How Bad She Needs To Be Good Ch 06

Chapter 6

It was a quiet ride back from the Club for Tim and me. We were processing all the emotions and sensations from our scene with Allen, our master. In a private dining room at what I now knew was an exclusive sex club, Allen had taught me a lesson. He did not suffer brat behavior. He made the point by using Toni, one of his subs, who worked at the club. I couldn't call her a server anymore -- at least not in the traditional restaurant meaning. She served Allen, whom we called Sir, and tonight she had served me a buffet of cum. And I wanted more.

As Tim drove, I wondered how he was handling all this. We had showered and recovered at the club. Toni had given us reassurance and praise for our efforts. I licked my lips at the thought of her. My jealousy was fighting with the taste of her in my mouth -- a taste I had received from my husband's own cock an hour earlier. As part of my punishment for my insubordination with Sir, she had ridden my husband's cock, made him beg, and finally left me to finish him in my mouth. Part of my humbling being that I took my cuckold husband's cum in my mouth, holding it there to until I could spill it into the water glass on the table with the other loads of cum. A water glass I had filled with cum and saliva in trips back and forth to the gloryhole booths. I vibrated with the memory. Sure, the setting was posh and elite, but the acts were the basest. My body was a receptacle and Sir owned it.

I reached over and touched my husband's cheek. "I love you," I said.

He turned his head to the side, not taking his eyes off the road, and kissed the palm of my hand.

When we got home, our walk from the garage was quiet. I stepped through to the kitchen and poured us each a drink. In silence still, I walked out to the backyard. Tim followed me a step behind.

I sat down in a lawn chair and stared up at the moon. It was late at night but I didn't have work tomorrow (well, today to be honest about the hour.) Tim sat down next to me. He reached over and took my hand. We sipped our drinks for a moment, still not wanting to break the spell.

Finally, because I was the leader now between us, I spoke. "Tim, I'm sorry that I pushed things with Sir. The punishment was for me, but you bore the consequences too."

Tim squeezed my hand. "I literally signed up for this," he said. "I would have swapped places with you had he let me."

I knew it was true. Tim had proven his desire for humiliation time and again. And his devotion to me and my pleasure was beyond the bounds of a traditional husband. He knew I loved Sir and craved the debasement he gave me, the domination that Tim knew he could never convincingly provide. Our marriage now was a threesome -- a ladder, as I described it, with Tim on the bottom rung.

Still, it stung.

Seeing his face as Toni ground her pussy on his dick. Knowing that I wouldn't be the last pussy he felt anymore. Now Tim's last sensation of a pussy would not be mine but Toni's because Sir had forbidden Tim from entering me again that way. I felt the jealousy rise in me.

"Did you enjoy her?"

"No," Tim said, his face suddenly pained. But the look I gave him made him shift gears. "I mean, yes, it felt good, but you have to know, I only love you. I did it only because those are the rules. Your rules. I do as I'm told."

"You didn't want to use a safe word?"

He went quiet. "I guess... I didn't feel... In danger?"

I realized I was being unfair. I was hurt and ever since we signed ourselves over to Allen, I allowed myself to be crueler with Tim.

"I'm sorry," I said. "That was mean of me."

"Please," Tim said, "I adore it when you're harsh with me, Becky. I get so fucking hard when you tease me."

I turned to him. "Show me."

He reached down and opened the fly of his pants. He pulled out his dick. It was quickly growing. I realized I missed it. It wasn't as big as Allen's and it was circumcised, unlike Allen's, but it was my husband's cock and I loved it. Familiar and comforting. For the first time since the beginning of our cuckold relationship, I wanted to fuck it. I had been caught up in the honeymoon of lust with Allen, but tonight I felt a longing to reconnect with Tim that way. With all my focus on the top rung and the -- let's face it -- fun of torturing the bottom rung, I had underestimated what it feels like to be the middle rung. I felt torn between two loyalties. It didn't matter that Tim preferred his place. He was also now forbidden fruit. I needed to reclaim him.

"Stroke it. Gently," I said.

He moaned as he began his careful, slow masturbation.

"I love your cock, Tim. I hope you know that. It's difficult to deny myself the pleasure of it."

He sighed. "I want to fuck you so badly, Becky."

"I know. I know. But you agreed. Your obsession with cuckolding. Your desire to see me fucked by another man. And to be denied access to your own wife. Your lust to clean me up... after."

He groaned.

"You love that one, don't you?" I said. "Sucking Allen's cum from my pussy?"

"Y- Yes."

I reached into my pants. I stroked myself. "I didn't get his cock today, and that's my fault. I'm sorry, I collected nothing for you. In here." I arched my back slightly as I eased my fingers inside me.

As I watched, Tim stroked himself to the image. I imagined myself riding him again. I imagined it was his dick inside me instead of my fingers. I needed him to come with me now -- just the two of us. Isn't that marriage? The coming together of two people? Sure, it was twisted, but that winding wrapped us up together. Our kinks were now entwined.

"You can't be inside me anymore, Tim."

He shook his head. His hand trembled. He was getting close. He loved it when I talked dirty.

"I swallowed so much cum today, Tim. I feel it in my stomach."

"Oh, fuck."

"I wish it was more. I'd suck so many cocks for him, Tim. I'd be such a slut

for him.

"

I pictured the first girl I had seen with Allen, back when he lived at my father's house with us. He was my father's friend and twenty years older than me, but back before there were flecks of silver in his beard, I'd caught him one night dominating an eager woman. I spied on him while she serviced him. That imprint carried me through to this day.

I said words inspired by what Allen's said to her that night. "I'd let him lead me around on a collar. I'd be his party girl entertaining guests. I'd suck his cum out of the girls he fucked, look in their eyes and thank them for the privilege."

"Oh, Becky, please..."

"Please, do it?"

"Please... Yes. I want whatever you want. I want to watch you be his pet."

"Your good wife? On her knees? A complete, begging, sloppy slut?"

"Please?"

"Oh, you want to come?"

He whimpered. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. I spread it open. "I need you to come for me too, hubby. I need to know that you come for me. I own your orgasm. I own your cock."

"Yes, yes, yes." He looked at me with eyes nearly watering with lust and pain. I crooked my finger at him, and he quickly left his seat and straddled me. I squeezed my breasts together.

"Am I your one and only?" I said.

"Yes, Becky. You're the only one for me."

"But you've sucked cocks and fucked another woman. Do you deserve me?"

"No, I do it all for you. I am only for you. Becky, I love you. I love what I do for you. I love what you do for... him."

"That's right, baby. But I want you to know you deserve me. You've earned the right. You prove your devotion. I love you. I love debasing you. I love the look in your eye when you beg to come. I love the pain in your eyes when Sir uses me. Did I say stop stroking?"

"I... I'm afraid..."

"But I

want

you to come, Tim. I want you to paint my chest with your little load. Because I own you. No matter what Sir asks of you, this is mine."

I reached up and took his cock. I rubbed my thumb over the head, smearing his pre-cum all over. His legs shook with the sudden overstimulation.

"Cum for me, husband."

He grunted loudly. Neither of us cared if the neighbors heard us. I secretly hoped they had woken at the noise and slipped out to listen to our nasty conversation. What would they make of the discovery that a slut wife and cuckold lived next to them? Would they sneak back to their bedrooms and fuck out their lust? Would it give them ideas?

Spurt after spurt hit my chest. I only had the one free hand to hold my breasts up for him, but I guided his spatter all over my cleavage. When I squeezed the last drop out, I brought my hand down and smeared the cum all over my breasts and ran my fingers over my light-brown areolas, pinched my hard nipples.

"Such a nice load, Tim. I hope you're hungry."

"Yes. Yes, please."

"Beg."

"May I clean you up?"

"Say it."

"May I suck my cum from your breasts? I want to lick my cum from your body. I want to clean you completely."

"Mm, yes, my love." I pulled his body down until I planted his face on my chest. He began to slurp and suck. If the neighbors were up, they heard enough to know for sure that my husband was a cum-eating sub I controlled completely.

As he nuzzled me, I edged myself further. I wanted to bask in the adoration. I knew I couldn't come without Sir's permission, but for now I was content with the worship, knowing that my husband's love was secure and enduring. Perhaps he would get to fuck other women, but I trusted it was me he worshipped. He loved me and he gave me this most precious gift -- his submission.

He was mine again.

* * *

At work, I was on my best behavior. I truly needed to show my master that I'd learned my lesson and was leaving my brat behavior behind. I was determined to be wholly compliant in both body and mind.

I had made the mistake of becoming possessive of Sir and he found a way to both put me in my place and use my possessiveness to drive me into a frenzy. By letting Tim fuck Toni at the club, he lit my competitive fires. Watching me with another man excited Tim, but watching him with another woman was not my kink. And that made it a fitting punishment for me. Give in or give up. I loved my husband, and even though we had turned over control of our bodies to Sir, I didn't enjoy watching my husband accept the pleasures of another woman, no matter how sexy she looked.

So, since that night of the lesson, I had been careful and compliant with Sir. I approached the work I was doing with even more perfectionism that usual. No more baiting Sir with "careless" mistakes. I would not give him a reason. He would have to make one up.

I worked at my father's company; although, I don't like to admit it. I try to be independent to avoid the nepotism accusation. Alan had recently joined the company as Chief Technical Officer, but he knew my dad from when they were in college. My unrequited crush at the time Allen lived with us became an ember in my heart, just waiting for the day he walked back into my life and stoked that ember into a raging fire. Allen was the ideal man to that younger version of me and even though my husband is now my ideal partner, all of us know and acknowledge now that Alan is my soulmate because of how he enabled me to live out the life I'd always repressed. (I mean, it takes teamwork.)

So, I was on good behavior, but, let's be honest, my rebellious streak had to go somewhere. That target was usually my husband. The more Sir expected from me, the harder I was on myself, and the harder things got for Tim. (Literally.)

Tim loved it, though. If he came at all, it was onto my feet, or the floor, or into a juice glass. In fact, I had taken to leaving the glass out on the counter all the time now. Even though he'd rinse the glass with water to drink up every drop, there was always a little film around the rim that I wanted him to see as a reminder of the last time I permitted him to ejaculate -- and as a reinforcement of where it would go next if he did. I called it the "cucktail glass." A reminder of other glasses we both had to fill for Sir while tending the glory holes at the Club.

I suspect Sir was letting things settle a bit, too, after the intensity of the last scene. A lot of boundaries were pushed. I think he knew I needed to integrate the lesson. So, for the past week, my routine had been steady. After a long day of (perfect) work for Sir, I went into his office.

I would say, "Have you reviewed my work, Mr. Marks?"

He would say, "I'm ready now, Rebecca."

I then closed and locked the door. (His assistant, Tanya, knew we were working on the project and that this was our "focused time," and Sir was very careful and consistent in setting up our alibi. This was our standard work session for the project. We did it every day, and we were not to be disturbed.)

Immediately, I kneeled and waited. I resisted letting my gaze linger on his athletic body in his crisp dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I looked down, content to detect the slight aroma of his cologne drifting my way.

All this week that's how he would leave me -- head bowed, fully clothed, silent, and waiting. Occasionally, he would ask a question, but only about my work; and I answered without raising my head.

I don't know why, but the tension of that quiet hour made my heart beat faster. Each tap of the keyboard, each sound I heard from Sir, became a clarion call in my mind. Perhaps now. Now, perhaps? At the end of our time, he would say, "Thank you, Rebecca. That's all I need of you today." Heartbroken, I would rise, my legs shaking and achy. All I left behind was the aroma of my pussy drooling for his cock.

Today, as I kneeled, finally he said, "Top off."

I unbuttoned my white blouse with shaky fingers. My heart immediately began pounding. I felt the heat on my face. I wore no bras anymore. I didn't need one anyway, but it was always a delicate balance at work to avoid too much exposure and yet be sheer enough in these moments for Sir to see my erect nipples.

I let the top fall to the floor and sat up, hoping to display my girls a little better for him. I felt the blush expand from my face down to my chest as my areolas puffed for him. My breasts weren't as big as Toni's, but Sir seemed to adore them. He opened a drawer, took something out, and walked over. He held out his hand. In his palm were two nipple clamps.

"Hold still," he said as he kneeled down. I inhaled his scent. I admired his close-cropped beard. He placed one clamp on my left nipple. The cold bit into me first, then he tightened the screw. As the pain increased, I kept my face still, until I couldn't. That's when Sir stopped and moved to the other breast.

He leaned back and observed my state. The heat in my skin spread down my belly. The pain in my nipples was intense, but familiar. I felt the excitement grow.

He said, "Would you pierce them for me?"

I pictured Toni's nipples, which had small rings in them, and I shivered. "Yes, Sir..." I looked around nervously. "Right now?"

He laughed. "No, my pet. With a professional. But I like your dedication."

I blinked back my embarrassment.

How compliant was I? Damn

.

He reached over and pushed my skirt up my thighs until the material fell off my hips and the weight of the cloth held it open. He nodded down, and I slowly separated my knees. The pain there was becoming intense too as my knees pressed down on the hardwood floor.

He took a deep breath and smiled at me. "Your aroma is delicious."

I shook. Fuck, He

could

smell my heat. I knew how wet I was. I had been edging throughout the day.

He sat down cross-legged, facing me, and said, "I've noticed your devotion to your work." His eyes were so intense. After looking at the floor all week, I felt more exposed looking back at him.

"Thank you, Sir."

He looked between my legs. I knew he could see how wet and open I was. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but I held still. My legs shook a little.

He said, "Will you regret choosing this life with me?"

I shook my head, no.

"Maybe you'll grow tired of this or bored?"

"I want you so much, Sir."

"You say that now, but I've lost others. They want more. More of me, or more than I can deliver."

I raised my eyebrows.

"You'd be surprised," he said.

I thought I was depraved, but I recalled that long list of kinks Tim and I went through to define our limits and realized that maybe I was not as far out there as some women. Was that not enough for Sir? My heart pounded. Was this a "talk?"

I said, "I can't imagine a time when I won't want you... like this. I want to be what you want from me."

"There's another trap, I have to confess. In the past, I've lost interest. Either I've finished exploring their boundaries, or they are so eager, I find I can't go far enough for them. I have my boundaries too."

He stroked my neck, and I shivered, both from the touch and the thought of Sir exploring my maximum boundaries. I felt a hitch of fear that I could bore him. That he might find me too challenging or not brave enough.

"Here's the thing," he said as he reached down and lightly flicked the clamp on my left nipple. I whimpered with lust. He said, "What we have is different from my past subs. I find myself tenderer with you." He flicked the other clamp. I bit my lip.

"I can take more," I said. "If you want me to be nasty. I can be dirty. Please--"

He cut me off. "No, that's not it. And thank you. I believe you. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm more intimate with you. I wonder if I can maintain the distance required."

I was bold enough to grab his hand. I said, "I don't want distance between us."

He nodded. "Yes, that's the thing. Maybe with you, it isn't role play for me."

He hadn't pulled his hand away, so I took it and kissed it.

He closed his eyes softly. "This past week, I've struggled with holding my fire with you. I've wanted to throw you down and fuck you with complete abandon. No games. Just to be inside you again. It's taken all my reserve."

"Oh, fuck, Sir. I've wanted that so badly."

He licked his lips. "Would that break our agreement? We have established these lines, and I have trained you like other subs, but you're not just any sub. I have discovered that I want you to want me as much for myself as the role I play for you. I mean, I truly love you."

I shook my head. His confession sparked in my chest. I continued to kiss his hand. "I want nothing more than to belong to you completely. You don't have to spank me or torture me. Just withholding yourself from me was torture enough this week."

"I'm not saying I don't want to dominate you. I'm only saying that my desire to own you physically may take other shapes than we discussed. I may want more of your heart, and I don't want that to scare you. Or to put your marriage at risk."

I lowered his hand between my legs. I pressed it to my pussy. I groaned when he didn't resist. "Does this feel like I'm pulling away?"

He shook his head.

I said, "I don't want to leave Tim."

"I understand."

I let myself be caught in Allen's eyes. "We want you. I need you in our life. I want you to use me. But I don't care how. All I want is to be completely enthralled with you. When I lose myself in your control, I find so much peace. And so much joy."

"Will Tim be able to take it? If our intimacy is too intense?"

"I understand Tim's needs. The intensity would be so delicious for him. If you fuck me tenderly in front of him, he will lose his mind with lust. To be eclipsed by you will be exquisite for him. Watching me lose my inhibitions for you is a drug for him. And I want him to experience all that because I love him and want him to be as joyful as I am in this."

"Fuck, you're amazing, my pet."

He ran his hands over my breasts, brushing my aching nipples. He released the clamps, and I gasped with the fire that lit. He leaned into me and kissed me deeply.