Honeymoon In Bondage

Chapter Two-3

“Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yessssssssssssssss…”

When he finally removed his hand, her body was still thrashing against the workbench, her p***y still spilling juices on the towel beneath her ass.

Alain and Robbie watched her, each man feeling an electric jolt in their crotches, their c***s surging with need.

“Damn! That’s inspiration!” Robbie exclaimed. “And lucky you, you’ll be taking her up the ass instead of using her p***y while those rings heal.”

“Oh, I think I can have her from behind in her puss without doing any damage.”

“You just be careful.”

“When have I not?”

Robbie smiled. “So, the deal is still a go?” he asked, as he was cleaning up and the ravaged female recuperated from the scene.

“I have every intention of reciprocating, my friend,” Alain replied.

“Ella’s special,” Robbie said. “I want her to be as special as Meredith is to you.”

“I think she already is.”

Robbie grinned slyly as they continued to casually converse without a thought to their bound victim.

Meredith was coming around, her ears picking up the strange dialogue between the two men. As much as she was sexually sated, she felt some reason to fear. The furtive words, the implications. The mention of a woman. What did it mean? She strained to hear more, but their voices began to soften into sounds so hushed that she could make out only a word or two. Their backs were turned, and they were near the door. Robbie was obviously leaving. “You tell me when,” she finally heard her husband say, “and thanks for tonight.”

“You be sure she keeps them cleaned…a little salt bath…”

“She will.”

“Good. So we’re set then…the middle of next month as we planned,” Robbie said. Then the two moved from the workshop through the house to the front door.

Meredith had been left alone and bound on the workshop table, hearing nothing else once they’d left the room.

***

A sensuous and blissful fog settled in around Meri’s mind during the aftermath of the piercings, and seemed to remain with Meredith for many days. She carefully nursed her new piercings, getting used to the feel of them, the soreness, the pain, which was sometimes welcome, sometimes not.

When Alain wanted her, he’d have to satisfy himself with her well-trained mouth, or take her doggy-style from behind – not always his preferred form of making love, unless, of course, he’d just punished her ass. After punishment, the cruder form of s*x seemed perfectly natural. After the genital piercings, Meredith had expected more anal s*x, since his access to her p***y was limited. Alain had hardly ever toyed with that special place – special because it always aroused her greatly and frightened her to the same degree. The pain she sometimes experienced during anal s*x was nothing like the pain she felt during other submissive s****l acts. To her, being taken in her backdoor seemed a very submissive, very primal act, of surrender. Thankfully, Alain had always appreciated that fact and tread gently. Yet, given the necessary adjustments that needed to be made in order for the piercings to successfully heal, it seemed surprising that he didn’t exercise his desire for anal s*x more frequently now. She even thought that her husband might be holding back, and she wondered why.

After the shock of the night with Robbie Carvello and his nasty needles had worn off, Meredith finally admitted what a wild ride that evening had been. The rings that pierced her n*****s and inner labia were beautiful adornments she secretly treasured. Within hours they’d become signs of her master’s dominance over her life. She’d stare at them in the mirror, then carefully toy with them in anticipation of what Alain would do once the piercings healed. At first, she kept the pleasures to herself – until one evening days later when Alain caught her admiring the rings as she looked in the full-length mirror in the master bath. Apparently, he’d been there for some time, watching.

“So, what do you see there?” he finally spoke.

She jerked around, backed up and instinctively covered her breasts and crotch. “Oh, Alain, don’t! You surprised me!”

“Did I? Something wrong with admiring my wife?”

“No, nothing at all,” she replied with an embarrassed smile.

“So, what do you think of them?”

She thought a moment, uncoiling from her bound up pose and looked back in the mirror. She smiled again, rather sheepishly, then turned back toward her husband. “They belong to you, like I belong to you.” Her face was flushed, and the aroma of her s****l body seemed to rise up around her in a fragrant aura. As her eyes darkened, she moved toward him like a horny s*x goddess and began to loosen his tie. Her kisses were warm and wet, her lips like soft cotton against his face. He let her have her way with him – up to a point. As she unbuckled his pants and pulled his belt free, she put the sweet-smelling leather to her nose and drank it in, then giggling, she wrapped the belt around her neck and went on to unbutton his shirt, her hands seeking his muscled chest. For a man his age, his body was still hard and firm, so sexy to her roaming fingers. His masculine energy seemed to pour into her. Though she was the aggressor in this unusual moment, he was very much in control. As long as she pleased him, she could continue with his blessing.

“You know how much you turn me on, Alain?” she purred as she took his face in her hands and kissed his lips.

“Certainly not half as much as you arouse me,” he returned. He was amused in that subtle way he had, his lips forming something just shy of a smirk. Still, she sensed what he was feeling, and pressing her hand to his crotch, felt his throbbing p***s jump with life.

“Hummm,” she reacted.

“You like it so much, you get on your knees and suck it.”

He needed no more than to give her a gentle shove and her knees sank into the thick carpet, her hands reaching for his zipper. When she pushed his trousers to the floor, he parted his feet enough so that she could feel for his balls between his legs. She gently rolled them across her palm, while her mouth opened wide and took in his rising erection.

Once his passions were fully roused, he was not so gentle with her. He grabbed her by the back of the head to keep her mouth tight to his crotch and his erection suckled deep. His c**k impaled her to the back of her throat, until he finally let her back away to lave the erection and his dangling testicles with her artful tongue. Her lips, her mouth, her fingers, avidly worked him to a powerful hard-on. By then, the aching was too fierce for more foreplay.

Pulling her to her feet, he thrust her to the bed and climbed on after her. Using her hair as reins, he ravaged her cunt with hard thrusts until he spewed his cream into her spasming p***y. He held her ass against his crotch, groaning until the last of his spasms had died away. Having exhausted himself, he brusquely threw her off.

“Sometimes you behave like no more than a common slut,” he exclaimed, when his breathing finally returned to normal.

“Is that wrong?” she innocently asked.

“No, not at all.”

He’d turned off the lights in the bedroom so she couldn’t see the expression on his face, but she imagined that subtle, satisfied smirk was clearly present.