Chapter 27

 

He knew it was stupid to let it affect him as much as it did, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have her in his arms again.

Taking his weeping, loving, submissive wife back to the guest house, he laid her gently upon the bed.

“Don’t move, beautiful. I’ll be right back.”

She simply nodded against the bedspread, her cheeks bright with her tears, her face flushed a deep pink.

Finding what he needed in a bathroom equipped to every Dom’s wildest dreams, he walked back out, ordering her to roll over on her belly.

The sight of her swollen, wealed, crimson buttocks had his cock stirring anew, but he ignored it. He needed to touch her, needed to renew that connection with this wonderful woman.

The curtains only allowed muted light into the room, leaving it shadowed and cool and quiet, as he applied the ointment to her bottom. The sounds of her pained sighs had him fully erect, and he spent much longer than required in massaging and kneading those bountiful soft bottom cheeks. He made sure to coat her upper thighs as well, her tiny sigh as he coated those swelling tram lines making him smile. The only thing better than disciplining his wife was taking care of her afterward, the quiet gentle touches, listening to her moans and soft sighs as he made everything better again, imprinting his ownership upon her gorgeous body all over again as he took his time touching her anywhere and everywhere. In its own way, it was every bit as erotic as taking her like a savage beast.

“Shh, just relax, sweetie. No more punishment, no more pain.” He pressed a kiss to the small of her back, savoring the salt of her sweat upon his lips as he worked the ointment deep into her flesh. “Let me take care of you now.”

He switched to the warming oil, wetting both hands with it and starting with her thighs below the three livid weals left behind by the cane. He didn’t stop until every inch of her, from the nape of her neck to the soles of her feet gleamed with it. Her moans were almost continuous by the time he’d finished.

Stroking her inner thighs, he leaned over her, his cock a steel bar at his crotch.

“Spread your legs for me, girl.”

Instantly, she obeyed, her swollen, wet sex opening to him, her juices running almost continuously, bright against her skin. Her clit was already peeking out from under its hood, red and swollen and desperate. And he had no intention of making it suffer any longer.

She drew a sharp breath as he took that little clit between his fingers, giving it a squeeze as he plunged two fingers into her sex. He took his time stirring her up, enjoying her high-pitched moans as he stared at the broad plug still ensconced between her martyred buttocks, the cleft of her ass slick with lubricant.

He worked her hard bud until she was gasping, wordless pleas accompanying the waving of her hips.

“Let go, Lacey. Come for me.”

Her cries muffled by the bedspread, she convulsed upon his fingers, her juices pouring forth, her delicious spicy scent strong on the air. He licked his fingers off one by one, using the other hand to continue working her clit, bringing her toward another orgasm.

Over and over, he brought her to climax, urging her to explode, to let all of that tension go, that her pleasure was his to command, just like everything else about her. By the end, his wrists ached, her sex swollen and deep red. Exhausted, her pleas reduced to inchoate moans and sighs, he finally let her be.

Tapping her glistening bottom, he pulled at the end of the plug. “Let’s get this taken care of too.”

He went easy on her as he drew it out, cooing to her to push, to open for him. Pulling the heavy, body-warmed steel free of the clutch of her opening, he traced the reddened anus, savoring the sight of it gaping open, then slowly drawing tight once more. He pressed a soft kiss to it, then took the plug to the bathroom.

They laid together then, their naked bodies entwined, his erection hot against the coolness of her bottom. He said nothing to her as he stroked her back, played with her hair, kissed her hot cheek whenever the urge struck him. She was so lovely, so beautiful, her surrender, her trust, her deep devotion meaning so much to him, more than he’d ever be able to convey.

It surprised him when he heard her question, her voice slightly hoarse. “Will it… always be like that? Here?”

“Most of the time, yes… and more. I won’t lie to you. This is how they live, how we’d be expected to live.”

“Okay.”

His heart skipped a beat at the quiet acceptance he heard. She needed to know all of it though.

“Moving here… it would mean an entirely new level of submission for you. And I’d want that — all of it.”

“What… would that mean?” The tremble in her words made his cock twitch against her bottom.

“Other men will touch you, punish you. Eventually, maybe even use you — if I allowed it.”

“Would you?” She whispered it against his shoulder, kissing him gently.

“Yes, in time — if it was the right man.”

Hunter.

He wouldn’t tell her this, but if it were to be anyone, it would be him.

This day had been a test of much more than Lacey’s submissiveness and obedience. It had been the most difficult test for him. The moment he’d seen Von touch her bottom, the way she’d surrendered to it, the pleasure his friend so obviously took in spanking her.

It was a silent agony. But what was the most confusing part of it was one fact that kept repeating itself in his mind.

With Hunter, he hadn’t felt this way.

With him, he’d felt only possessive lust, a pride at the way Lacey submitted to his best friend. And a great joy that he and his wife could bring even a modicum of pleasure to his heartbroken friend.

No, with Hunter, all avenues were open when it came to his use of Lacey, and though Troy wasn’t sure he could do it at that moment, with time, he thought he might — just might — be able to let Hunter use his wife in any way he saw fit. There was a unique pleasure there in the prospect of sharing her between two men, two dominant men who would compel her submission, force her to yield even more of herself to their will, to their desires.

And just possibly, two men who could love her.

“I… I’ll do it.” She kissed his shoulder again. “Just, I need to know. I need to know you’ll be there, that you’ll still want me, no matter what they make of me. Whatever they do to me…” Her voice was tight, and he could tell she was near tears again. “I need you. Please.”

His heart swelled with pride, and lust, and possessiveness, and pure joy at her words.

“One last thing you need to know, Lacey girl.” He tipped her face up, and he tasted those soft, sweet lips once more. “Someday soon you may become part of White Valley, but no matter what happens, one thing will never, ever, change. You will always be mine. I love you, sweet girl, more than you will ever know.”

She beamed up at him, and in that moment, she never looked more beautiful.

“I love you too, Sir.”

And then they slept, and they no longer feared dreaming of what might be.

 

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