Introduction: Michael leads Elle down a new kinky path.
She was standing at the kitchen counter her hands frozen in the air above her coffee cup, heart beating wildly, her mind spinning. That was her first reaction when Michael told her what he wanted her to do. He'd already set everything up, all she had to do was be go with him and stay for a weekend. It was the thought of being on her own that was so scary.
By that point she'd already faced many challenges in their relationship but this was beyond anything she'd ever thought he'd ask of her. She was careful not to let any of her fear show outwardly but inside everything was shaking. How could she possibly do this?
She'd always trusted him, since the moment she met him she knew he'd never hurt her but what he's proposing could hurt them both. She really should have revised her checklist after they had gotten married but this subject has never come up so it never occurred to her to ask about it.
At the time they had only been married for a year, together for three but their marriage was still new for them. It had been unconventional from the beginning but deep down she'd hoped for a little ordinariness to settle things a bit.
She should have known better.
It had begun six months earlier. He had stripped her down, bent her over the table in the playroom, clipped her wrist restraints into place and then blindfolded her. The last thing she saw before world went dark was his smile.
His hands slid down her legs before he clipped her ankle cuffs to the table legs. She felt his breath against her back as he leaned over her prone form.
"Are you ready Elle?" He asked softly.
'Yes Michael." She answered.
"That's my girl." He hand slid up the back of her neck to grip her hair.
"Michael." She whispered as his hand turned her head to the side.
She could feel his lips brush her cheek. "Yes angel?"
"I love you." She sighed as his lips moved over her skin.
"I love you too Elle." His hands moved to her hips pressing her into the table as his jean clad hips swivelled against her upthrust ass.
Her hands flexed as his moved back slightly and she felt a hand between her legs cupping her pussy before running his fingers along her slit parting her. She gasped as he slid his fingers into her. "Mmmm so wet for me. Good girl." He murmured as he stroked. Her hips tilted begging.
His other hand disappeared and she could hear the zipper of his jeans as it slid down. The heavy weight of his cock on her ass caused her to pull against the restraints, tilting her hips as far as she could. His fingers disappeared from her pussy and she felt his hands on her ass pulling her lower lips open. His hips drew back letting the tip of his cock slip down, her breath caught in her throat as she waited. His hold on her tightened, keeping her in place as he drove forward, stretching her, filling her completely.
"Yes." She breathed as he pushed forward. The pain was exquisite.
"Who's pussy is this Elle?" He ground out as he started to stroke, short little movements that kept him mostly inside her.
"Yours Michael." She gasped.
"Remember that." He said.
She didn't get a chance to ponder his tone before the flogger struck the left half of her back. The side of her breast tingled where it was grazed by the leather. She gasped from the shock of pain. It came down on her right side as he thrust forward and she moaned.
The pain eased as he started to stroke deep two maybe three times. He pulled out then and the flogger hit her ass from the left then right in quick succession. Her hands curled into fists as the pain radiated up her back. Another strike from both sides before she heard the flogger drop on the table next to her and he shoved his cock back into her.
She strained against the restraints trying to tilt her hips but even on her tiptoes she couldn't do much. There were moments when she hated that table, this was one of them.
It was a custom made piece crafted out of wood, stained dark with thick straight legs. It stood three feet wide and three and a half feet long. Eye bolts gleamed along the bottom of the legs, each corner and in a row along the sides giving Michael the ability to clip her restraints in at several different angles. The top had a thin layer of padding covered in leather with seams six inches apart. The head of the table could be lowered to give him better access to her mouth and he had just recently added a little rack at the opposite end to hold a vibrator in place.
He'd mentioned adding another layer of soundproofing to the room after he'd brought that out the first time. She'd screamed herself hoarse and nearly passed out before he turned it off. As he had carried her upstairs to her to bed she admitted the first five orgasms were quite lovely but fifteen was too much for her, at least all at once. He thanked her for her honesty kissed her forehead and promised to keep it under fifteen next time.
All day he'd been sending her flirty little texts, telling her about all the naughty things he wanted to do to her that night, tantalized her with the promise of the vibrator. She'd been on a slow burn all day and she just wanted to be fucked hard and deep. She knew it wouldn't be that easy but a girl can always hope.
She moaned as he stroked at an agonizingly slow pace. She wanted to plead with him but she knew that would just prolong the torture. She'd learned that the hard way months ago. His ability to know how and when to give pain then pleasure to draw out just the right response from her body never failed to amaze her. More often than not she ended up a boneless quivering ragdoll by the time he was done with her. That day was no exception.
