Wicked Wednesday 315 -Trademarked by Sir

Sir and I had discussed this for weeks. It would be a very permanent decision and we wanted to make sure it was something we could both live with, especially if things happened to sour between us (not that either of us see that happening.) I’d read up on procedures and he had studied designs and placements and we shared our knowledge together over supper, laughing and joking about how things would go. I was his little pain slut so who knew how I’d handle that part. He assured me I’d be fine; I was convinced I’d embarrass myself.

Finally after all the talking and figuring out and deciding was done the appointment was booked. Now it was just a waiting game. And that was the worst part. Finally, the day of I made sure I was well hydrated and had eaten and all was in order. We drove to the shop together and in we went. The procedure started out just like any tattoo session did as the design was checked and copied. I was growing more and more nervous. It was a tiny piece though, shouldn’t take long.

The artist disappeared into the back to set up and when they were ready I headed back, bared my left hip, and the design was placed. Sir approved the location and asked the artist not to use any lidocaine. There was a look from the artist to me and I nodded in agreement. “I want to know what this feels like.”

I settled on my side and got as comfortable as I could waiting for things to begin. Sir chatted briefly with the artist and stood watching where he could see my face and watch my reactions. Finally, after what seemed like an interminable amount of time they were ready to begin and pulled on a pair of gloves, picked up their instrument and made the first cut. It took a moment before I registered any pain, the scalpel was so sharp and the cut so shallow. Soon I was lying there quietly just absorbing the pain into me, relaxing into it. Even the artist commented and I merely smiled. Sir laughed softly, “Ohhh, she’ll be fine, won’t you my little pain slut?” I blushed at this and nodded. “Yes Sir, I will be. I might enjoy it a bit too much so you’ll have to forgive me…,” I trailed off embarrassing myself. The artist smiled and nodded. “You’ll be fine. I’ve seen things before during other types of work.”

Slowly the outline of a beautiful lily was done and I could look down and see it. At some point my pussy had gone from a little damp to soaked and I was in desperate need of an orgasm. “Now for the fun part. I’ll be making tiny cuts and peeling away tiny amounts of skin to expose the layer beneath. It will hurt more that the outline did. Do you want me to numb it?” I looked to Sir for an answer but he just smiled at me. “Your choice, babygirl. Think you can take it?” “I’ll try.” I nodded my head and laid back. My artist grinned. “Tough cookie. I’ve seen men twice your size cry at tattoos and they couldn’t even handle the thought of this.”

Now the hard work began and the strangeness of my skin being literally peeled away from my body was at once a strange feeling, enough that it drove me wild. Soon I was panting softly and the artist glanced at me, nodded once and then looked at Sir, who was watching me closely. “Babygirl, let it out and then we can continue.” I took one long inhale and my entire body shuddered for a long moment. I never made a sound though and exhaled slowly my eyes closing blissfully. “Thank you Sir.” “Can you be good and still now?” “Yes Sir.” “Shall I numb it now? The process will go faster if I do.” He nodded to the artist, “I think so. Babygirl got what she came for.” And I blushed like there was no tomorrow. After my skin was numb to the sensation I was able to finally relax and I half dozed through the rest of the procedure while Sir simply watched as the artist was too focused on my skin to be terribly chatty.

Finally, when all was said and done I had a beautiful lily carved into my hip with strict instructions on how to care for it if I wanted the scars to keloid and stand out against my pale skin. I had officially, permanently, and irrevocably been marked as His. The collar I wore could be removed. This could not.

 

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Wicked Wednesday 310 – (The Show Begins)

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Ashby opened the door for the her, “Here you are Miss,” as Jacqui swept into the room, her silken skirts rustling softly in the silence. “The show will begin soon.” And with a bow he left her there alone to find a seat and wait nervously for what she was sure would be both frightening and entertaining. There were refreshments on the low table in front of her and she poured a tiny glass of wine, wondering if she was to be the only observer this night. She hoped she would be so that her embarrassment and inexperience might not be paraded before anyone she might possibly know.

Quickly, her hopes of being alone were dashed as the door opened behind her and much to her dismay it was a group of three young men, who all seemed quite confident and eager for things to begin. They settled themselves quietly, barely sparing Jacqui a glance and talking amongst themselves. “Good,” she thought, “perhaps they will let me be.”

But as she watched the stage reveal itself before her she could sense that she was being watched and she noticed all three of them were staring at her, as if waiting for something. She smiled and nodded politely at them, trying to pretend everything was all quite normal, before returning her gaze to the stage, wondering if they could see the furious blush on her face. Her benefactor had told her these were not generally mixed sex affairs and here she was alone with three strange men about to watch a show of decadence and debauchery. A frisson of fear tingled along her spine and she straightened herself in her seat, took a sip of wine, and stared straight ahead. This was supposed to be a thrilling thing, only she was so nervous.

The lights came up and there was a couple on the stage, locked in a lover’s embrace. A spotlight shone upon them and illuminated every curve and bend of their bodies, the way his strong arms cradled her and the way she clung tightly to him. Jacqui was moved by this alone and her curiosity began to remove some of her fear. As she became more absorbed in what was happening below, she did not notice that the men were moving to surround her. She watched only as the couple moved from a simple embrace to something more intimate, much more foreign to her and she gasped as she watched the salaciousness unfold on the stage. It was a short performance, one that left her strangely wanting something, but she didn’t know exactly what.

Another couple appeared; this time they were both female and that was enough to make her look away, blushing again. That’s when she noticed the young men had moved and she froze. They were entirely too close for propriety’s sake and she was going to tell them so. Before she could open her mouth she felt a hand grasping her arm firmly. “Hey, Doll, why don’t we make our own show?” Jacqui was outraged and pulled away her voice nearing a shriek, “No!” She was simply supposed to watch and learn, without being part of the show. As soon as she cried out he let her go and she withdrew into herself, focused on the stage below and ignoring them as best she could. A soft voice whispered in her ear. “Let us know if you change your mind, Doll.” Jacqui shook it off and despite her embarrassment and shame at being touched so, she realized that the feeling she was having was that of lust. Lust was sinful and she knew that only married couples did the thing she was supposed to be watching. But two women couldn’t marry so why was she seeing this? And why did it intrigue her so? The sex soaked tableau came to an end and a third group took the stage. Two men this time with a woman.

And the things they did to her! Jacqui could hardly believe her eyes and before too long she was unwittingly squirming in her seat. She could feel a dampness between her thighs that she’d never felt before and wondered what it was, what these new feelings of lust meant. Was she a wanton at heart and had never known it? Would she fall prey to her own desires? Or to the men around her? That last thought made her head spin a little and she poured herself another glass of wine, fairly gulping it down this time, hoping to calm herself.

One of the men drew her attention and she turned gasping as she saw that his…his member was out and erect and he spoke to her. “Sure you don’t wanna play? It seems from your movements you just might want a little something.” And he rubbed himself while flashing her a devilish grin. Jacqui’s eyes closed and she took deep breaths inhaling the maleness that surrounded her, plus catching a faint whiff of her own scent. She assumed if she knew then so did these strange men. Would they take her like she’d watched the woman on stage being taken? Was it wrong to want them to?

Her puzzlement was immediately noticed and the first man spoke again. “We can show you what it is really like Doll. That way you won’t go home tonight and just lie awake in bed imagining.” She glanced around at the men once more, noticing the bulges in their pants, except for the flasher that is. She was curious, she had to admit. But good girls didn’t do this sort of thing. Jacqui closed her eyes, trying to resist her baser urges but when she opened them to see a woman getting pounded mercilessly by one man while she sucked off another it was too much. She stood and looked at each of them in turn. “My name is Jacqui. Now what would you gentlemen like to show me?”

They shared smiles and moved closer, the tallest of the bunch moving behind her to undo the buttons running down her back. Quickly she was bared to her corset and stockings and she fought the urge to cover herself. She had made up her mind and she wasn’t going to back down now, not with the way the men were looking at her, as though she were something delicious to eat. And her skin turned pink as she flashed back to an earlier scene of a man with his face nestled between his partner’s thighs. Would they do that to her? Would she have pleasure at their hands?

 

Wicked Wednesday 308 – Gina Drives Ashlee to Orgasm

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Gina giggled nervously as Ashlee kissed her cheek and along the side of her neck. Her giggle was cut short as she felt Ashlee’s teeth scrape her skin gently. She’d never been with another woman and even though she and Ashlee had been dating for several months, they hadn’t made it “all the way” as the saying goes. But Gina had told Ashlee in no uncertain terms that she wanted this, she was ready for it finally.

They laid together in Ashlee’s bed both still wearing a bra and panties that matched their personalities. Gina was feminine and girly in purple satin and lace whereas Ashlee was sportier in simple black boy shorts and a plain bra. That didn’t stop Gina from telling her that she looked good enough to eat, then blushing furiously at her own words. The pair laughed and Ashlee reached for Gina, “You’re more than welcome to have a taste any time you like.” Gina playfully tugged at Ashlee’s long blonde braid and gave her a kiss, one that seemed deeper and full of meaning compared to the kisses they typically shared. Gina’s hands settled tentatively on Ashlee’s shoulders and Ashlee pressed closer causing Gina to slide her hands around Ashlee’s shoulders and run her fingers down her girlfriend’s back.

It was Ashlee’s turn to giggle at the almost feather light touch and Gina pulled her closer to simply enjoy the feeling of holding Ashlee without so much clothing in the way. The pair shared a gentle kiss that deepened into more until the women pulled apart, breathless. Ashlee sat up and did away with her bra and grinned at the slightly stunned look on Gina’s face. “You like?” “Oh my, yes. But you’ll have to tell me what you like Ash.” And Gina reached out a single finger tracing around one pert breast then the other. “Just touch me. Try things you think feel good.”

Gina stroked Ashlee’s skin round and round in circles, getting closer to her nipples with each pass. She varied them tempo and pressure of the circles and Ashlee just relaxed into the touch. With a final pass, Gina reached her lover’s nipples and gave them both a little pinch that made Ashlee gasp quietly. Gina liked the noise so she did it again, over and over until Ashlee was panting with desire. Gina had found Ashlee’s favorite erogenous zone, the one that really got her going in a matter of moments. Ash whimpered as Gina leaned over to flick her tongue first across one nipple then the other. “Feels so good. Don’t stop.” So Gina alternated licking and sucking and biting at Ashlee’s nipples listening to the noises she was eliciting and smiling when she saw Ashlee’s hand reach for her own panties. She helped Ashlee kick them off and then stopped to watch as the other woman teased her clit.

Ashlee was gentle with herself, rubbing the nub back and forth, for a moment before dipping her fingers into her pussy and spreading the wetness across her skin. Gina watched fascinated while Ashlee brought herself to orgasm. The movement of her fingers was hypnotizing and watching them slip inside of her made Gina want to touch too. She reached out tentatively and Ashlee’s wet fingers took hers; together four fingers slid back into Ashlee’s warm hole and Gina grinned with delight as her fingers moved back and forth, touching Ashlee as though she might break. Ashlee’s own fingers found their way back to her clit and she ran her free hand through Gina’s hair. “I like you touching me like that. If you go a little faster and harder I’ll come for you.”

Immediately Gina began to increase her movements wanting desperately to see an orgasm up close like this, wanting to feel Ashlee clench around her fingers, and then to lick them clean. As Gina fingered her girlfriend she reached again for her nipples and began to alternate pinching them back and forth until Ashlee abandoned her clit and took over pinching both nipples at the same time. Suddenly she trembled and swore and Gina pinched Ashlee’s clit the way she had been pinching her nipples. That was the edge and Ashlee fell over it, gushing against Gina’s fingers as she gradually slowed her paced and finally stopped altogether. She smiled at Ashlee and sucked her fingers into her mouth. “Mmmm. You taste good. Can I?” Ashlee grinned at Gina and pulled her close for a kiss. “In a bit my love, but first it’s my turn.”

Wicked Wednesday – Chemistry – (Slow Burn)

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Ian tied Grace over the spanking bench, her lovely ass framed by the shiny, black patent leather skirt she wore. He leaned down and whispered to her, “This is gonna be a slow one. I want to watch your ass turn red under my hands and my tools. Not for your pleasure, but for mine.” She twisted her head to look at him, anticipation shining from her green eyes and nodded. “Yes Sir.” They shared a smile and Ian double checked to be sure Grace was both secure and comfortable on the bench.

Running his hands gently down her back and over her pert ass Ian couldn’t resist giving each round globe a hard squeeze, followed by another gentle caress; over and over he repeated his movements just enjoying the feel of his sub’s ass under his hands growing slightly pink from the rough treatment. Grace was relaxed in her bonds and simply enjoying herself, knowing that he was going to beat her and she was going to love every second of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity Ian’s hands fell away from her ass for a long moment that left her wondering if he was choosing his favorite flogger or just making her wait.

Ian watched her as she grew tense from the waiting. And he waited a minute more just to let that tension build. Then his hand came down, almost gently at first, with more noise than impact, but it was enough to make Grace jump. He repeated these strikes several more times before moving into more forceful hits that made her squirm with delight at the sting and thud of them. Every so often Ian would stop and stroke her ass tenderly.

A small crowd had gathered to watch the pair and Ian quietly pointed out to her how her beautiful ass was on display for the room to see and she blushed despite knowing that there would be people to see her like this. He kissed her cheek then and moved back, placing sharp, staccato slaps across her ass, ones that were meant to draw further attention before he picked up a flogger that he carefully draped across Grace’s ass, letting her feel the leather before he whipped it up through the air and back down hard to kiss her skin. A low moan escaped her lips and Ian repeated this process eleven more times for a total of a dozen hits. Her ass was turning delightfully red now and several onlooker’s had commented on that and Ian’s skill.

He smacked her with his hand twice more and replaced the flogger, before checking in with her to see how she was doing. She nodded at him and flashed a cheeky grin that left him wishing they were more involved than just two people who happened to share a love of spankings and had the opposite personalities to work well together in a scene like this one. Ian wondered if more would ever be possible. They were both single after all. But he took a breath and cleared his mind, getting back to his task.

Choosing a riding crop next it thwacked along her skin for another spate of flurrying blows and she’d started to wriggle against her bonds and the bench. He could tell she was turned on; he knew that if he let her slip away she’d find a dark, quiet corner of the club to get herself off when they were done with her spanking. Ian didn’t want that to happen this time. He wanted to go with her and watch. His blows became more methodical as he swapped from the riding crop back to the flogger and occasionally his hand just to vary things a bit. He wouldn’t want his favorite submissive to get bored on him. Grace, for her part, was anything but bored. She was enjoying each hit as it came to her and wanted more, as much as Ian would give her. And he planned on giving her all she could possibly handle. He knew her limits and knew them well. Sometimes he even challenged her a bit as the need arose for her to have something more with her spanking. Tonight he would do that.

His hand trailed up her back as he walked forward to address her so no one else could hear. “We both know this turns you on. And I know you want to come from it. The question I pose tonight, is do you want to do it in front of all these people or would you prefer to wait?” Grace’s eyes snapped open and she stared at him. This was a completely new question and challenge. She could also see in his eyes that he was curious as to what she would say and where it might lead them. Her eyes blinked a couple times in quiet surprise that he was asking her this and she took a deep breath, knowing this would put them into uncharted territory in some ways. He’d never seen her orgasm before. He prodded her, “Well?” Grace took a deep breath,“Please spank me until I come.” Ian nodded once and asked, “How close are you?” “Close. Something with a bite to it. Please.” He laughed softly, “I bite.” Grace shuddered, visibly turned on by the idea and Ian arched an eyebrow at her. She flashed him that cheeky grin again before he stepped away to pick up a silicone paddle.

Dragging the smooth texture along her skin he smiled as she shivered again and tried to adjust herself to present her ass in the best manner possible. “Good girl.” Ian raised his hand and down came the paddle biting into Grace’s skin, turning it a brighter red than it already was and her breathing immediately changed. “More, she whispered.” He smiled, placed his free hand against the small of her back, and walloped her ass hard. He knew she could handle this and he kept up hard even strokes feeling her body tense under his hand over and over, her body drawing tighter. Grace took a deep breath and just as she did Ian hit her hard one last time with a sharp word, “Now.”

Her breath rushed from her body in an instant and that last hit coupled with the tone of his voice (he could’ve said anything in that tone) set her orgasm free. She thrashed against the ropes hard feeling them dig into her skin, crying out over and over as she orgasmed in front of a crowd for the first time. Orgasmed for him for the first time. All too soon, she hung limp in the bonds and Ian quickly freed her before pulling her close to him and stroking her hair. “Good girl. You did something new tonight and did it very well.” He took an offered bottle of water and held it to her lips as she clung to him bonelessly. She drank a few sips and then just let her head come to rest on his shoulder, relaxed and sated after a good spanking and a better orgasm.

 

Wicked Wednesday 278 – Tattoo – (One and Only)

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He frowned as he sat in the car thinking furiously. He knew he wanted to do this, not just for himself, but for her. But how best to do it? What to use as that perfect symbol? A thousand ideas crossed his mind and were instantly discarded at the same time. Finally, finally it came to him. He got out of the car and headed into the small shop, the best one in town from all his research, and explained just what he wanted done. For her.

The unfamiliar buzz of a tattoo machine humming to life brought him back to the present and he realized with a start that he was really about to get a tattoo for someone else. He’d always heard it was a bad idea, but in this case he felt it was an excellent plan and if things ever didn’t work out, he’d always have the reminder of a love that had changed him in ways he never thought possible. Holding very still he watched the process with great interest as the tattoo began to take shape on his left bicep.

After the tattoo was done, cleaned off, and bandaged up, he headed home to her. Hopefully she wouldn’t be freaked out by the tattoo or his reasons behind it and would approve of his choice. He decided that he would reveal it as part of their evening and he could also explain himself then. Arriving home he greeted her at the door and then set off to put together a simple meal for them to share. The entire time his head was filled with thoughts of how she might react and how things would go. Coming to a conclusion, he smiled, and they ate dinner, chatting quietly about their respective days and simply enjoying one another. She cleared their plates away at the end of the meal and washed up while she heard him puttering around upstairs. When she finished up her task she joined him.

They shared a kiss, then another and another and he almost lost himself in her arms. He wanted to lose himself and to take her with him. But first…

“I have a surprise for you, my Dear.” She looked up at him and watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He’d removed the bandage from the tattoo just moments before so she would be able to see it in all of its fresh and angry red glory. Setting the shirt aside he turned so she could see it, a small bit of jet black knot work in the shape of a heart there on his arm. “This is for you, for us, for always. And you are going to take care of it for me. There is a sheet describing how to care for it in the bathroom. I expect you will gather the needed supplies and will ensure that it heals well, by taking proper care of me and it.” Her eyes widened and she nodded slowly. “Of course, Sir. I will do whatever is needed for you and your new adornment. Thank you Sir for thinking of me, of us, and for taking such a drastic change to show your devotion. I love you.”

Wicked Wednesday 272 – Black and White – (The Socialite and the Mechanic)

On the outside, she had it all. Her life was a whirlwind of glittering galas and charity balls. Her time was filled with social engagements and bad dates with men as rich as she. But those men bored her. She wanted something, someone real, and authentic in her life. Something beyond the boredom of charity work and ribbon cutting ceremonies. But she never knew where to look.

He was a mechanic and while his childhood had been stable and happy, they’d never had much. He scoffed to see these people on television or in glossy magazines, posing in clothes that could’ve paid his monthly mortgage twice over. But he had a good heart and never could resist a damsel in distress.

The teal 430i BMW rolled into his lot just about closing time and Allen rolled his eyes. Probably some jerk looking to get work done and they’d get angry when Allen said they were closed. Not what he wanted to deal with on a Friday night. He just wanted to go home, have a beer, watch the game, and unwind after a long week. As Allen got closer to the car, he could clearly see that the driver had a flat tire. He figured he’d stay and fix it; a flat never took long. His decision was cemented when a pretty redhead with grey eyes climbed from the vehicle. As she approached him, clearly upset, he smiled at her. “I don’t bite I promise. Any idea what you hit?” She shook her head slightly, “Not a clue. I just felt the car start to pull to the side and figured it needed looked at. I wasn’t even sure it was a flat tire.” And she laughed nervously. “But I see you’re closed up for the night. Can I leave it here and have you take a look Monday?” He arched an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at how down to earth she seemed, for driving such a spoiled rich girl sort of car.

“Actually, a flat won’t take long and you look like you’re on your way somewhere. I can fix this up in a few minutes and you can be on your way.” She grinned at him and gave a naughty giggle. “Take your time, I’m trying to avoid a bad date my mom set me up with. Here let me get a picture of the tire…” And she began to furiously text for a moment, clearly explaining to the date that she couldn’t make it and why, complete with picture. “There, that’s one to cross off my list. And she laughed more freely this time, with him joining her. “I don’t know you, but I’d say you’re a devious little minx for that trick.” “Oh, where are my manners? My name is Lana Eggleston.” He nodded, “Allen Green. Nice to meet you Lana.”

The following Tuesday Lana’s cell phone rang with an unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello, is this Lana? It’s Allen from Green’s Auto, I just wanted to let you know that your car is all fixed up and ready to go.” “Oh thank you! I’ll be down soon to pick it up.”

On the cab ride over to pick up the car she caught herself thinking about Allen and how handsome he’d been even in oil stained jeans and a grimy t-shirt, his hands black from his work. He seemed so down to earth and calm. So unlike the smooth talking men her mother seemed to think she’d prefer. Paying the cabbie she stepped out to see her baby parked in the lot and went inside to settle the bill. Allen waved her off, saying the work was on the house and she looked at him “At least let me take you to dinner. Your choice, my treat.”

They enjoyed dinner that night and quickly became an unlikely pair. They were just friends at first, sharing dinners, texting casually back and forth, and getting to know one another. Neither of them noticed when it happened, but the blue collar boy from the wrong side of town and the ball organizing socialite began to fall for one another. Lana knew it first when she was sitting next to him on his couch, drinking a beer and watching a football game and she realized that this could be her forever and she’d be happy with it. She tentatively scooted closer to him on the couch and his arm fell around her quite naturally in a gentle hug. As she settled against him and he smelled her hair and felt her small frame pressed to his he knew it too. “Lana…,” His voice was a hoarse whisper and she looked up at him, long enough to see the depths of his chocolate brown eyes before he pulled her into a full embrace his lips on hers.

They just seemed to fit right together and she nestled against him, putting all of the emotions she was feeling into the kiss they shared. Allen shifted his weight so he could stand with her in his arms and carried her to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss until he lowered her to her feet and looked at her seriously. “Are you sure?” “Are you?” And they kissed again knowing they were both absolutely certain. Moving slowly they undressed one another kissing and touching each new place as it was revealing. She learned that he liked his nipples played with and he learned that kissing the back of her right knee, but only her right knee made her shiver in delight. And that was only the beginning.

Finally they laid down together, still kissing, touching, and exploring. Slowly he kissed and nibbled at her fair skin as she caressed his tanned arms and ran her fingers through his slightly shaggy mahogany colored hair. They knew one another most intimately eventually and were both eager. There was the tear of a foil packet and a few moments later Allen hovered over Lana, looking down at her with such love on his face.

She hooked her legs around his, pulling him closer to her and they made love. It wasn’t fucking (that would come later), but this was slow and gentle, savored by them both. Growing closer to orgasm Lana grew more frantic and bucked her hips against his, only to have him hold her still and shake his head gently at her. And he moved in and out slower than before, easing her, drawing it out, wanting to watch her face as she found her pleasure. A gasp escaped her lips and she moaned his name. He grinned and suddenly rocked back and forth harder and watched her eyes shatter into a million tiny pieces as an orgasm rushed over her. He wanted to give her one more, but that feeling of her wrapped tightly around him was too much and his own orgasm followed, his eyes closed in total bliss before he moved to lie beside her on the bed and snuggle against her. They cuddled there, whispering sweet nothings, until finally sleep claimed them both.

Wicked Wednesday 271 – (Encore)

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The concert was over and Ethan held Megan close to him as they walked back to his car. He’d lubed and fucked her ass during the second half of the concert and she was still thinking about being filled up and stretched by his lovely cock that she missed the words that he said. In a heartbeat she was pulled as close to him as possible and he whispered in her ear. “Attend little one.” Immediately Megan was drawn from her reverie and shot him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry Sir. I was just remembering earlier when you fucked my ass and how good it felt.” He laughed softly and slid a hand down to squeeze that aforementioned ass. “Well since that’s what’s on your mind perhaps we’ll do it again later. After your punishment, of course.”

The drive back to Ethan’s house was uneventful, but they could both feel the hum of anticipation building between them. He pulled into the drive and immediately jerked her across the car to him and kissed her hard his tongue tangling with hers. He finally broke the kiss and looked at his pet and smiled. “Let’s go inside.” He unlocked the door and ushered his submissive girlfriend into the house where she immediately knelt at his feet, her spread thighs causing her dress to ride up almost obscenely. He took in the view and nodded to himself. “Good girl. Wait right there.”

Moments later he returns with a small box and sat down across the room then motioned her over. She stood and walked to him, kneeling again at his feet briefly before he patted the seat next to him telling her she could sit. “I have something for you and then we’ll proceed.” And he handed her the box. Opening it, her entire face lit up as she gently pulled out a delicate silver chain collar. “You’ve earned that my dear and I expect to see you wearing it anytime you’re not wearing one of your heavier collars like you will tonight. You can try that one on later, but for now…” He removed a plain leather collar from his pocket, leaned forward, and buckled it around her neck centering the D-ring and giving it a little tug. Megan leaned into him as he did this and before he could pull away she threw her arms around him for a hug. “Thank you Sir. It’s lovely and I will wear it all the time.” He gave her a gentle kiss, “I know you will pet. Now come.” And he led her upstairs by her collar.

“Strip for me.” Megan giggled and turned her back to him, with a coquettish peek over her shoulder and unzipped the dress letting it slide off her shoulders, her hips swaying to music only she could hear. She let the dress fall to her waist as she danced her way towards him and slipped a bra strap from first one shoulder then the other. Undoing the bra she let it slide down her arms, but didn’t reveal her breasts to him quite yet. As she moved close though he reached for the straps and gave a tug causing her to release the bra. He pulled her closer and pinched both nipples at once making her gasp a little and then grin naughtily. A swish of her hips and she was naked for him, but for her high heels. He smiled approvingly at her and let his eyes rake over her curves possessively.

“Lovely. Now, over my knee you go. Do you know why I am punishing you pet?” “No Sir.” As she settled into his lap he ran his fingers though her long auburn hair, giving a sharp tug, “Because I can. isn’t that right?” “Yes Sir.” And his hand came down hard across her ass, once, then twice, all the way to a count of twenty-five turning her pale skin a gorgeous shade of red that he loved to see. He squeezed and massaged the round globes and she wiggled at his touch. She could feel his hard on through his tuxedo pants and whimpered softly. “Find something you want?,” he asked laughing as he leaned back across the bed and just managed to grab the lube and apply a dollop of it to his fingers. He circled her asshole rubbing gently at the puckered skin and felt her sigh. A little more lube and he slipped a finger inside moving it in and out. Megan moaned softly and wiggled again trying to press herself against his finger. Ethan laughed and stood her up, his finger slipping from her ass. “You’ve been so well behaved all night,” he commented as he began to strip himself of the tuxedo he still wore. “Now you’re going to be better.” And he pushed her backwards until she gently fell onto the bed and went to his knees attacking her clit with his tongue. He licked and nipped and sucked, long and slow, short and fast, and soon Megan was writhing beneath him. He looked up at her to see her watching him and smiled at her. “Come for me.” And his tongue lashed at her clit as she tensed just before her orgasm hit. She gushed all over his face making him laugh and the vibration from his laughter only made her come harder.

He stood and quickly lifted her legs into the air exposing all of her to him and slipped his cock into her lubed up ass, fucking her much more gently than he had during the symphony. His movements were slow and gentle and she trailed her hands down her body, tweaking at her nipples as he fucked her. Those grey eyes of hers closed as she felt her body come alive with pleasure and she tried to lift her hips to meet his thrusts. He grabbed her then and pulled her into him and she moaned.

Soon she had one hand between her legs and the other still toying with her nipples and her cries and moans had become nearly constant as he slowly drove her closer to the edge with his cock. He could feel how badly she wanted that orgasm and he shifted his grip to squeeze her ass, reminding her who she belonged to and that was enough. The orgasm raced through her like fire and she tried helplessly to lift her hips to take him deeper into her. He groaned now and shot his come into her ass, making her tighten around him yet again as she wailed incoherently at the force of her own orgasms. He slid out of her and gently lowered her legs to the bed. “Now that’s my good girl. Better than ever.”

If you’d like to read last week’s Wicked Wednesday post, it can be found here. It is the earlier portion of Ethan and Megan’s evening.