Whack! Whack!A double tap against his shaft and he softly whimpers.
“You’re nothing but a whore, you know that? Tell me. Tell me what you are.”
Whack! Whack!Whack! Whack!
“I’m a whore,” he answers, his voice cracking.
Moving the crop to his thighs, I give him several more hits and move to the soles of his feet for a couple more on each. His hands dig into his own arms at every hit, every clench.
“Sit on the end of the bed. Legs spread for her,” I command.
He scrambles to his feet and situates himself, then finally looks at me. Jay’s jaw drops as his eyes dilate with arousal. He sucks in his lower lip between his teeth, but when I give him a stern look, he simply nods.
Good pet.
Holding the crop under my arm, I pick up the clothespins and make quick work to attach them to his nipples, inner thighs, sac, and the skin above his dick. His eyes water as he watches me finish, his breath heaving his chest.
“Look how pretty my husband is,” I growl, looking down on him. That’s also something that has intensified for me. This possessive, sexual ownership over them ever since they became my husband and wife has been intense. Of course, it’s only in the bedroom—or car, or office, or video call, or—well, you get the picture. I still love to switch it up from time to time and be submissive, but there’s no stifling this ache that I need to claim.
Cora’s still patiently waiting in her box position only a foot in front of Jay with her head down. Knowing how I want this to play out, I grab a nearby towel and place it between her knees. Then I take a handful more of the wooden pins drag one over her breasts. She moans, and a feral smile grows across my face. Her nipples have become even more sensitive in these last two trimesters. We’ve made her come dozens of times with just nipple stimulation alone. And tonight I plan on achieving that again.
I clamp one on her areola, then add two more before doing the same to her other breast. When I flick one of the pins, she gasps loudly. I turn slightly so that when I lift her chin, she opens her eyes and finally takes in what I’m wearing. “You’re a vision, wife. Now show me how deep that throat goes.”
She blinks away the surprise, and placing her hands on Jay’s thighs, she whispers, “Yes, Sir,” and leans forward, engulfing Jay’s perfect cock.
“Fuck,” he growls.
“Tell her how talented she is,” I say, leisurely pulling out the crop from under my arm and then striking her ass.
With her mouth full, she yelps and Jay groans more. “You’re so good to me, Cora.”Whack!“Fuck, baby, that feels amazing.”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“That’s my wife,” I bite out. “You will address her as Mrs. Bishop.”
Does it make sense that I demand my submissive husband call my submissive wife byhislast name? No. But it’smylast name now, and he knows who’s in charge.
Jay’s mouth is agape as he pants passionately, so I seize my opportunity. Grabbing his jaw roughly, I lean down and growl, “If you’re going to leave that mouth open, I’m gonna put it to use.” His eyes widen, and I spit directly on his tongue and close his mouth for him. “Swallow,” I command. His throat works as he obeys. “Good boy.”
My hand jerks away from his face as I turn my attention to Cora below us. Saliva trickles out of her mouth, coating his dick. “No hands, princess. Play with your nipples.” But when she tries, her back bows and she struggles to stay in her position.
She breaks away from his cock. “I can’t stay in that position, Sir. It hurts my back. I need to use my hands to brace.”
Unbuckling my belt and pulling my zipper down, I quickly pull out my cock from boxer briefs and kneel down beside her. “Thank you for telling me, beautiful. Then put your hands back on his thighs andchoke on him.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
She gets back to it as I grab the Hitachi and flick it on. The loud hum of the vibration is unmistakable as I bring it to her tit. Pressing it against a clothespin with one hand, I use the other to feel her drenched pussy. Her muffled mewls are getting louder.
“Mrs. Bishop… fuck. You’re soaking wet for me.” Slipping in two fingers, I can feel her body already clenching. “Are you coming already?”
She doesn’t take her mouth off Jay, but she nods repeatedly, her eyes tightly closed. My will power dissolves, and I quickly line myself up behind her with one knee on the ground and the other propped up at her side. It’s a little awkward because she’s so much shorter than me, but I lower myself to match up. Feeding my tip into her pussy, I then thrust my way in, feeling her pulse around me. “Fuck yes, baby. Oh, you like it when I use the wand on your sensitive tits, don’t you?”
“Mhm,” she whines as Jay throws his head back in pleasure.
I pump into her again and again, her slick release covering every inch of me. “And what if I moved it here?” I purr into her ear, moving the head of the wand to her clit.
“Mhm,” she practically shouts.
