Chapter 10

As they separated, Rob collapsed back into the nearest armchair, chest heaving, his slacks and boxers still tangled around his ankles. Elise sprawled sideways across the sofa, legs splayed, her own jeans and panties bunched uselessly at her feet. The living room smelled of sex and rain.

Rob was the first to speak, voice rough and half-laughing. “I am in no way complaining, babe ... but what the fuck?”

Elise turned her head toward him, a slow, wicked little smile spreading across her flushed face. Her hand drifted down between her thighs almost without thinking, fingers lazily stroking her still-sensitive, cum-slick pussy as she answered.

“Oh Rob ... Ella’s ‘guest’ answered the door,” she said, voice husky. “Ella was standing right behind her in that glossy black latex catsuit you saw the other day, the one that looks painted on. The woman was petite, about my height, blonde. She had a delicate black lace mask over her eyes, like she was trying to hide her identity but not really. Leather cuffs on her wrists, clipped together in front. She was completely naked except for the tiniest white thong ... and it was obviously damp. Her nipples were bright red, like they’d just been pinched hard.”

Elise’s fingers moved a little faster between her legs as she continued, eyes half-lidded.

“She was so polite ... unashamed. She looked straight at me with her head slightly lowered and said, ‘Thank you, Miss, for shopping for Mistress Ella’s needs and bringing them here. May I please take the bag so I may put them away in Mistress’s kitchen?’ Then she took the bag with both cuffed hands and scurried off, head down, bare feet padding across the floor.”

Rob watched his wife intently, cock twitching again despite having just come. The way Elise was unconsciously playing with herself while she recounted the scene was turning him on all over again.

“Ella stepped closer,” Elise went on, breath catching as her fingers circled her clit. “She touched my cheek ... so gently ... and said she was sorry if it shocked me, but that it was part of the girl’s training. That she knew a stranger might be at the door and still made her answer it like that. Ella thanked me for not making a scene, then told me she had to get back to her. She said she’d call tomorrow, maybe we could all go out for lunch, her treat.”

Elise’s eyes were closed now, head tipped back against the sofa cushion, legs spread wider as she rubbed herself more openly, two fingers slipping inside her cum-filled pussy with wet little sounds.

Rob leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, completely captivated. They’d played with bondage toys plenty of times over the years, soft ropes, cuffs, the occasional blindfold, but this was different. There was a raw hunger in Elise’s voice, a deeper pull. She wasn’t just turned on by the kink; she was aching for the power dynamic, the surrender, the control.