, I do. I do, but if you’re not a sadist, what do you call yourself?”
He knew exactly who he was when he was with her. It got cloudy, uncertain, when she was gone, but, oh, when she was close, he knew who he was. “I’m the man who gives you what you need.”
He dropped her feet, making sure they were spread wide. He wasn’t going to turn her over. No. He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her as he loved her, to take her fully and without restraint. He wasn’t going to pull that bullshit “pushing her away” crap afterward. He was going to sink into her and take what he needed and give her something back. He couldn’t promise her anything past this moment, but he would be here with her in the now.
He got onto the couch with her, shifting her so he could move with her body. She gasped a little as he shoved her to the opposite side of the couch, the crown of her head hitting the arm. “Sorry, love.”
“What are you going to do?” Her voice was sultry, her legs spread wide. She didn’t care about anything but the fact that he was here with her, and that made his heart swell.
“I’m going to give you what you need.” He lowered his mouth down, the heat of her pussy damn near killing him.
He placed a soft kiss on her clitoris, breathing in her scent. She’d managed to calm him, to take away his violent tendencies. Her submission had quelled his need to go fast and hard, softening him to the point that he could take his time with her. He pulled her labial lips apart and sucked each one inside his mouth as she gasped and moaned. He ate her pussy, her tangy taste filling his mouth and sharpening his senses until all he wanted and needed was to be surrounded by her.
Her little asshole was clutching the plug like a favorite toy it wasn’t going to give up. He spread her knees wide, but she didn’t let the plug slip.
His sweet sub deserved a treat before he took his prize. He laid the flat of his thumb right on her clit, pressing down with firm intent. He speared her with his tongue, fucking her in long passes as he rubbed the pearl of her clit.
She went off like a rocket. Cream coated his tongue as she screamed out his name and clamped down around him.
She was still shaking as he got to his knees and tore at the opening of his jeans. He’d given her everything she needed. It was his turn. His cock sprang free, and he pulled the plug from her ass, watching her rosette clench around it.
Fuck, that was about to be his dick.
“Let me turn over.” She reached up, caressing his chest, her words lazy and satiated.
“No.” He tossed the plug away and briefly wondered if the janitorial staff would quit en masse, but he didn’t give a fuck. Five years he’d longed for her. Five years he’d been half a man. He grabbed the lube and started working it over his straining cock. “We’ll do this my way.”
“I thought I would be on my knees."
Because she’d never had anal sex before. Because she didn’t understand how creative he could be when he wanted something the way he wanted this. “You thought wrong. I’ll show you about a hundred different ways to do this. But today, I want to watch you. Trust me.”
“I do, Ian. I won’t make the same mistake twice. Show me what you want, Master.” She lifted her hips when he offered her a pillow.
Carefully placing it under her backside, the pillow lifted her pelvis and gave him easy access to her ass.
He joined her on the couch, lifting her ankles and making a place for himself between her legs. Reclining Lotus, as the Kama Sutra would call it. “Keep your feet on my thighs, knees out.”
The position opened her completely to him. He could take her pussy or her ass, and she was utterly vulnerable.
“You look so fucking soft, baby. Do you how vulnerable and pretty you look? You’re just lying there for me, offering me everything. You’re a sweet little sub.” He lined his cock up to her tight rosette. “Do you know who I am?”
“My Master.” Her breathy answer was accompanied by a little smile.
He pressed against her, his cockhead fighting to get inside. “Oh, baby, I’m the nasty, dirty man who’s about to ram his filthy cock up your asshole. Yeah. Do you feel it?”
A little gasp told him she did.
Back and forth he worked, the head of his dick beginning to disappear inside. He stared down at the lovely sight. Her delicate hole couldn’t hold out on him. No. He was a fucking Viking and he was going raiding. “I won’t let you keep me out. Don’t you even try. You let my cock in. You let your Master fuck your ass.”
Her eyes had widened, her mouth coming open in a little O as he forced his cock inside. “I don’t think I used a big enough plug.”
He held his weight off her with one hand and with the other he tweaked her nipple as he continued to thrust inside. “No more plugs for you. I think you like them too much. From now on you only get my cock in this sweet hole. Fuck, you feel good, Charlie.”
So tight. He could barely breathe. Her ass gripped him like nothing before, the heat so different from her pussy. He loved them both equally and promised not to favor one over the other. He would fuck her pussy and her ass and her mouth. He would fuck just about anything on her body that he could push his dick inside because that body belonged to him. His. His. His.