“Baby, you’re so wet and tight.”
Thrust after thrust, on the white sand and in the bright sun Paul fills me. Our bodies, familiar with one another, join in the way that’s meant to be. Like two pieces of a puzzle made for one another, we fit perfectly together. This is the man I fell in love with, the one who makes sweet love to me.
I fist the sand as we move in sync and the pressure builds. Sweet and attentive, he takes me higher. Up we go above the clouds. I’m on the edge when in the distance a rumbling roar grows louder.
Paul stops, still inside me, and our gazes meet. “Helicopter,” he says with a chuckle.
“Miguel said they fly over multiple times a day.”
Paul’s grin grows. “So my wife doesn’t mind being fucked in front of others?”
I do mind. I know I do. That’s not how I answer. “We aren’t fucking. We’re making love.”
As the roar grows louder...
“In that case.” He resumes his movements. In and out. I’m not sure if it’s the sun or our activity, but as the roar begins to fade, the heat within me intensifies. It’s as the sound is almost gone that Paul’s neck strains and we both come.
My orgasm isn’t the explosion of last night. Instead, it is something deeper, a reassurance that things can change and yet remain the same.
With perspiration covering our skin, Paul rises from the waist, and our eyes meet. “Helicopter,” he says with a grin.
“I’m glad it flew over.”
“No. Helicopter is your word that means stop for now.”
I nod.
“Divorce.”
Even hearing him say it makes my stomach twist. “I don’t want to say that.” Please don’t push me to say that. I don’t say the last part.
“I don’t want you to, but that’s your decision, not mine.”
“You will really give me that control?” I ask, chuckling that we’re still connected and yet carrying on this conversation.
“Baby, you have the ultimate control. Like I said, your books misled you. And next time, before we fuck?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to spank your round ass.”
I want to say helicopter. I want to, but by the way Paul is smiling, I know he can feel the way his promise—or threat—caused my core to clench. Since it would be a lie to deny that the idea does something to excite me, I simply reply, “Yes, Sir.”
His lips crash with mine as our tongues dance.
I’m not one hundred percent sure of this choice, but I can’t argue with the way I react. I have to tell myself that this is different than before. I love and trust my husband. Maybe our attraction has always seen the other sides of one another. It’s just our consciousness that finds it unexpected.
Chapter Eight
Paul
“Yes, Sir.”
My dick rebounds, growing hard at those words coming from my wife. It is either that or the way her pussy is gripping me. While we were talking, her orgasm faded and she relaxed. And then when I promised to turn her sexy ass fire-engine red, her entire body shot to alert.
The part of me that didn’t think Jenn would go along with this is quickly disappearing. She is uncertain and rightfully cautious, yet she isn’t offering any resistance.
I pull out, knowing she’s got to be sore from last night and now. “Turn over, baby. On your hands and knees.”
Without hesitation she obeys, leaving her sundress around her neck and her sexy ass in the air. Reaching forward, I tease her clit and pussy until she’s writhing and moving to my touch. I keep taunting as my fingers slide in and out, curling to provide the perfect friction and then back to her swollen bundle of nerves.
I love the way she reacts, so honest and pure. I could watch her come all day long, but that isn’t my goal. As her breaths shallow, it’s her way of letting me know she’s on the edge. I change my rhythm as she wiggles and shakes.
“Please,” she begs.
I lean over her back, my hard dick close to its desired destination as I move her long hair away from her face. Peering into her glassy eyes, I gather her locks and move them to her other shoulder, giving me access to that sensitive skin behind her ears. With my breath on her flesh, in my domineering tone, I whisper, “How did I never realize how greedy you were?” Before she can answer, I say, “We just made love. What are you asking me for now?”
“You,” she says, her word more of a pant as her bikini-clad breasts sway.
“It’s not that simple. I told you there was a price to pay before we fucked. Do you remember?”
Her head bobs and eyes close.
“You can’t have my cock again until I make that ass red.”
“I-I know.”
“And you want that?”
Her beautiful eyes blink before zeroing in on me. “I trust you.”
“Baby, when I make that sexy ass red, it’s going to hurt.”
“I-I know,” she says as tears fill her eyes.
She’s fighting with herself. I can hear it in her voice. She’s scared, but thank God, she’s also turned on. It’s the perfect combination. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”
“Hmm,” she says, more of a purr.
“Stand up and take off the rest of your clothes.”
As she obeys, my gaze devours every inch of her body, slowly scanning from her toes in the sand to her long, flowing hair and every curve in between. From our excursion today, her skin is pink, kissed by the sun. But up until now, her breasts were covered. As she removes her bikini top, my suspicions are confirmed. Not only is she wet, but her tits are heavy, also showing her wanton need with the way her nipples are hard and a deeper shade of red from the rush of blood.
I walk closer. “I love your tits.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
That word is better than any blue pill. Taking a step back, I grip my length and run my grasp up and down. “I’m all slippery from your wet pussy.”
Jenn nods as she looks at my cock and then away.
There are so many things I want to do to her. I want her on her knees, my fingers wrapped in her hair as I control her air and she surrenders to my whims. I want to fuck her in the ass, the one place I’ve never gone. I want to feel the vise of her muscles on my dick. I want to take her back to the hut and bind her hands before I spank her ass.
Each image in my imagination adds to the blood supply in my dick.
Walking around her, I take in the curve of her ass and imagine my handprint on that bright white flesh or a bright red welt from my belt.
My hand moves faster. I’m so hard, my balls ache.
Walking back to stand in front of her, I run my free hand over her cheek as I continue stroking my length. “I’m so fucking hard right now. If I told you all the things I want to do to you, you would run away. You should run away.”
Her nipples grow harder, puckering with the pressure. “I-I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“That’s your choice. Say whatever word comes to mind because if you don’t, I’m going to make you wish you had.”
“Paul.”
She whimpers as I tweak one of her nipples, pinching and twisting. Yet she doesn’t pull away.
“Are you afraid of me?”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Oh, baby, I want to.”
Her blue eyes meet mine. “I know. I guess what I meant to say is that you won’t harm me.”
“Never. I’ll take it slow,” I say as I lead her to the trunk of a tall palm tree and direct her hands in front of her. “The bark is sharp, so don’t bend your elbows.
“I don’t have my belt to redden your perfect ass.”
She makes a small gasp as her head falls forward at my confession, and I notice how her nipples harden. She may be nervous, but her body is defying her.
“This time,” I go on, “I’m going to use my hand. Move your legs farther apart and show me that sexy round ass.”
Jenn’s toes wiggle as she spreads her le
gs, preparing for my punishment. As I run my hand over her skin, warming it to lessen the sting, her muscles flex beneath my touch. We’re under the shade of the tree, but behind me are the beach, ocean, and sun. As Jenn spreads her legs, the sunshine highlights the glistening cum on her upper thighs. Damn, she was wet before, but it’s more evidence that I’m not the only one turned on.
Letting her know that I see her desire, I spread her essence between her ass cheeks. “You’re so wet. My wife is naughtier than I knew.” She doesn’t respond as I move higher, letting my finger circle where I’ve never been. She sucks in a deep breath. “What’s your safe word?”
“Helicopter.” Her toes continue to flex.
“Your other?”
Jenn shakes her head. “I don’t ever want to say it.”
I take a step back. “Hold on, baby. You’re going to feel this.”
Her fingers blanch as she tightens her grip on the tree.
I can hardly believe we’re this far, this fast. It has been my dream, my fantasy.
And now it’s reality.
I rear back and with my open hand slap her ass as she cries out.
Fuck yes!
My hand tingles in the most invigorating of ways. Beneath my gaze, her skin rises and reddens in the shape of my hand. Without warning, I do it again on the other side. Her head falls forward with the second spank, yet she doesn’t lessen her grip.
I run my palm over both cheeks. The inflamed flesh turns my dick from hard to steel. This little taste of what I can do has me wanting more. I imagine her entire ass red as flames. However, currently I have a more pressing matter. If my dick gets any harder, it may break off.
Reaching for her hips, I thrust inside her ready core in one mighty action.
“Oh!” she calls out.
I grip her hipbones tighter as I thrust again and again. In and out. The friction builds as my balls pull toward me. Purposely, I lean into her. With each gyration, my pelvis slaps against her recently spanked skin as a reminder of what I’ve just done. By the sounds she’s making, the reminder is working.
My fingers ache with the grip I have on her, yet I can’t let go. It’s fucking heaven pounding deeper than I’ve ever been. The mounting need within me builds, not only in my groin but all over. Perspiration coats my skin. If I were a pressure cooker, I would be about to blow.
Everything has disappeared except Jenn and me. Her moans and pleas push me faster until our bodies are slamming against one another.
We’re alone in a tunnel—the island, the ocean—and all that is around us are gone.
Instead of moving away from the pain she must feel on her ass, she’s moving with me. Since this began, her cries have changed, now turning to gasps as she climbs her own mountain.
I’m reminded of what I’m doing. For these ten days to work, I need to help her, train her. One of the lessons she needs to learn is that when we’re in these roles, my pleasure is the focus, unless I choose otherwise. Denying her an orgasm is within my power.
At the moment, my pleasure is at an all-time record high, and there’s only one reason. It’s because I’m not fucking a nameless submissive from a club. This is better than any sub I’ve ever had. This is my wife. Having her come also brings me pleasure.
Just as I’m about to explode, I release one of her hips and reaching forward, find her clit.
Like a strike to a match, she detonates as her pussy clamps down. It’s the final straw and my world ignites. With my arms now wrapped around her, keeping us both upright, stars flash—make that fireworks—behind my now-closed eyes. I let out the roar I’ve kept suppressed as my dick convulses, filling her to overflowing.
“Oh God, I-I can’t...” she stutters as her body loses its rigidity.
I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, showing her that she’s safe in my embrace.
When I pull out, I turn her in my arms until she’s facing me. Lifting her chin, I take my thumb and trace the trails of her tears. “Baby, you know your word.”
“I do,” she says, swallowing more tears. “Thank you for letting me come. I was afraid you wouldn’t.”
My lips curl upward. “I was wrong. Your books haven’t completely misled you.”
Chapter Nine
Jenn
It wasn’t books that misled me. I don’t say that.
It’s difficult to say much of anything as I float back to reality from that earth-shattering orgasm. I had forgotten the intensity that pain adds to pleasure. With just two slaps to my ass, I remembered why I liked this kind of play before it was ruined for me.
Unsure I can remain standing, I lean into my husband’s chest. The beat of his heart sounds in my ear as he hugs me tighter, surrounding me with his familiar fragrance and reassuring embrace.
Stroking my hair, he says the words I need to hear. “I love you, Mrs. Masters. I’m so proud of you. I can’t believe that you’re...” His words trail away.
Taking a deep breath, I respond, “I love you, too.” Looking up, I take in his expression. Without his words of praise, I would know how he felt with his eyes. The adoration is glowing from his face. “May I ask you more questions?”
Paul laughs. “I want you to ask. I want you to understand.”
“You’ve done this before? Domination?”
“Usually with more than a few slaps with my hand to an ass.”
How has he been like this and I didn’t know? “But not since me? Why?”
“No, not since you. I would never cheat on you. I guess...it’s hard to explain, but you didn’t seem like...” He shakes his head. “When I met you, I was head over heels in love in a way I’d never experienced.”
My cheeks rise.
“You were everything I had never thought I wanted. Successful, strong, and independent. Yet I was drawn to you. You seemed so pure—”
“Paul, you know I wasn’t.”
He puts his finger over my lips. “That’s not what I mean. I don’t care that you had been with someone else. I had too. I meant, pure as in genuine. I was afraid if I showed you my desires, I’d darken you in the process.”
“You’re not afraid of that anymore?”
“There’s only one thing I’m afraid of.”
I tilt my head. “What?”
“Losing you. And it almost happened.” His grip of my waist tightens, reminding me of how he held me as he fucked me. I won’t be surprised to see bruises in the shape of his fingers. “We were there, at Miller’s office. The papers were in front of us. I was too close to losing you.”
Tears fill my eyes again, not from physical pain, but audible. I hear the anguish in his voice. “I thought that was what you wanted. It was a mutual filing. You weren’t...we weren’t...happy.”
“No. It wasn’t happiness that was the problem. It was honesty. That’s what Dr. Kizer said, and she was right. She said we needed to be honest about everything. The first time she said that, I knew that this was what I’d held back. I admit, I thought if I told you, you’d run. And then things progressed. We had pens in hand, and I knew that if we didn’t face my secret, our marriage was over. The thing was...in Miller’s office, it was over. I figured we had nothing more to lose and everything to gain. I had to risk darkening your purity.”
“You could never do that.”
“I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t want to scare you away.”
I contemplate what he’s saying, including the advice from our counselor about honesty. “It would have,” I say honestly. “Six years ago, it would have scared me but not for the reason you think.” Six years ago, I was still recovering from my experience. Six years ago, I would have run, like Paul told me to do earlier. I try to explain. “This scares me now, but we have history, and I know you.” I shrug. “Well, I thought I did.”
His brown eyes glow as he loosens his grip and reaches for my left hand, lifting it higher until he kisses my knuckles. “You do know me. I’m the same man you married.”
I smile as he wiggles m
y wedding band. “Assuming we avoid my end-all word, how is this...” I motion toward the tree. “...these desires of yours... how will it affect our relationship at home?”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you liked me the way I was. You were attracted.”
He kisses the top of my head. “I love you, your drive and ambition. I’m stinking proud of all you’ve accomplished at the firm. I wouldn’t be surprised if you made partner. You’re amazing at everything you do.
“I even enjoy your stubbornness. Baby, our marriage is a partnership. I don’t want a Stepford wife. I don’t even need this every time.” He tilts his head toward the beach. “I love my wife, and I enjoy making love to her. I also like punishing her ass and fucking her. I want the woman I married in every respect, with ultimate control in the bedroom.”
Heat fills my cheeks as I relive what he just said. With a deep breath, I ask the million-dollar question. “Is it possible to have it all, to have it both ways?”
He shrugs. “I guess that’s up to us.”
“To us,” I repeat. “You’re saying that this can be our private, behind-closed-doors playtime, but everyday life will be the way it’s been? You won’t start telling me what to wear or how to do my hair?”
He chuckles lightheartedly, reminding me that he is the man I married.
“Nope, baby, you don’t want fashion advice from me. And I like the way your hair is right now.”
I run my hands over my head, pushing down my hair. “It’s a mess and there’s probably sand in it.”
“But I know how it got that way, so I like it. And as for clothes, the only fashion advice I’ll give is for you to take them off.”
I shrug. “Well, tan lines are a pain.”
“Speaking of pain, how’s your sexy ass?”
“It’s sore.”
“Your pussy?”
My smile broadens. “Incredibly satisfied.” And so is my heart.
Is it possible to have both? I don’t know. However, I do know that for the first time in a long time, I have something else. I have hope.