Paul turned me over roughly, bringing a grunt of joy from my lungs. I loved it when he was rough and masterful. Holding my hands behind my back in one of his hands, he held me down and spanked me hard, turning my ass from lily white to what I was sure looked more like fire engine red.
I closed my eyes, loving the stinging burn. Though I loved the massage that followed even more. That’s what Paul did. He would hurt me a bit, just to make me feel it and then make me feel really damn good!
I heard him open the bedside drawer and I knew what was coming next, the cool metal of the custom-made shackles touching my wrist and covering me with goosebumps from head to toe. Releasing my arms, as they were already well secured, he used both hands to put the shackles on my ankles.
Once I was done up like a Thanksgiving entree, he tilted my head back, opening my mouth with his thumb on my chin. Getting the ball-gag fastened behind my head, he started to work on my pussy.
He began with his fingers, putting two deep inside me, fast and hard, working me to the brink before pulling back just before I came, wanting to work me up for it. I forgave him as soon as I heard the cap on the lube.
Giving my asshole a good licking, working in from gently sucking my angry red ass cheeks, he slipped the well lubed butt plug deep into my ass. I closed my eyes and moaned against the ball-gag, trembling with pleasure.
While the butt plug did its job in my asshole, Paul eased the lubed head of his cock against my trembling pussy. I wanted him so bad I could taste it. And it wasn’t just the rubber of the gag.
Shoving his cock deep inside me, he took me by both shoulders and mercilessly pounded me in my tight little pussy until I screamed. My sounds of pain and joy were muffled by the ball-gag.
He pulled out while I was still trembling, lifted my head by my hair and came all over my face, slathering me with his thick, hot cum.
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “That’s my good little pet. My wife.”
Stroking himself until he was hard again, Paul got back on the bed behind me and pulled the butt plug out with a pop. Without a moment’s hesitation, other than to quickly lube me up, Paul mounted me again, shoving his cock deep into my asshole and then he started to pump me hard.
It hurt a little but not in the bad way and soon my asshole opened up enough that it actually started to feel good.
I closed my eyes as he fucked my ass, focusing on the wonderful feeling, knowing that I couldn’t move. He was in complete control and would only ever make me feel great.
“I’m cumming, master,” I called out, feeling so good. “You’re making me cum.”
“I’m cumming in you, too,” he said. “In my pet’s little asshole. I love to fuck my wife in her ass.”
“Mmmm,” I said, as he pulled his cock out of me, followed by his dripping cream pie. “I love you, sir. Boss. Master.”
“I love you, too,” he replied.
Things could not have turned out any more perfect. He had continued to do work for the firm from home and had climbed the ranks to partnership for his diligence and success under lockdown. I continued to be his assistant, as well as to take care of the house.
Our co-workers knew we had gotten together, and they didn’t seem to care. Everyone had been understandably worried about their health. And now everyone was free to be out in society again, and my husband and I could celebrate our real life together.
I was as happy as I had ever been and knew that I would be forever more.
THE END