"Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires"
-Macbeth
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The man stalked the shadowy edges of the dimly lit room like an animal watching its prey.
The couple were in their own world, kissing each other lustfully by the bed as two lovers about to be separated by a great distance. But it wasn't sadness or grief that filled their eyes, but passion and energy. His hands rubbed across her bare breasts and down over the silky red panties they had picked out for the night.
Her husband was a strong man. Tall and handsome in his white dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned and black pants.
The man continued his slow pace around the room, turning on the various cameras that they had set up to capture every moment of what was about to come. One by one the tiny red lights of the cameras came to life and from the center of the room it seemed as if a pack of wolves were staring you down. Ready to devour you at the slightest sign of weakness or flight.
"That's enough", the man spoke softly but firmly.
The man reached into a tattered and worn, brown leather duffel bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Picking up a chair from the corner of the room he placed it in the shadows directly across from the foot of the bed.
"Sit", he ordered the other man, setting the handcuffs down and pointing at the chair. "And put those on behind your back."
The woman grabbed her man's face and pulled him in for one last, deep, passionate kiss.
"Enjoy the show, baby", she smirked. Her hand stealth-fully moved down between his legs and gripped his cock through the front of his dress pants.
"Now go do what you were told." She giggled and turned him around toward the chair, giving his ass a playful smack as he went.
Her husband walked over to his chair, sat down and locked the cool metal cuffs around his wrists behind him.
His wife stared at the other man in the room. A mixture of nervousness, playfulness and lust in her eyes.
When they started their journey into kink this had all just been about exhibitionism. The two of them got off on letting others watch. Wether that was a willing participant or the random stranger who caught a glimpse of them as her husband loafers her skirt in a shady corner of the park and slipped his fingers in between her pussy lips.
But as things progressed and their wants and desires grew, thy both craved more bold things. Her husband's playful smacks on her ass turned to a cane streaking bright marks across her skin. The rope they had bought from the hardware store down the road was replaced by strong, leather bindings holding her tightly in place, unable to move but to squirm as his cock slipped inside of her at his pleasure.
And the thought of others watching her became a burning desire for her husband to watch her. To feel another man touching her naked body and probing into her most intimate places. The build up of energy as she forgot everything around her but the feeling of this other man's cock inside of her.
It wasn't about cheating. It wasn't even about wanting another man. It was about her husbands eyes. Watching. Yearning. His cock twitching and growing with each thrust of the other man inside of her. She wanted his full, undivided, undying attention as she showed off for him.
And she was finally going to have it.
The man stared back at her in silence. Holding her gaze as he stepped slowly toward her. His movements were not that of a man overcome by want or need. He stepped toward her as a lion would stalk up to its wounded prey, knowing that it can not escape.
He raised his hand to her cheek and then to the back of her neck, gripping gently and bringing her in for a deep kiss. She gave a happy moan as his mouth enveloped her soft lips and their tongues intertwined. Her mind was still so much on her husband, but the man was making it easy for her to forget. She allowed herself to be in the moment and enjoy the feelings.
"I've been waiting for that for some time. Now, turn around and bend over the bed, ass in the air", he commanded gently.
His voice was calm, deep and soothing. There was no forcefulness or degradation in his tone. He simply spoke and expected that she did as she was told.
The woman turned around facing the bed and bent over seductively. Placing her hands on the bed, she pushed her ass out slightly, giving him full view of what he was about to have.
And then everything went dark as the blindfold was placed over her eyes. She could feel her skin tingle with anticipation as the silky cloth tightened. And then, the feeling of his fingers slowly tracing down her back. His palms against her hips and then down to her ass.
The man's finger tips slipped gently underneath her soft, rose-red panties. She could feel him inching closer between her thighs. A warmth came over her body as he entered her. Electricity shot out from between her legs and moved outward.
"I've been thoroughly enjoying the images your husband has been sending me of you", he almost whispered.
She smiled and twisted ever so slightly with his fingers. " Mmmm.... yes, Sir. I think that he's been even more eager than I have."
His index finger began circling her clit slowly.
"I'm sure that he is. But you..." he said with a smirk. "You have been a naughty, teasing little thing."
He rubbed her clit just a bit harder as he spoke, eliciting a quiet exhale of air.
"I have, Sir."
Removing his hand from between her thighs, the man gripped her hair firmly and brought her face up to meet his.
"I think that you've been enjoying that a bit too much. Your husband agrees with me that you need to learn a lesson in self-control."
She smiled wide, knowing where this was leading.
"Mmmm.... Yes, Sir, I do."
"Good girl."
He released his grip on her hair and placed his hand on her ass cheek, rubbing and squeezing it tightly. She purred in anticipation.
The first smack came without warning. His hand smacked against her skin causing her to jump from the surprise impact. But she smiled and moaned under her breath non-the-less.
Again his hand came down on her other ass cheek. Then again. And again. With each smack his hand came down that much harder.
She was used to this. Her husband would spank her regularly in their play. In fact, he often used more... torturous... implements such as paddles and canes.
When they had started their journey, she never thought of herself as a masochist, but the more they played the more she craved the feeling. Being told to bend over and expose her ass for him. Taking the playful smacks and enduring the harder ones. It became a test she desperately wanted to pass each time. And she prided herself in the strength she showed each time he tested her and she did not break.
The man continued. Even such relatively gentle swats became unbearable if delivered without pause. The warmth grew across her bottom until it turned into a burning. She could think of nothing but the feeling of the next impact and hope that it would be the last.
His hand came down one last time across her cheek hard causing her to jump forward. The burning sensation peaked and then slowly started to dissipate.
"Stand up and turn around," he commanded.
She did as she was told. Standing up straight and turning around toward him, she rubbed her ass cheeks gently.
He placed his fingers under her chin and raised her face up toward his own. The blindfold over her eyes still prevented her from seeing him, but she could feel his body inches from her own. His controlled, lustful energy radiated off of him and over her.
"Are you going to be a little tease again," he said firmly?
The woman grinned widely.
"Yes."
The man almost let out a laugh. He expected nothing less of this strong, confident, sassy woman. He grabbed her by the arms and turned her around so her back was to her man.
