“Doll,” I said, rubbing her shoulders and backing her up toward the punishment bench. “I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
“Yeah?” she asked with a smile, but it quickly faded when she glanced over her shoulder and saw exactly what I was moving her toward. “You want me on that?”
“What did you make me promise?”
She licked her lips, and her eyes flashed with hunger. “You said you’d fuck me until I begged you to stop.”
I nodded and smiled as my cock hardened even more. “Now get undressed, climb up there, and assume the position.”
If I could pick one piece of equipment to put in our house, it would be a punishment bench. It sounded so much more sinister than it really was, at least in my hands. It was a metal, bench-like structure that had an adjustable horizontal bar for the sub’s stomach to comfortably rest upon as their ass was up and head down. It left every hole open and easily accessible for their partner to do with as he wished. It was perfect, and the cuffs for the wrists and ankles made the entire package complete.
“You promise you’re going to be nice?” She quirked an eyebrow at me, knowing she’d been naughty.
“Cross my heart.”
“You putting that—” Her eyes dipped down as I started to undress and my cock sprang free from my pants “—in my ass?”
“Don’t test my patience,” I warned her with a stern look.
“This place better have a lot of lube,” she muttered as she climbed out of her skirt and panties before tossing them onto the bench near the doorway.
She hadn’t stopped squabbling since I brought her in here, and she knew that it just meant more time. I swear she did it on purpose to get a rise out of me. Sometimes she’d tell me that she liked normal, everyday lovemaking, but I knew she was lying. Izzy couldn’t verbally admit she liked to be dominated because it would’ve made her appear weak, but the wetness between her legs told me the truth.
I closed the space between us and stuck my hand between her legs. “You’re wet, doll.” She squeezed her eyes shut, shivering against my hand. “You want this more than you’re willing to admit. Save your breath. Get up there, and show me that pussy.”
When I finished speaking, her eyes opened, but they were different. The fight was gone, replaced by lust and need. I knew my wife better than I knew anyone in the world, and she was a horny beast.
I watched with my arms crossed and my cock jumping with anticipation as she slowly finished undressing before climbing onto the bench. When she finally found a comfortable spot for her forearms and legs on the padded spots, she stilled.
I should’ve strapped her in right away, but I couldn’t resist touching her before I did. I moved behind her, taking in the sight of her beautiful pussy and tight little ass spread out before me. Placing my hands on her cheeks, I kneaded them softly.
“You want my cock?” I asked, letting my thumbs almost touch her pussy.
“Yes,” she said, breathy and wanton.
“You want me to fuck this beautiful cunt?”
Her bottom moved as if she were chasing my fingers and wanting more than I offered. “Yes, Sir.”
I slid my hands between her legs, running my fingertips over her clit before dragging them back through her wetness and pressing two into her warmth. Her hands wrapped around the armrests, and her head fell forward with a sigh.
“You love when I fuck your greedy pussy, don’t you?”
She nodded, not able to form words as I stroked her G-spot. I raised my hand, letting it come down hard on her round ass, with the fingers of my other hand still buried deep inside her.
“Speak,” I reminded her. “I need your words, doll.”
“Fucker,” she muttered, but her pussy clenched against me, and I knew I had her, that she wanted this just as much as I did.
“Your disobedience calls for the restraints and a blindfold.”
God. Fucking with Izzy’s head was such a high. I think it was mostly because of her smart mouth that it turned me on so much. Stunning her to silence was such a victory and an achievement so major that I should get a medal because it was damn near impossible sometimes.
“You wouldn’t,” she dared me, turning her head so she could see my face.
“I will, and if you’re not good, I’ll get the ball gag too.” Her eyes widened as she gritted her teeth to swallow down the words she so badly wanted to say.
She bowed her head, relaxing against the stomach bar, and waited for me to strap her down. I worked quickly, excitement coursing through my veins with every click of the lock.
