Page 25 of Shattered Dreams
“Fuck,” he breathed out, as Lizzie made her way around the spa room while Elliot watched. As a dominant, Elliot was definitely a force to be reckoned with. Max would have just asked the cleaning crew to clean up, then spanked his wife’s ass. Making her clean up the mess, on her knees was truly diabolical – even as he protected her injured knee. It also re-enforced her role as the submissive, all the while reminding her that Elliot found her attractive as hell.
“Remind me to not piss him off.” He fisted the fabric over his erection while holding his phone with the other, refusing to give in to the need to stroke himself. At least not yet. Thank God, the nurses had just done his final night check before he’d cued up the video. The last thing he wanted was for them to walk in on him beating his meat – and if this little scene was the appetizer, he wouldn’t be able to resist once the main course was served. How was Elliot going to punish her? He and his dick couldn’t wait to watch.
“That’s good.” Elliot pushed off the wall with an animal grace, as Storm appeared next to him holding a leather harness of some kind, along with a wicked looking wooden spoon.
“Damn, they made quick work of it.” Storm seemed almost impressed.
“Motivation does wonders,” Elliot agreed, as he took the spoon from the other man.
Through his phone, the man’s voice almost sounded tinny, but Max didn’t care. He wasn’t about to cut the audio. He needed to hear every word the man uttered. Every filthy command he made to Max’s naughty little wife.
“Take the towel, fold it in thirds and drape it over the edge of the jacuzzi.” Elliot ordered as he helped Lizzie to her feet.
“Yes. Sir.”
Was that anticipation that he heard in his wife’s tone? Possibly. Damn, he wished he could see her face, but with the angle of the camera, he could only see Elliot and the back of her.
“Good girl.” Elliot guided her forward until she was bent over the edge of the tub. “Hang on to the edge. Do not lock your knees or let go. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” The words came out as a delightful squeak – a telltale sign of his wife’s growing desire.
Max gritted his teeth, as his cock began to throb angrily in his bottoms. No doubt about it, Lizzie was aroused by Master Elliot. While that stroked his own libido higher, it also made him a bit angry – that he couldn’t be there witnessing it in person.
“Do you agree that you need to be punished, Elizabeth?”
“I…yes, Sir.” She swayed a bit but continued to cling to the towel covered edge.
“At any time, you can use your safe word.” Elliot reached out and tugged at the ties on the left side of her bikini bottoms.
Max’s mouth went dry as Elliot moved to her right side and repeated the process. As soon as both ties were freed, the scrap of material covering her bottom fell to the floor, to reveal its ivory curves. Damned if she didn’t have a beautiful ass.
“Yes, Sir.” The words were barely audible, and almost came out as a whisper.
“Good. As I see it, you have a punishment coming not just for striking out at a dominant, but also for making a huge mess of this beautiful spa, fighting with your friend, and lying about it. Do you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her head dropped between her arms.
“Five with my hand for the mess and five for fighting, and then ten with the spoon for both lying and striking at me. I hate liars, Elizabeth, and I will deal harshly with those who lie to me.”
Max nearly choked; his moan was half garbled, as the stern countenance of the other man bled through his phone screen. Damnit, Storm had been right. Elliot was a natural top and damned if that didn’t turn him the fuck on.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” Her apology barely registered as Max watched Elliot shake his head.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” He sighed as he tucked the spoon in the back pocket of his jeans. “Count them off.”
The sound of Elliot’s broad palm as it clapped against first the right, then the left side of Lizzie’s ass, echoed through the room, followed by her quick count. As an experienced sub, she knew that if she didn’t count - the blow didn’t count.
Max pressed the heel of his hand against his erection, as Elliot methodically reddened his wife’s ass. It didn’t take long either. Lizzie’s fair skin always showed any displeasure marks beautifully.
After ten passed her lips, Elliot drew back and rubbed the swollen curves, allowing Max a chance to see his handywork. He groaned, finally giving in and slipping his hand inside his bottoms. He wrapped his hand around his cock as he took in the view. Her ass was a gorgeous consistent pink. The other man had done a good job warming her bottom for the next stage of the punishment. Which would be interesting, since Lizzie absolutely hated the spoon. Even more than she claimed to hate her hairbrush. How would Elliot handle Lizzie when she started to fight back? Because even though she’d agreed to the punishment, she never willingly allowed a spoon near her ass. She’d jerk and fight, unable to stand still.
“Good girl.” Elliot was quick to praise, before tugging the wooden spoon free of his back pocket. “Let me assure you this bothers me more than you realize, Elizabeth. However, I cannot allow you to continue to lie and strike out at other people. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Da…I mean Sir.”
Max stilled, his fingers tightening around his length. Had his wife just almost called Elliot Daddy? It sent a sharp sense of rightness through Max. Yes, he could easily see Elliot becoming Lizzie’s Daddy.
“I’m not going to have you count them. Trust me to remember the count, little girl?”
