Page 48 of Vengeful Seduction
My panties were soaking wet. My juices had gone right through them and dripped down my legs, drenching them. Something about the whole situation got to me, making me moan and writhe. Soon enough I was pressing back toward the lashes of the flogger.
“She’s ready,” I heard Brent murmur. I did hear the words, but they didn’t seem particularly important to me. In my state of arousal, I was in a sort of daze, and I just moaned as I was unchained from the wall and moved.
A soft, cloth blindfold was tied over my eyes and I whimpered. If it had happened any sooner—before I’d gotten so worked up—it probably would have scared me. As it was, it just excited me more and made me feel more helpless for them.
“Bend over, Kaye,” David told me, and it was pretty much sheer instinct that had me obeying him. I bent over and recognized my husband’s scent, even if I couldn’t see him, as he eased me into place.
Something padded pressed against my neck, and then my wrists were raised too. I was in a sort of stockade, I realized, as the other part of the wooden structure closed on top of me, trapping my head and my hands with no hope of escape.
Bent over, utterly vulnerable, and unable to even see anything, I waited. It felt like an eternity to my overstimulated body, but it was probably only a second or two until one of them spanked me for the first time.
I could sense them, somehow, even if I couldn’t feel them. One of them stood on my left, the other one on my right, and they took turns spanking my tender ass. Soon it was actually stinging, and for some reason, I only got wetter and more desperate.
Being spanked and being used by these two men was turning me on. I’d never suspected myself of being very kinky, but I was being proven wrong in a rather spectacular way as I was held captive for these two strong, handsome men.
Even so, I somehow knew something important. I wouldn’t enjoy this at all if I didn’t know David was right there. It was definitely hot, but without him, it would be terrifying—not something I would want at all.
How long it lasted, I couldn’t have said. They spanked me until I lost myself completely in the rhythm, in the hints of pain, and in the overwhelming pleasure their hands brought me.
Then it all changed. I felt and heard movements behind me, and before I could make heads or tails of what was going on, one of them rubbed his very hard, slick cock over my reddened ass and then pushed inside of me all at once.
I cried out in protest and came very close to using the safe word. My lips parted because there was a man inside of me and I didn’t know which man it was. My husband? Or Brent?
The panic only lasted for a second. I closed my mouth again and relaxed into it. I knew who it was. I knew the feeling of my husband inside of me—of how perfectly he filled me up. I knew the feel of him and any other man would just feel utterly wrong to me.
“David,” I moaned, and I felt his hands on my waist. He’d pulled my thong aside to take me, but the corset, the heels, and the collar remained on me. It felt filthy, in the best way possible.
“Kaye, pretty girl. My pretty girl,” David moaned, and his voice was hoarse. Yes, he was definitely the one inside me. I had no idea where Brent was, but I didn’t care. It was just me and David, and it was every bit as intimate as I could have imagined.
Maybe even more so, because of the blindfold. I literally couldn’t do anything but relax into the pleasure and let it happen. The orgasm that ripped through me was more intense, too, because of all of the teasing and because my vision had been robbed from me.
Once I started to come, it was like I couldn’t stop. I cried out, my body arching over and over again while my husband spilled inside of me.
I could get very used to this.
Chapter 14
David
“When is this going to happen?” Brent asked, looking at me with impatience clear in his green eyes. “I thought I’d get to screw her already. This is taking forever. Is this thing even happening?”
I glared at him over the piles of papers that he’d brought over from the office. We were working on them, but I turned away for a second so I could look at him instead.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” I commented, trying to keep my voice much milder than it wanted to come out. “Are you falling for her or something? Just chill out. Everything is on track.” When Brent didn’t look convinced, I kept talking, maybe trying to convince myself as much as I was him. “Look, you don’t know Kaye. I do. She’s not going to just fall into bed with you. It’s going to take time.”
The original timeframe was within the year. I still thought we could make it, but only if Brent didn’t push it too far, too fast.
Brent sighed softly, but he nodded his agreement. “It’s taking too long,” he complained. As if we had summoned her with our talk, Kaye walked in, carrying a tray of food and greeting us with a wide, genuine smile.
“What’s taking too long?” she asked, and I looked at Brent, then sighed. The truth was, I was being a little bit selfish. I was letting myself enjoy all of the incredible things about being married to her and the plan …it had fallen by the wayside a little bit.
Brent was right. It was time to get going on this.
“None of your business,” I snapped, and it was the first time I had ever said anything so rude to my wife. I saw her recoil with surprise. Seeing the look on her face made me feel a like I had been punched in the stomach. And I knew from the look on her face that she was feeling much the same way. Only probably worse.
Probably much worse.
“We’re trying to work here,” I continued, making my voice cold and annoyed—channeling the very real emotions I was having to make myself sound more like an asshole than I normally ever did. Self-loathing, for instance, was one of those emotions. “Just get out of here.”
