Chapter 32

At home, Dave walked to the kitchen to fetch water. But I flew upstairs, my feet barely touching the carpet. After flinging open the door to the playroom, my view whipped around the rubber and plastic scented interior. Moan sliding from me, I staggered to the center of its thick rubberized flooring.

Once a spare bedroom, yeah, we’d done some redecorating.

My gaze zipped from the padded bench in the middle to a shiny, new X-frame bolted to the wall studs. Then I bit deep into my lip while scanning the leather shackles dangling before the window at the far end of the room. From there, I had a wonderful view of the back garden—if I wasn’t blindfolded. Tall cabinets lined the walls, filled with all the wondrous items we’d purchased.

I’m so naughty.

Yeah, I was. Troy had done everything to me. Everything. And I’d let him. No, I’d begged him. As the cameras had blinked. And before, with only Derrin and Mia watching.

“Okay, so test, um, not gone so well,” I whispered while sweeping hair from my cheek.

So, I wouldn’t reveal all to my husband. No, I’d atone for what had upset him. Pay for whatever had him stony-faced before and after dropping me off. As if I didn’t know. But I really needed to pay.

When my pussy spasmed once more at the memories, the room spun. After stumbling forward, I clawed at the bench with my shaking nails. Even as my shattered mind tried to parse what to say, and what to keep hidden to protect him, thump by thump, footfalls climbed the creaking stairs.

Again, I inspected the calm interior. My heart hammered; that quietness wouldn’t last.

Over the past months, we’d attended the local bondage club to watch others play. Then he’d gone alone several times. Those were excruciatingly long evenings, but each time he came home, sweaty and tired, he wore a huge grin. Although he refused to tell me what he’d discovered, he used me as an example. I learned about safe words. While playing with me, he showed me all his purchases, explaining what they did and how.

Once more, as the hanging shackles swayed in the cool air-conditioning, I scanned the room.

“Where will he want me?” I muttered, peeling the torn blouse from my shoulders. Once free of the wrinkled leather miniskirt, I placed them atop a counter. The stockings and heels I left on. Dave liked that look.

Again, I looked at the leather-wrapped bench. After the car salesman, he’d strapped me face-up over it. Then toyed with me for hours. That taught me not to suck an ass-tainted cock.

As I gnawed my lips with indecision, a tremor ran through my body. Troy’s cum slipped down my quivering legs. Its potent aroma mixed with mine as Dave walked in. My knees shook. Our eyes locked, but his dropped to inspect my shaking curves.

He nodded to the X-frame.

With a moan, I flew to it, arms outstretched, slamming my chest against the rubber pads as he placed the water on the padded bench. While my nails scratched at the icy metal and my squirming figure warmed the cool leather padding, he slipped a blindfold over my moaning face.

As my entire body spasmed at his touch, my pussy clenched, bringing a grimace to me. It was well and truly bored out, and each blast of chilly air reminded me that my sloppy insides still gaped.

While I shook and moaned, holding myself in position, he took his time. Cabinet doors opened and shut before his hands clasped my wrists and then my ankles, fixing them in place. After cinching the final thick leather strap at my waist, he checked for anything pulled too tight. He was always so concerned about my safety. My entire body tingled as Troy’s smile loomed; my husband would never have rammed me up a rough wooden wall.

No, Dave can’t do that.

When he ran a fingertip down my spine, the frame creaked as I twisted. Groans ripping from me, I attempted to arch into him. After a quiet sigh, he swatted my shaking ass with his hand.

“Such a slut.”

That was an understatement. Mind awash with memories of that filthy room, what could I say? Nothing. So I nodded. While his soft fingers caressed a burning butt cheek, fresh warmth slipped down each trembling thigh. After sweeping over the imprints of Troy’s hands on my hips, then ribs, my husband’s fingertips traced the red streaks the rough wood had left along my back. Under his roaming digit, all I could do was pant and buck against the pads.

“Such a”—his voice appeared in my ear, just as Dave’s body flattened against me—”slut.”

His naked chest leaned into my trembling spine. With a desperate groan, I tried to grind into him while his shaft, so rigid and hot, separated my ass cheeks.

“So, what happened first?”

As he stepped away to retrieve something from the table, I told him about walking in to find Mia sucking Troy while Derrin worked on the cameras.

“Hmm, so not Rio?”

“Um, no, sir.” As I wagged my head, my battered tresses slid along my bare shoulders.

“Then what?”

Heart racing, I gulped.

Troy’s smile and his words.

The words just for me.

For Laura. Dave’s wife. Not for Rochelle. Not for “teach.” For me.

While clenching my teeth, I hissed when he glided something stiff yet flexible down my spine.

“Um, he, uh, threw me onto the bed.”

I don’t want to hurt his feelings. He doesn’t need to know.

“And? That’s when he fucked you?” He cleared his throat, then slid the object over my shaking asscheeks. “That Troy from the ... Um, from the school.”

“Uh, oh, God.” After trying to arch my pelvis back at him from the creaking metal, I shook my head. “No, he, um, made me suck him.”

“Made you?” he muttered and whatever it was flicked at the skin of one buttock.

Snap.

At its surprising sting, I yelped and flew into the frame. A resounding thud echoed around the room.

“Made you, slut?”

After gasping for air, I again shook my head and corrected. “I wanted to suck him—sir.”

The item swirled along my ribs.

“He come in your mouth?”

While I chewed on my lips and swayed backward into the swirling thing, memories flooded my brain. Okay, they weren’t memories. They were the first lies. Alright, more lies; I’d already skipped the wall fuck.

“No, sir.” Once more, my hair swept my shoulders as my head wagged. “Um, in my throat.”

Dave ran the long, thin object through my tresses and over my cheek. It smelled of rawhide.

A riding crop!

Oh fuck. He’s using the crop. Not the cute little flogger.

Okay, so it wasn’t the new toy. That should’ve been a warning.

“Hmm, so he filled your little tummy?”

When he slid the flat leather tip into my parted lips, I nodded carefully. But as its icy length stroked my mouth, I collapsed my cheeks to suckle. I was being a good little slut. A lying, good little slut.

Fear swiftly changed to pleasure when he pulled it from my lips to run it along my spine. As the damp hardness descended, its warm wet trail cooled on my skin.

When will he strike again? I need it. I’m so slutty. Troy’s soft words. Those words only for me. And God help me, I’m lying. For all the right reasons. Really, Laura? Really?

Snap.

As I screamed at the sudden slash across my back, I slammed into the padding.

“Swallowed it all?”

“Yes!” The burn merged with the pleasure fountaining inside me.

Snap.

“Slut!”

That strike had landed at the rear of my thigh. Nerves flared. A high-pitched scream ripped from me as I shook in the bindings.

“Yes!”

Methodical and silent, he struck me over and over, using light but random hits to cover my bucking back and twisting thighs. Alongside the burns building on my skin, delicious pleasure seared my throbbing insides.

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