Page 40 of Cherished Union

CHAPTER14

HAYDEN

“What is your safe word?” I ask her. She’s lying on the bed, blindfolded, naked, and completely at my mercy. Her cheeks are flushed, her lip quivers, and her body trembles.

Her chest rises as she inhales through her nose. It’s been two weeks since we’ve been married and I’m slowly introducing her to how I do things. She adapts quickly. She loves what I do to her, and her body never lies. She’s soaked by the time my cock enters her pussy. I’ve come to learn that she loves being blindfolded—tied up, not so much, but she’s willing to do it as I love seeing her bound to the bed, helpless, and completely mine to do with as I like.

“Safe word,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Strawberries,” she breathes.

“That’s a good girl, Dove,” I praise her as I get into position at the edge of the bed. “Onto your stomach, ass in the air,” I instruct her.

She scrambles into place, her knees sinking against the mattress, her hands flat against the sheets and that phenomenal ass in the air, ready for me.

I reach for the black suede flogger that’s on the floor beside my feet. She’s not yet felt anything more than the sting of my open hand against her ass. Now she’s going to get a taste for what pain and pleasure can bring her.

The suede tassels run against her wet, swollen pussy folds, and she moans low, arching her back and pressing that sweet pussy against them. I run the flogger over her pussy time and time again, letting her get used to the feel of the leather.

Tonight is only going to be an introduction into the pleasures the flogger can bring, and as she’s never experienced anything like this before, it’ll be soft and gradually going into the more forceable flagellation. Her moans are becoming louder, her breathing deepening. She’s ready.

She whimpers as I pull the flogger from her body and take a step back. I line up the range, making sure that it’s the right distance between me and my intended target—her ass and back. The first blow that lands against her right ass cheek is soft and causes her to gasp, but not cry out in pain. Good. I continue to go soft, letting her get used to the feel of the flogger against her skin.

Her moans mix with the sound of the suede tassels hitting against her skin. I smile, knowing she loves what I’m doing to her. I step it up, taking it up a notch slightly. The force a little more. She hisses at the first hit but doesn’t cry out, her body moving in sync, wanting more, pushing back, waiting for the flogger to strike.

My cock is thick and filled to bursting at the sight of my beautiful wife. Her ass pink, her pussy soaked, and her body moving with need.

“Dove?” I ask after I land a lash of the flogger against her back.

“Please,” she mewls, and I know she wants me to continue.

I land blow after blow on her body, ranging from soft to hard—none at full power. She’s not ready for that just yet. She’s moaning, groaning, and pleading for more. I’ve unlocked her hidden desires and am feeding them.

I add more force as I continue to flog her. She’s unsure of what’s coming, so she can’t brace for impact. It’s the way it should be. One blow will be hard while the next will be soft.

I bring the suede tassels down against her folds. The bite of the flogger causes her to cry out, but that cry turns to a strangled moan as I return to flogging her folds.

“I’m going to come,” she cries as I bring it down hard against her lower back.

“Don’t,” I snarl, my voice like a whip, coming out hard and fast. “You’ll come when I tell you.”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “But how?” The confusion in her voice makes me smile. I’ve never been possessive. It’s just not something I have ever felt—until Addie. The moment I saw her in her father’s office, it tilted my fucking world.

“Breathe through it. You come, Addie, and you’ll pay the consequences.”

I hear her gulp in deep breaths, trying to fight off the impending orgasm, her body quivering with need. Pulling off my pants, I strip down, pulling her blindfold off as I position my cock at her entrance. Her eyes are glassy as she watches me. I love that drunk-sex look she gets when we’re together. There’s nothing better than seeing how much she wants me.

“You come when my cock is inside of you,” I tell her, gripping her hips and thrusting deep inside of her.

She cries out as her orgasm slams into her, her eyes closed, her back bowed, and her pussy squeezing my cock. I hammer into her like a man on a mission. “You did so fucking good, Dove. Your ass is a pretty pink color.”

“You held back,” she gasps as I plunge into her, twisting my hips so that I hit deeper. “I could have taken more.”

Of that I have no doubt. My wife thrives on the challenge, and I know had I gone harder, she’d have taken every lash. She’d have enjoyed everything I gave her. But I needed to trust my judgment. Tonight was about introducing her to the pleasures the flogger could give her. I needed to introduce her to it slowly, and in doing so, she truly enjoyed it.

“Next time, my dove,” I promise her, and she smiles brightly at me. I slam my mouth down on hers, and I take what’s mine. The kiss is hard, passionate, and possessive. She’s clawing at my back as I fuck her hard and fast, my spine tingling. My balls tighten. Fuck, I’m close.

“Yes,” she hisses, tearing her mouth away from mine.

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