I was so close to coming.
“Did you use the crop on him anywhere other than his ass?” Jacob inquired about my discipline practices.
“No, just on his ass,” I confirmed.
“Don’t forget, there’s that ultra-sensitive spot between his balls and ass. Swat him there, and he will learn to behave,” Jacob explained. “I noticed you had one of your weapons on,” Jacob brought up the strap-on as he whispered against my lips. “Were you going to fuck him?” Jacob asked as he licked my lips and pinched my nipple harder.
“Ahh,” I cried out, losing control.
The mere mention of me pegging a young male submissive caused me to come. My pussy gripped his fingers for all it was worth. Jacob continued to pinch my nipple, which only extended my orgasm. His mouth was glued to mine as I came on his fingers.
Pegging a male sub was the ultimate fantasy for me. Well, in the realm of me dominating a male. While I had lots of fantasies, none of them did the things to me that this particular fantasy did. I had so many scenarios built in my head about dominating and controlling a male sub, and every single one of them included Jacob in one facet or another. I sometimes had fantasies of Jacob in an active role by telling me what to do to the young sub. But there were still some fantasies where I want him in a less active role where he might be doing nothing more than just being in the room.
“That’s my naughty, Elise. On the bed, darling. Get on your hands and knees,” Jacob whispered against my lips.
When he withdrew his fingers, I eagerly climbed on the bed. I looked down at my tits that bobbed against the top of the corset. I still felt as sexy as when I first started this afternoon. My boots were still on, and Jacob had easy access to my pussy since my stockings were crotch-less.
I had braced myself for his entry. I knew he was hard as a rock and that this would be fast and for him. But, God, I loved it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting against my clit.His crop. I smirked because I knew this would be good. It was almost instant that I began to get turned on again.
Sex was never just sex with Jacob. Yes, there were times where we both went at it really hard or fast, but it wasn’t as though I never felt our deep connection. He understood my need to receive pain with sex, just as I understood his need to give it. I had never once felt as though his hands delivered the pain without love, and I made sure that he didn’t feel guilty about causing me pain.
I have read many books about sadists and masochists, both fiction and non-fiction. There is a fine line where balance exists in order to keep it a healthy relationship, and I felt that Jacob and I had balance down to a science. We were both happy and still in love as much as the day we got married. Sex was always satisfying because both of us understood what the other needed and never turned a blind eye to it.
Months later, during breakfast, Jacob brought up the idea of going to our kink club that evening. I loved going there. It gave me a chance to get dressed up in my corset, stockings, and boots, and let the exhibitionist side in me out for a while.
“It’s Friday night, and I don’t have to work tomorrow, Elise. What do you say we go to the club and play a bit?” Jacob asked as soon as he swallowed the last bite of his toast.
The mention of going to the club tonight sent a thrill down to my pussy, and I had begun considering what corset that I wanted to wear. Jacob always picked out a couple that he wanted to see me in, and then I could pick between the two.
“Yes, I think that sounds like a lot of fun,” I answered and leaned forward.
“We can play some, too. Maybe I’ll restrain you to the St. Andrew’s cross,” Jacob playfully taunted as he leaned over to kiss me. “Or maybe I’ll put you in the cage in the main room,” he teased.
There was a metal cage in the main room of the club that was barely big enough for a person. Many times, we’ve seen a sub in the cage, enduring various treatments. I’ll admit that most of what I’ve seen had turned me on, and I decided to tease Jacob back.
“Maybe I’d like the cage,” I laughed.
“I bet you would,” Jacob chuckled and shook his head.
Jacob finished getting ready for work while I did the dishes from breakfast. He came back to the kitchen and wrapped his strong arms around me. I turned in his embrace to face him.
His shirt was taut across the chest and in the arms, pressed with muscle. I gazed at his brass name tag that said, “Captain Jacob St. James” in bold black lettering. I stared at it every morning with pride and love, and it was during that time did I say my silent prayer for God to keep him safe and return him to me. I rested my head against his chest for us to share a few more moments together.
“Have fun with Liz this morning.”
“I will,” I promised.
“What time are you meeting her?”
“Nine, the usual.”
“Let her know we’re going to the club tonight.”
“I’ll be sure to mention it to her. She’s been going a few nights each week, so maybe we’ll see her tonight. I am interested in seeing her newest guy, Frank. She has alluded several times about how large he is.”
Jacob’s laugh reverberated in my ear just before he pulled back. He looked in my eyes and then leaned down to kiss me.
“Make sure you show that pillow sub who is the boss today,” Jacob insisted.
