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  As his hands stroked her and the rope bound her, she felt her mind drifting to that beautifully serene place she now knew was subspace.

  Once she was immobilized, she heard the click and hum of the vibrator. Mike firmly planted one hand in the small of her back, and with the other pressed the vibrator between her legs.

  It was just as hot as it had been at Tony and Shayla’s. Maybe even more so, because Mike had forbidden her from coming the past three days, while he had her give him a blow job every night before bed, leaving her hot and horny and probably the closest she’d been to safewording yet.

  The explosion rocketed through her, heat swelling and bubbling like molten lava from her clit to her fingertips and back again. She arched against the ropes, glad they were holding her so she couldn’t fall off the bench.

  Or get away.

  She loved that he’d taken so readily to this form of domination. And yes, Shayla had been absolutely right when she’d said one night at their book club that anyone who didn’t think forced orgasm torture was torture had obviously never been through it.

  Obviously.

  * * * *

  Mike had nervously watched the exchange between Tilly and the guy, but when no one else appeared concerned about it, he decided he didn’t need to worry either.

  He had feared Jenny might get spooked by it, but she seemed as amused as everyone else.

  And now she was tied to the bench and writhing her way through a series of orgasms.

  Yeah, this. He loved this. He normally wouldn’t think about denying her pleasure, and had only been half joking when he’d told her the first night that he wasn’t going to allow her to come.

  Then she’d given him such a sweet, pitiful, boo-boo lip that he’d instantly felt a little streak of playful evil sprout within him.

  And thus had begun her short-lived stint with orgasm denial.

  Tony, Rob, and others had warned him that once they got started in this, Mike might just discover an inner sadist he never knew he had. He was okay with that, as long as that inner sadist never wanted to derive its satisfaction from making Jenny unhappy.

  If it hadn’t been for twenty-five years of gauging her moods, he wouldn’t have risked denying her orgasms to start with. But when he’d made the comment again while she was sucking on him, she’d let out a soft moan around his cock that told him maybe he was on to something.

  And again the next night.

  And again.

  And now, here she was beautifully coming for him.

  When he finally freed her twenty minutes later, she wore a sweetly glazed look that made him want to take her home right that second and fuck her brains out.

  Instead, he helped her get dressed, got their stuff picked up and the bench wiped down, and led her over to one of the couches to snuggle until she came down from her subspace high.

  As they sat there, they watched Gilo, who had dragged himself to a corner far from Tilly. The man slowly sat up and looked around before awkwardly climbing to his feet and quietly limping out through the door to the lobby.

  Shayla walked over and gave them a silent wave from a few feet away. Jenny motioned her over and sat up to hug her.

  “Thank you,” he heard her say to Shayla. “Thank you guys for taking us under your wing.”

  “Hey, glad we could help out.”

  A few hours later, after watching their friends play, they said their own good-byes and headed home.

  Jenny laced her fingers through his, a sweet smile on her face visible in the dim lights from the dashboard. “Thank you, Sir,” she said.

  “It was my pleasure.”

  She laughed. “I think that’s actually coming next, when we get home, isn’t it?”

  “True.”

  In fact, he bent her over the couch as soon as they closed and locked the front door behind them. It didn’t take him long to fuck her hard and fast and finish inside her.

  “DNA on the couch…check,” she joked.

  They grabbed a quick shower and collapsed in bed. “Thanks for being patient with me,” he said.

  “I think I’m actually glad it happened this way.”

  “Really? Why?”

  She snuggled closer to him. “If you’d given in and tried to do a bunch of wild and crazy stuff, we both might have been miserable at it and too afraid to tell the other. I’m glad we had to put the brakes on. I’m having fun, I’m getting what I need, and I hope you’re having fun and getting what you need, too.”

  “I am.”

  What he needed, the only thing he needed, was to make her happy.

  “Love you, baby,” he whispered.

  She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. “Love you, too, Sir.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  The gaming gang met at Mike’s house that Thursday. Jenny was there because her book club had moved to Wednesday night to accommodate another member’s schedule. Her kids had started karate, and their class was on Thursday nights.

  Jenny stood at the sink, rinsing dishes and smiling to herself as she loaded the dishwasher.

  She felt a slight draft of cool air rush up under her sundress and brush against her wet, bare pussy, a contrast to the warm feel of the silver ankle bracelet she now wore as her dressier day collar.

  Mike walked into the kitchen with an empty glass and stepped up behind her, then pushed her into the kitchen counter. His hard cock fit nicely along the seam of her ass.

  He leaned in. “How you doing, m’lady?”

  “Good, kind Sir.”

  “Hands on the counter.”

  She complied, her heart racing. The others couldn’t see into the kitchen from the dining room. He reached up under her dress and pressed a finger between her ass cheeks, hitting the base of the butt plug she wore there.

  “Who’s my good girl?” he whispered in her ear.

  Her fingers curled around the edge of the counter to keep herself from melting to her knees. “Me, Sir.”

  “Who’s wearing her butt plug like a good girl?”

  “Me, Sir.”

  “Who’s going to get her ass fucked while bent over the couch, her dress up around her waist, as soon as my friends walk out the door?”

  Her pussy clenched, the feeling of the butt plug in her ass making her even hornier. “Me, Sir. I hope.”

  He nipped her earlobe. “That’s right. And, guess what?”

  “What, Sir?”

  “I’ve volunteered for us to have game night here every night for the next couple of months. I expect you to be dressed pretty much like this every time. Shaved pussy, butt plug stuffing that sweet ass of yours, and I will fuck that sweet ass after they leave. Would you like that?”

  Okay, now it was a good thing he was standing there holding her up or she absolutely would melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Oh, and you need to thank Shayla.”

  “Why, Sir?”

  He kissed the back of her neck. “Because she sent me the link to a remote-controlled, vibrating egg. I ordered it today, overnight shipping. It’ll be here tomorrow and we’ll start playing with it, too. You’ll be wearing that in your pussy every Thursday night, in addition to the butt plug. And I’ll be playing with the controller all. Night. Long. I want you to see me get my dice bag out and have your pussy absolutely start dripping.”

  She whimpered. “Yes, Sir.”

  He kissed her, straightened her skirt, then washed his hands. “Oh,” he said in a slightly louder voice, a grin on his face. “Make sure you go into the bathroom and get ready just before we’re done.”

  She felt her face heat, but another wave of need swept through her. “Yes, Sir.”

  She knew what that meant. Get the butt plug out and washed, make sure her ass was well lubed, and have a condom ready for him to use to fuck her ass.

  She wanted to toss everyone out the door but knew that would be rude.

  Finally, they wrapped around ten. No sooner had the door closed on Eliza and Rusty t
han Mike locked it and walked over to her, grabbing her by the hair and marching her into the living room where he bent her over the back of the couch.

  “Where is it?”

  She handed the condom to him, having palmed it a few minutes earlier.

  “Good girl.”

  He lifted her skirt, draping it over her back. Her nipples rubbed against the fabric of the sundress as he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed, hard. “Sweetheart, have I ever told you how much I love your ass?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want to giggle, but the needy sound in his voice almost made her do just that.

  She heard him rip the condom pouch open. Then he was pressing the head of his cock against her rim, slowly thrusting until he was buried all the way to the hilt. “What do we say?”

  Her clit throbbed. “Please fuck my ass, Sir.”

  “Such a good girl.” He slowly started thrusting. “Good girls get rewards.”

  He stopped moving for a second. She heard a click, then a hum, and then he slid the vibrator into her sopping wet pussy and held it there. He must have had it in his pocket or something, but she didn’t realize he’d grabbed it.

  “You know what happens now.” He reached around with his other hand and found her clit.

  She exploded, her ass and pussy clamping down on the real and fake cocks buried inside her body.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Let me hear you. Nice and loud.” He started thrusting, shoving her against the couch with every stroke.

  It felt like she’d never been more alive, doing this, with him.

  Life couldn’t get more perfect than this moment.

  Okay, maybe anal is going to replace giving him blow jobs as my most favorite thing.

  She didn’t know how long he fucked her, or how long she kept coming, only that when he finally exploded and filled the condom, she felt thoroughly wrung out and ready to collapse in bed.

  First he pulled out, but left the vibrator in and running. “Skills test,” he teased. “Make it to the bathroom without dropping that. We’ll take a shower and go to bed.”

  She had two more smaller orgasms from having to keep her thighs tightly clenched around the vibrator and taking little steps to make it into the bathroom without dropping it. That’s where he took mercy on her and pulled it out and shut it off.

  “Such a good girl.” The playfully evil smile on his face melted her heart.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  In the shower, he held her close, his voice slipping back into what she thought of as “Mike mode.”

  “You will tell me if I push too hard or far, right? You won’t let me run our marriage off the rails?”

  She looked up at him. “Only if you promise not to stop doing something, anything, about this unless I ask you to stop first.”

  “Deal.”

  But if he thought she’d safeword for sex, he had another thing coming.

  She was in heaven, and no way in hell would she give that up.

  Not for anything.

  As she lay next to him and listened to him falling asleep beside her, she realized how lucky she was, to have everything they did, a great kid, and now a new lease on their relationship.

  Guess I rolled those dice right.

  THE END

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