Brittany’s Evening

Brittany stood by the front door for a long time, reliving the kiss that David had just given her. Finally she took another deep breathe, double and triple checked the locks and headed off to bed. She spent a long time awake that night, just thinking about that kiss and envisioning herself telling David about any of the things Frank had done and possibly scaring him off. Should she tell him? Could she? Did it matter if she did? After a long time of worry and fear she drifted off to sleep. Her nightmares, forever constant, only woke her once that night and letting herself think of the kiss she’d shared with David helped her fall back asleep.

The next morning she frowned to herself thinking it was just a kiss, how could it be affecting her so deeply? But it really was. This seemed to be a new beginning and she was curious to see where it might lead, although also afraid of how it might end. Saturday morning Brittany awoke to her phone pinging repeatedly and upon picking it up found several messages from David starting with “Good morning, Beautiful,” and ending with a suggestion of dinner and a movie at his place. Again Brittany became apprehensive. Would he want more than she could give? She thought for a long moment, weighing her decision carefully before agreeing to join him later.

Later that day she pulled into his drive way, grabbed the bottle of wine she’d brought, hoping that whatever they were having would go well with a red and walked to the door, which opened before she could knock. David pulled her into his arms for a brief hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek, not giving her any time to think. For a brief instant she relaxed into him before he pulled away. He counted that as a win and led her inside where there were steaks finishing in the oven. They smelled delicious and the pair was soon tucking into a delightful meal while they chatted about their week and swapped silly stories about their childhood. He smiled and enjoyed her laughter. It had been rare when they first started seeing one another. David had known he wanted more with Brittany for many months now, but had been very careful not too push too hard, sensing that if she felt scared or threatened that she’d run. And he’d have been right. But right now she didn’t want to run. Having dinner with him tonight was telling her that. She was looking forward to the over the top action flick he’d rented and just being with him.

Brittany looked at David, “I want to kiss you again.” Brittany took a deep breath and placed her hands against David’s chest. She raised her face to meet his and kissed him. She was shy at first, but then remembered the spark that had flown between them the first time they kissed and she grew more aggressive. They were wrapped around each other, kissing and touching and holding on as though for dear life. It seemed that the floodgates had opened for her and she felt like she was making up for lost time.

Eventually they pulled apart and stared at one another wondering what was next. Brittany spoke first, “I’m scared. I’m sorry” And her chin began to tremble, eyes filling with unshed tears. David pulled her close to him and dropped a kiss against the top of her head. “I know you are and that’s OK. But I want you to know that I want to be with you. I love you. And I’m willing to wait for you to be ready for anything that you want.” She raised her gaze to meet his and he saw shock and awe there. “How can you love me when I’m such a mess?” “You’re not a mess. You’re a good woman who’s been through some rough shit.” And he kissed her again gently.

Brittany sighed against his lips and returned the kiss hungrily. She did want more, but she was scared. She realized that she loved him too. His sense of humor, his gentle attitude, and his patience had all won her over, so slowly she hadn’t known it until now. She explored his body with her hands taking in the breadth of his shoulders and his lightly muscled arms. Her fingers drifted down to the hem of his t-shit, toying with it and he let her go long enough to pull it off at which point she leaned in and planted a kiss in the middle of his chest and trailed upwards along his neck and back to his lips. David shivered at her lips hitting a particularly tender spot and Brittany smiled at the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Maybe she was ready for this.

Slowly she reached for the hem of her own t-shirt watching David’s face as she did so. He merely smiled at her and leaned in for a quick kiss before allowing her to continue and soon both her shirt and bra were gone. His eyes widened in appreciation of the sight before him and he pulled her close wanting to feel her body against his. His mouth followed his touch and he began to learn her body. She gasped when he reached her nipples and began to play with them. They were so sensitive and her body arched into his hands as her head fell back. He pulled his lips away and looked up at her. “More Britt?” She lifted her head just a little and gave him the naughtiest smile he’d ever seen. “Yes, please.” He resumed toying with her nipples, alternately sucking on one then the other and her hands reached for her jeans as she made small, excited noises. Suddenly she moaned and her body shook hard which David correctly interpreted as an orgasm from simply playing with her nipples and he was amazed at how responsive she was.

Moments late she was nude in his arms and he stroked her vulva gently, making her whimper, “Please, its been so long. I need you.” That was all he needed to hear and he let her go long enough to undress and grab a condom. She watched him, her widening slightly as she took in the man before her and was reaching for him as he moved over her. “Are you sure Britt?” She nodded breathlessly and they kissed again. David slowly slid inside of her feeling how tight she was and they both moaned, holding onto one another. He fucked her slowly, gently and she matched his rhythm, content to be slow, lazy and loved.

Their sex lasted well into the night; the pair was unable to get enough of one another and kept coming back for more. He feasted on her pussy as she sucked him off and then they fucked again hard this time (in his bed rather than on the couch.) Brittany was amazed at herself and having found love again she knew she never wanted to let it (or David) go.

This is the continuation of a post called “A New Beginning” which can be found here.

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Wicked Wednesday 330 – A New Beginning

(Content Warning: This story discusses abuse, mental, emotional, physical and sexual. If this is something you’d prefer to not read I do understand. Keep yourself safe. Love, Livvy)

Brittany hadn’t been involved in a romantic or sexual relationship in years, not since the night her ex-husband left, leaving her beaten and violated in the process. The trauma had been enough to scare her away from any dating, even though there had been a time in her and her husband’s relationship where they had both enjoyed going out together and picking up pretty young women or handsome men. But as they grew older and Frank gained a bit of weight and felt like his wife was more attracted to other men than to him, the abuse started. It was little things at first, she barely noticed. But by the end, every thing was a fucking train wreck for her. She felt that was lucky she got out when she did and was able to start over. But being alone was…well, lonely.

She’d been through therapy and it helped some and she was on medication that was supposed to help the nightmares go away, but it only made her gain weight, which made her laugh bitterly at the irony there. Frank would’ve beat her and probably worse if she’d let herself go while they were together and now that she was free of him, here she was twenty pounds heavier and still terrified to reach out to anyone for anything. Her co-workers had finally given up on trying to make friends with her and the few friends she’d had before the divorce had drifted away afterwards when they couldn’t reach her through the fog of her own mental anguish. As the darkness ascended, her own terror became palpable every single night. Nightmares full of a hell that she relived over and over, of being held down and raped while he slapped her and called her a whore, waking up tied down and being forced to suck his dick until her shot his come across her face and left her there, immobile until he was ready for her again, and those were the tamer nightmares that she had. The mental and emotional hell had been worse because she couldn’t just disassociate herself from the name calling, the fights used against her, the gaslighting; it was all burned into her brain.

Rarely did she go out, except to handle necessities like groceries and other sundries, but when she was out she was constantly on high alert. Even seeing a man that had the same build as Frank was sometimes enough to leave her backing away in fear and hoping it wasn’t him, even though she knew he’d moved away after the divorce. On one of her trips she spotted a man, about her age, who looked nothing like Frank and watched him covertly as they both did their shopping in the small store. She was lonely she admitted to herself, but could she ever be that vulnerable again?

David watched the pretty, plump brunette that was watching him and wondered how to get her number without seeming too forward. He’d noticed her shopping before and she behaved like a frightened animal might if something unexpected crossed its path. He’d noticed it was always certain men who frightened her and he wondered who had hurt her so badly. He shook his head in frustration, knowing that, while, in his eyes, the good outweighed the bad, there was plenty of bad to be afraid of. It made him angry that a man could be so cruel to a woman, to anyone else, but he wasn’t naive enough t think the world was sunshine and roses.

After Brittany realized she’d been caught watching him, she hurried away, quickly finished her shopping and left. But by sheer coincidence they kept finding themselves shopping at the same time. David dared to smile at her and one time she gave him a tremulous smile in return. It was a good sign he thought. Next time he saw her, he posed a question about the best apples to buy and she took a deep breath before telling him that Fuji apples were her favorite. Her voice was so soft and quiet, he could barely hear her. He didn’t know that her heart was pounding so hard she could practically hear it or that he was the first man she’d spoken to outside of her job in longer than perhaps she cared to admit. Her therapist called this progress. Still the nightmares plagued her. She woke in a cold sweat one night, recalling how Frank had forced her to fellate the barrel of a gun that might or might not have been loaded while he jerked off to the scene before him, occasionally threatening to pull the trigger.

Weeks passed and each time David stopped her with a warm smile to say hello she grew less nervous about the tall, auburn haired man with his wire rimmed glasses; she realized she looked forward to seeing him. When he first suggested coffee she nearly turned and ran, but was able to stay calm and before she could think heard herself agreeing to an afternoon coffee date at a nearby cafe. Their relationship progressed slowly, with her setting the pace of things for the most part, although David dared to prod gently now and then, wanting to learn more about her. She indicated that she’d been though a bad divorce, but gave no other details. That alone was enough for David to fill in a few blanks.

After a solid year of coffees and dinners and the occasional trip to the movies, Brittany felt that David truly meant her no harm and she invited him in for a drink one night, wondering if she could handle where things might lead. She didn’t think he would push her to do anything, but there was a residual amount of fear still left in her. They shared a half a bottle of wine, rehashing the movie and talking about whatever came up. Before he left David turned to her, quite seriously, “Brittany, I don’t know what happened in your past or how I can help, but I’d very much like to be part of your future. And I’m going to ask you something I’ve wanted to ask for months. Can I give you a kiss?”

Brittany blinked in surprise; she couldn’t have looked more like a startled rabbit than she did right then and took a deep breath. Stepping closer to David she placed her hands in his and tilted her face to his. “Yes you can.” And their lips met, gently at first, and Brittany had to force back the tiniest feeling of panic. This was David and he wouldn’t hurt her. She trusted him. And slowly the kiss moved from gentle and tender to something a bit hotter, until Brittany pulled away gasping. She took a deep breath to steady herself and David smiled at her. “Goodnight Britt.” And he left her at her front door wanting more and realizing that maybe she could have it after all.

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.

 

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.”