A Slave to Desire (4 page)

Biting my lip, knowing I couldn’t cum before
pushing him over the edge, a new sound flitted to my ears; Eric
trying to speak. He started with the word “I”, repeating it each
time I bottomed out. The word was faint, struggling through his
choking cries, but it was there. Slowing down I swallowed back my
desire and focused on my slave.

“Is there something you wish to say?” The
words were slow, mimicking my new motion.

His breathing was heavy but he managed to
speak—his head down facing the floor, hair disheveled and wet with
sweat. “I deserve this.”

The words struck me, at my core and I had to
hear him say the rest; to tell me why he deserved this
treatment.

Pushing in I asked, “Why?”

In one breath Eric blurted, “Because of how I
treated my wife.” His sobs this time were not brought on by me; I
was motionless, feeling at peace from his admission. “I was awful
to her, I don’t even have the dignity to look her in the face or
say a kind thing to her now because of how much shame I feel. I
deserve this, I deserve everything, and the fucked up thing is it’s
the only way I can get off; the worse the treatment, the better.”
He let out a short laugh. “So do to me as you wish, Mistress. I am
your slave.”

Not sure what to say to his confession, words
I wished to hear for so long, I pulled out of him and sat back to
decide what to do next and saw his dick was still hard, having
never faltered with all I put him through. As I observed him he
didn’t move and seemed to wait for my command. Getting to my feet I
unsnapped the harness and let it drop to the floor. Eric jumped
when it hit but stayed in position, like a well trained slave.
Going to his hands I unhooked them from the bar then went to his
legs and unsnapped those as well before bringing him to his
feet.

There was one piece of furniture that was
unused in my chamber, except on very rare occasions, and that was
my red silk draped bed. Still blindfolded with cuffs in place at
wrists and ankles I guided Eric up on the platform and I turned him
around to place his used rear upon soft bedding.

“Lie back and bring your arms above your head
then scoot up until you touch the frame.”

Eric did as I asked without question, without
hesitation. Spreading his arms wide I hooked them to the rings on
the frame then did the same to his feet. The entire time Eric’s
cock remained hard and the sight of it had my mouth watering once
more.

After his second ankle was hooked in I stood
up and was moved by the sight of him. His arms and legs spread
wide, chest still baring marks from where I smacked his nipples
were set nicely against the silken crimson surrounding him, but
most spectacular was his cock. It was solid, with pre-cum already
forming at its tip, and had a slight curve that was perfect for
hitting that oh so sweet spot all women had. I would have never
thought I would stand before Eric and feel the urge to be fucked by
him again, but there I stood.

“What is about to happen is out of the
ordinary, but because you were such a good slave and learned so
very much in such a short time you will be rewarded with something
not many of my slaves receive. In fact, you are the first to get
this reward on the initial visit.” As I spoke to Eric I stripped
off my dress and climbed on the California king bed next to
him.

“And this,” I took his cock in my hands, “has
never happened,” and put it in my mouth.

His moan matched mine because I had forgotten
how good he could taste when he wasn’t forcing me. It was like when
we were first dating. The only difference was that I had way more
experience since then.

Pushing the length of him down my throat I
eased passed my gag reflex and brought all of him in before pulling
back out again. The sides of his dick grew harder, the veins
becoming tantalizing paths my tongue wanted to explore, as I pushed
and pulled his cock out of my mouth. My moans mixed with his and I
began to fear he would cum before I could feel him in my pussy,
stretching me as wide as I could take, so I pulled back and
squeezed hard at the base.

“Uh, uh, uh. No cumming before I get what I
want.” Reaching to the nightstand which held items that may be
needed for the bed I grabbed a leather cock ring I could snap on
nice and tight.

Letting go, his cock went back to hard
instead of near bursting which allowed me to fit the leather band
on snuggly before snapping it closed. “There, much better. Don’t
you agree slave?”

“Yes Mistress.” It was hard to tell if his
voice was stressed from the cock-ring or from his building need;
from what I knew of him, I would guess the later.

Massaging his dick, still slick with my own
saliva, I watched his body arch as he moaned; turning his head to
the side, pressing it against the downy pillow. Bringing my lips
back to him I flicked the tip with my tongue as I kept my eyes on
his writhing figure. He reminded me of the women I had been with at
the sex club, clutching for something, their heads shaking back and
forth as though they were subconsciously saying “no” to their own
lust while I fingered and licked their delicate pussies.

A deep moan left Eric as a tremor took his
legs and I had to thank myself that I remembered the cock-ring in
time. His dick was fully engorged and looked almost painful; the
head purple and swollen and ready to please my cunt.

Straddling him I ran my pussy along his dick,
sandwiching it between us. His cock was warm, full of the need to
be released, and felt amazing against my clit. I couldn’t help but
rub against all that satiny-hard flesh—a delicious
contradiction—and gyrate my hips to grind my kernel against his
head before bringing it down the length of him stuttering at every
bump along his thick cock. As I molested his dick like it was a fat
pussy I leaned over and began sucking on his hard nipples. Eric
cried out at first then moaned as I went back and forth from nipple
to nipple; all the while I still rubbed my pussy along his dick.
When my climax built to where I could bare it no longer I stayed at
the tip and ground against it until my orgasm released, leaving me
bucking and moaning above him.

Eric’s chest was rising with each breath,
showing he was just as affected my by dick molestation as I had
been. Unable to withstand my own need, wanting that hard throbbing
meat inside me, I extracted a rubber from the table and placed it
over him. Holding his cock in my hand I positioned myself above it,
ready to relish every inch.

Increment by increment I pushed down onto his
rigged phallus. It had been such a long time since I had been with
a man so large that it was almost like being stretched for the
first time. A shudder ran through me as I felt him bottom out,
crushing my cervix. The walls of my pussy twitched at the feeling
of being widened; it was ready for more.

Pulling him out slowing I leaned forward, my
arms on either side of him, and positioned his cock in me so I
could rub that fat head on my G-spot. Rolling my hips in circles I
stroked that inner spot over and again, occasionally bumping my
clit against his lower stomach. Each time both connected a pulse
would roll through me until my body felt alive with the need to
cum.

Sitting up I increased my pace, but his
length and my own desire made it hard to maintain rhythm. Eric’s
lips twitched and it seemed he wanted to say something so I told
him to speak as I rode his cock.

“Please, Mistress, release my hands. Please
let me pleasure you.”

Eric had never asked to please me in any way,
even when we were still in love, so there was no way I was going to
deny that request. Pausing I reached back and unhooked his ankles
then forward to undo his wrists. Once I did Eric pulled me to him
and turned me on to my back. With his blindfold and shackles still
in place he spread my legs and entered me. My pussy was ready so he
didn’t hesitate; instead he pushed inside of me and started with
the pace I ended on.

As Eric drove his cock into me with more
force than I could muster while on top his right thumb found my
clit and started making circles. My body quaked and shook as he
held my right leg to him and stroked my core forcing climax after
climax from me until an orgasm split my being in two and had me
screaming and shaking, muttering intangible words as though I was
having a turrets fit. It was all I had in me to pull myself
together as Eric brought me to my knees. In a cloud of orgasmic
bliss I still knew I was supposed to be the master and him the
slave but the desire to be fucked seemed to have turned the
tables.

Once on my knees Eric entered me again and my
next orgasm hit me at once. Moaning and shivering I brought my hand
to my clit, unable to control my need for more, my need to cum
harder again and again. And cum I did. Over and over until warm
liquid was gushing out of me and around Eric as he pounded through
my convulsing pussy which was getting tighter with each pass.

Once I felt drunk with lust, seeing spots and
blurs and not really hearing sounds anymore, I reached back and
released the cock ring. Eric must not have expected the action
because in two strokes he was falling over me shaking with his own
release. In that moment I swear I heard him whisper “Lynnie” to my
back and I was more than surprised he chose me to imagine while he
fucked me, yet didn’t know it.

“Bye Mom!”

“Bye. You guys, be good okay. I’ll see you
next week.” It was hard each time not to tear up when Eric
surprised the kids.

That first session had really initiated a
change in him, which was obvious right away when he called that
night to see if he could have the kids more often. The months that
had followed brought him into my chamber again and again as well as
improved his attitude from day to day. It was a change I very happy
to see. The fact I helped make that change, even if he didn’t know
it, made it even more wonderful. An added bonus was that it helped
me heal too and he was now one of only three clients I saw—the
minimum to continue working at Grautönen—because I didn’t need it
anymore; I only needed the money.

Eric jogged over from the massive RV; done
with loading the kids’ stuff in. “Okay. So I’ll have them back by
Thursday, unless they want to stop somewhere else. I do have the RV
rented for an additional week, just in case.” His smile was light,
like it was when we first met.

Giving his shoulder a squeeze I returned it.
“It’s fine. Have fun. They are going to love the Grand Canyon. It’s
a beautiful place. Oh, if you do decide to stay longer you could go
to Moab, see the parks there too.”

“That isn’t such a bad idea.” His smile
turned up at the corner.

“Come on dad, I want to stop and Micky-D’s
before we get on the freeway.” Robbie, the oldest, looked impatient
hanging out the passenger window.

Eric laughed. “Alright, I’m just saying
goodbye to your mom.” He turned back to me. “Hey, I’ve been meaning
to tell you something.”

“Yeah?” My curiosity was peeked.

“I’ve been building up the courage to tell
you this for some time now, and with as good as things are going, I
think this is the time.” His hands came to my shoulders as his eyes
became intent. “I’m really, really sorry for how I treated you. It
was wrong, you were more than I deserved and still are, and I’m not
just saying that because you look amazing now. I mean it. I’m
sorry.”

His hands fell away but the smile stayed and
the sincerity I saw in his eyes during his apology was plain for
anyone to see.

“Thank you for saying that, and for what you
have been doing lately. The kids really love this extra time with
you.”

“You know, you could come with us.”

His invite was unexpected; I had already
declined when he had told me about his plan. “Eric, I.”

“Come on, it would be fun.” His smile this
time was wide and full of mischief.

He had been trying the past month to get me
to hang out with him and the kids, or even go on a date, but at
every chance I shoot it down. It was nice that what he went through
at my job helped him be a better person in real life but I wasn’t
ready to repair a marriage that put me in that job in the first
place. Ricki thought us getting back together was a romantic
notion, having been told who Eric was after he left that first time
and given the bracelet from Walter as an apology for not telling
him sooner, I on the other hand wasn’t the romantic type.

“No, Eric. Thank you, but it would be best if
I didn’t.”

He pursed his lips a moment before nodding, a
look of disappointment about him, then leaned forward and gave me a
small hug. Hugs were not taboo with us because they seemed to make
the kids happy knowing were nice to one another.

Pulling back he said, “Okay, as you wish,”
then looked me in the eyes and added, “Mistress,” before walking
away.

He got in the RV without another word and
honked the horn as he pulled away; the sounds of our children
yelling “bye mom” wafting to my ears while I stood in shock.

Lifting my hand I waved—feeling as though I
looked like a deer in the headlights, I tried to shake away the icy
feeling in me—when my phone vibrated. Drawing it out of my apron
pocket I saw a text from Eric:

My blindfold slipped the first time I was in
your chamber, when you were on top. The only reason I kept coming
back was because it was you. I will do whatever it takes. I love
you. I’m sorry. I deserve even more than what I get at your job and
I understand why you work there. I’m sorry for that too. What do
you want me to do?

Looking at the screen I blinked a few times
not sure how to reply then it became obvious. He always knew it was
me and that fact was what made him start trying harder with the
kids, start being nicer to me, and work up to an apology that I
would only now be able to except. It was the reason he was trying
to date me as well. He wants Lynette and the Mistress to be one in
the same.