Traded for Love (27 page)

Safe Word

(Jack)

Three days passed in agonizing preparation for the upcoming company retreat. I was secretly glad for the distraction. It was hard to keep my mind off Chastity and on my regular duties. Emily had been pretty clingy lately. We'd had dinner every night and she'd cuddled up to me in bed. She'd done everything she could to convince me to sleep with her. It was a refreshing change to see her needy side.

I'd put off our physical reconciliation. I wanted it to have as big an impact on her as possible. Without a heavy enough impression on her mind, her complete seduction couldn't be guaranteed, and I
needed
her to obey me entirely, and without argument.

In the meantime, I'd done some nice things for her. I'd had flowers sent to her in the middle of the day. I'd arranged the center to get some bonus money and a few renovations. Kim had been full of praises on the phone. Emily was almost all won over.

I still wasn't finished. I had to make her believe that my sexual aim had changed, that I was a
new man
. To do this, I'd have to plan my final stroke well.

Deciding it had to be a surprise, I waited until I had a day off and she was in the shower. She'd left the door open, so I went into the bathroom. I messed around at my sink so she'd hear that I was there.

“Jack?”

“Hm?”

“I was just making sure it was you.”

“Who else would it be?” I asked with a chuckle.

She giggled. “I don't know.”

“I just had to grab a swig of mouthwash. Would you rather be alone?” I asked, knowing fully well what her answer would be.

I could see the outline of her body stop moving through the frosted glass shower doors. “No! You don't have to go.”

“Maybe you'd like some company,” I suggested.

“C—company? You want to … come in with me?”

“Sure. If you're up for it.”

Her breath hitched. “Y—yes. I'd like that.”

I smiled wide and began pulling off my clothes.

She was holding her body wash when I stepped into the shower stall. It was wide enough for several people to fit and had a built-in stone ledge for sitting on. Jets lined the walls, but she'd turned off the lower two rows.

“Here, let me do that,” I said as I took the bottle from her. I squeezed some soap into the palm of my hand. “Where should I start?”

Her cheeks flushed bright pink. “I … don't know.”

I grinned. “Don't tell me you're embarrassed to be naked around me.”

“I just haven't been in a while; that's all.”

I sidled up closer to her. “If you don't tell me where you want this, it'll be wasted down the drain. Remember,” I whispered close to ear, “I won't touch you unless you tell me where you want it.”

Her bottom lip dropped away from her top one. “I … guess my back.”

“Yes ma'am,” I replied.

She turned and I began painting her back with the creamy soap. My pretty little innocent wife trembled under my hands. This was exactly how I wanted her.

I rubbed the soap into her skin, pressing my thumbs into her back for an added massaging effect. My hands wandered down to her lower back. I swooped my hand gently over the curve of her ass cheek. The skin there was soft and smooth. The suds slid over her shoulder-blades to her tailbone.

Without seeking her permission, I set my hands on her hips and guided her back against me. If she protested, I would have let her go (even if it did irritate me). I was convinced there was no chance of that, and of course, I was right.

Now was the time to put on a show, to entice her into giving me exactly what I wanted. To sweeten the pot, I'd have to show I wanted her. That was easy enough. All I had to do was think of Chastity. Before I knew it, I was in a fully aroused state.

I leaned in close to her ear. “There's something about you when you're all wet.” Her breathing deepened and quickened. “I didn't know it would make me so hot.”

Playing the unsure, cautious husband, I ran my wet hands over the front of her thighs. As I did, I pressed my lips softly on her neck.

A low moan dragged from her chest as she arched back against me. She set her small hands on mine.

“Is there anywhere else you want me to clean you up?” I whispered.

She couldn't even answer. She was too busy shaking in my arms to think straight.

I eased my hand between her legs. “What about here?” My fingers connected with the curls at the apex of her thighs. She buckled and moaned loud even though I'd barely touched her.

“Emily?”

“Wh—what?” she stuttered.

“You'll have to stop me. I don't think I can leave this shower without fucking you.”

Her clit began to pulse under my fingers.

“I want—I want it,” she said as her knees quaked.

“I don't think it's time yet,” I argued. “But you've got to stop me.” I made it sound like I was begging for her to help me quit … as if I was losing control with her—as if that was even possible.

“I can't,” she whined. “I can't think.”

“I'd better go,” I said with resignation, pulling my hand away. “This doesn't feel right.”

“Please don't!” she yelped, grabbing my wrist. “Please don't leave me like this. I can't take it anymore! I want you.”

I spun her in my arms and looked into her eyes. Water ran rivers along her collarbones, sheeted the expanse of her chest, dripped from her tightened nipples. “I want you, too. I want the slave I once had. I want the obedient girl who would do anything to please me.” I took her chin in my fingers. “I promise never to force myself on you again. I want you to please me because you want to, not because I have to wrestle you into it.”

“I do want to. I want to, Jack!” she pleaded. “That's all I've ever wanted.”

I took the wet length of her hair in my fingers and tugged her head back ever-so-gently, then I guided her down until she dropped to her knees.

“Say it again.”

The water fell on her cheeks. She looked so helpless, so intoxicated, looking up at me from the shower floor with her pleading eyes.

“I want to be your slave. I'll do anything you ask. I promise I'll please you, no matter what you ask me to do,” she said.

“Lie down,” I commanded.

She did so without a moment's hesitance.

I lowered down until I was on my knees between her legs. Under a thick blanket of steam she looked both terrified and desperate for me. This is what I wanted—desperation, abject desire, perfect obedience.

I bent my head low and took a nipple in my teeth. She squirmed underneath me as I bit down and kneaded her other tit in my right hand. My left hand reached down and began preparing her for the final act that would reclaim her as mine.

Sliding a finger in almost drove the poor woman crazy. She was tight. If I hadn't been wiser, I'd have suspected she was a virgin. But I
was
wiser. I'd been the one to take her to heights she'd never experienced, and I was damn sure going to do it this time.

I lifted my head and looked at her face, slack with sexual bliss. “Look at me,” I growled.

Her lashes fluttered closed. “Look at me, Emily Duncan.” She tossed her head and made eye contact. “Don't you stop looking at me while I fuck you.” She was beyond ready for me. It'd taken a mere touch to get her slick.

I invaded that long-untouched channel that was under my control and began to stroke. Her eyes glazed over, but she never looked away.

“Oh fuck,” she cursed under her breath.

Without the mercy of being gentle, I gripped her shoulder and held her down as I moved. The floor was unyielding against the force of my thrusts. She absorbed every bit of shock with her body. I made each solitary inch fit inside of her. I'd use it all to make her scream, make her crave more. I had to touch every bit of her I could, inside and out. That was the only way …

She held on for dear life as the hot water pelted both our bodies. “Don't you look away,” I ordered. “I want you to watch me take you back. You're all mine, Emily. All mine.”

Tears collected in her eyes. There was no mistaking it now. Those words had sent her over the edge. The sentiment in her face was supported by her pussy's swift squeeze around my cock. Her mouth was wide open, like she couldn't believe it was happening, as if she'd been transported out of her regular existence.

I didn't stop. There was no way I would. She wouldn't get away that easily. No, I was going to make her come until she lost her senses.

There were delicious wet sounds coming from between our legs and I reared back to get a good look at my destroyed slave, the woman I was reclaiming, the woman I would trade to fuck someone else.

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and bore down on her. Her torso curled under half my weight and I supported the rest of it with my hands braced on the floor.

Pressing straight down into her was an old feeling that I'd almost forgotten. She ate it up, bucking even though she was pinned down. Her second orgasm came as soon as I'd changed position. Her entire body was flushed.

“Is this what you wanted?” I fucked her faster. “Hm?”

“Yes! Yes sir!” Tears streamed pitifully from her eyes. “Please, don't stop, Master!”

“I demand more orgasms from you, do you hear me? I want to feel that pussy clench again,” I growled. “Don't make me ask twice.”

She was screaming now with every thrust, her hands grappling the floor, though there was nothing to hold onto.

By the time I pulled out of her, she'd had several more orgasms. I was near to the point of exhaustion. I hadn't fucked so hard for so long in a while. The results were satisfying. She was wrecked, out of breath and hoarse. Without me to hold her lower half up, her body lay on the shower floor. Her wet hair had matted on her forehead and she stared straight up, bereft of words.

I stood up on my wobbly knees and sat down on the stone bench.

“I think we should get out,” I suggested.

“No. I want to make you come first,” she protested, bringing herself up onto her trembling arms.

It was strange. I hadn't even come close, myself. I think it was because I'd considered this a job—all a part of the plan.

Then it occurred to me …

I can't remember what it's like to get off without touching her
.
I'm looking at my wife; I'm fucking my wife; but it's all for her
.
Chastity
.
That body, that face, that moan … they're everything.

They say a person's gut reaction to fear is often laughter. People laugh in order to keep themselves from feeling uncomfortable, or even to avoid emotion altogether. That might be why thinking of Chastity being my sole source of sexual pleasure made me laugh. I didn't want to face how dangerous it was. I didn't have time to rationalize the consequences of laughing in my particular predicament.

My wife, my poor, clueless wife was laying in the floor of our shower. I'd just fucked her stupid. And she'd just asked if she could try make me come.

I had to face the reality. My wife would never be able to make me come again.

I was too addicted to another woman … to Chastity.

And there was no turning back.

“What are you laughing at?” Emily asked. She sounded as if she'd been wounded, and rightly so.

“I'm sorry, honey. I'm just laughing at the fact that I'm exhausted. I'm so out of practice!” I rubbed the back of my head, trying to seem like I was embarrassed. “I don't think I can finish.”

Her expression changed and she giggled. “I love you.”

I leaned my fevered face against the cold wall. “I love you, too.” Her trusting expression was adorable. She had no idea what my plans were.

She didn't know that she'd stepped right back on the chess board as a pawn; and I was the king who would use her to get to the queen.

We went to bed naked that night. I had no intention of having sex again, but I was too lazy to put clothes on. I'd dominated her a little bit in the shower and cuddling and talking were all a part of the “aftercare” aspect I'd learned about. I figured I might as well let her cling to me for a while before she fell asleep.

I lay staring at the ceiling, hoping the pain in my aching balls would ease. I wanted Chastity. It'd only been a few days but every day it got worse. I had to make my move soon. I had to complete the illusion for Emily so she would trust me unreservedly.

Emily rolled over and cuddled up to me as she had for the past few nights. She moaned contentedly and strung her arm over my ribcage.

“Still awake?” I asked.

“I'm almost asleep,” she answered.

“Are you okay with what happened earlier?” I asked … as if I cared.

“I loved it,” she said with a sigh.

“I want you to do something for me, Emily.”

“What?”

“It's important to me that you know that even though I'm your Master, I've learned that I need to respect your boundaries.” I almost choked on the ridiculous stupidity of that statement. It sounded scripted. Still, she bit.

“Thank you, honey,” she said, squeezing me tight.

“I want you to pick a safe word.”

“A what?”

“It's a word you can say during sex for when things become too much for you. You can say that word and we can stop.”