“Blake, man. Good to see you.” He slapped the palm of Blake’s outstretched hand, giving him a high five. “And this must be the lovely Lysa I’ve been hearing all about. A stunner Yuri said, well, he’s right.”
The compliment was neither endearing nor insulting. Lysa detested the idea others discussed her behind her back, yet… she’d never thought of herself as attractive.
“She is a beauty,” confirmed Blake, squeezing her hand.
Lysa didn’t think her cheeks could get any warmer. She scuffed her feet on the floor, hiding her eyes from the men.
“And I see you’ve bought the newlywed choice of implements. No paddle?” He eyed up the objects
on the counter.
“I’d like a wooden one,” announced Blake.
The shopkeeper whistled. “You are spoiling her, which one?”
Blake showed him and the two men returned with the paddle. Close up, it appeared thicker than it did in the cabinet. She gulped.
“You’ll be wanting these, too, I guess.” The cashier reached under the counter and brought out four cuffs with small chains attached.
Lysa stifled a cry of alarm. Shackles!
“Discounted for newlyweds,” offered the shopkeeper. He leaned on the counter, directing his comment to Blake. “All the beds have hooks in the corners. Ideal, you know…” He winked and stood up.
She went mute, unable to force a single sound out of her mouth. Blake paid for the lot, including the shackles, and she trotted next to him in silence as they headed back to the pod. She’d gone from disbelieving indignation to simple shock.
Once the door banged shut behind her, she expected him to bend her over and try them all out on her poor bottom. Instead, he dropped the shopping bag on the table then buried his face in her long hair, kissing and groping her with undeniable urgency.
She collided with a wall, backed into it by his forceful molestation. He bunched her skirt up to her waist, knocked her feet apart, and cupped her sex with his hand, pressing the heel of his palm into her mound and then penetrating her with a finger.
“You are super wet. I knew it!” He sniggered and she turned her face away, ashamed. “Spank you? I only have to show you those implements, speak of them and you’re dripping with desire.”
She shook her head, trying to deny his discovery. He plied his fingers inside her slit, sliding them back and forth, and she hovered, determined not to come and hating her body for betraying her. It went against her ideals, her grandmother’s teachings, to submit to a man and relinquish her control. Yet, she desired him more and more, waiting for him to come home from work with his stiff cock and eager hands. What if he did spank her, did it matter? Her body liked it, even if her mind couldn’t reconcile why.
“Stop fighting it, Lysa. We are so right for each other. I’ve given you everything you wanted and this is what I desire.”
She’d held his hands and vowed to be the wife he wished her to be. Lysa blinked, nodded at his declaration, but unable to bear his eyes, the way they drilled into her soul and unleashed a darker side of her nature. She kept her face to one side, hiding, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her desperate expression. How she yearned for him.
He spoke no more and released his manhood from its confines. Gripping her buttocks, he held her steady and she opened her legs wider, jutting her pelvis forward. He rose up, driving his cock passed her tight opening. It was necessary to grit her teeth, suppress a cry. Her head snapped backwards, hitting the wall. The next thrust, he speared her deep, powering his way in until his entire cock occupied her pussy. He paused, panting hot breaths against her bare neck.
She bent her knees, coiling her legs around his wide hips, not quite making it all the way round. The shift in position allowed her to sit on the palms of his hands. The interlude of adjustment ended. With a deep inhale, he withdrew and thrust again. His remorseless pummelling continued and she ached about the groin, her breasts painfully squashed by his ramming body. She rose up the wall until he stood fully upright.
Another grinding entry into her tender pussy and she came. An explosive burst of nerve endings cascaded about her body in contracting waves.
“Sorry, sorry,” she uttered, remembering his rule that she should not come without his explicit command.
Blake said nothing. His fingers crushed her buttocks, pinching her flesh and she yelped with the sharp pain. A small reminder of her transgression.
He came with a juddering roar, pumping his cum deep inside with a series of rapid thrusts. His arms went limp and she grabbed hold of his neck, clinging to him as he lowered her legs.
He panted from his exertions, a rare display of fatigue. “Do you understand, Lysa?”
“Yes.” His semen slid down her inner thigh, coating her with an extra layer of liquid.
“I want to spank you. I will spank you. I’m not going to hurt you, not like…” he halted. “When I punish you, you will know it’s a punishment; however, other times when it’s not punishment, if you find it’s too much, I will permit you to ask me to stop.” He eased back off her, releasing her. She took in his eyes—dark pools that shone brightly—and they eased her wary mind.
“What of me, my wish?” she murmured.
“Tomorrow, I will log you on to the system. Two hours a day. No more.” He wiped away a tear from her eye. “Don’t cry. It’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”