How Bad She Needs To Be Good Ch 07

How Bad She Needs to Be Good. Chapter 7

When we finally got in the house, our knees shaking from our efforts at edging ourselves in the garage, we sat down together on the couch in the living room. I pulled my skirt up and sat on my husband's lap. I did not intend to fuck him; that wasn't allowed. I wanted to be close to him. We were still naked from the waist up after our trip to the piercing salon. Our matching nipple piercings lined up. Both Tim's nipples and mine had simple gold rings with a single pearl bead on each. Facing each other like this, it was like they were staring into each other's eyes just as Tim and I were.

"I love them," I said.

"It's weird, Becky, but so do I?" Tim said.

Our master, Allen, had sent us to get the piercings as another symbol of our devotion to him. My husband and I had given control of our marriage to Allen, whom we called Sir. He was twenty years older than us, with some gray in his hair and his short-cropped beard. I had been working with him on a project at my father's company; but I had known Allen since I was younger, when he lived with my family for a time. Late one night, I had spied on him dominating his girlfriend and the image of it had seared me ever since with a desire to submit to a dominant man.

I repressed that desire because I felt it was too dirty. When I started dating, I was attracted to cocky men, but I realized most were actually just assholes. After college, I eventually found Tim, who was not only kind and supportive; but also capable and strong. We married but I was too ashamed to ask for what I needed sexually, and in the few times I had tried to introduce it, Tim just wasn't able to act that part. (Although, he leaned into those times where I dominated.) My unfulfilled desire eventually led me down a path to some bad decisions that nearly ended the marriage.

But the dalliance also awoke something in Tim. He became obsessed with my affair until the cheating fantasy became part of our foreplay. And when Allen joined my company, and I started working with him, all the pieces came together (so to speak) and we found ourselves where we are now: a hot wife, a cuckold, and their master.

Sitting on our living room couch, Tim and I giggled as we looked at our piercings. It was crazy. They ached, but I had to hold back from touching them. They were a little red and swollen, but not bad. I think we were still a little high on adrenalin. Tomorrow would tell in terms of discomfort.

I said, "Don't you just want to nibble on them?"

"Fuck yes, Becky." Tim shook his head and looked into my eyes. He went far away for a second as he looked at my face.

"Are you thinking about it?"

Tim nodded and licked his lips. Only an hour ago, our piercing artist, Paul, had given me a cum facial. Tim had licked my face clean, swallowing the load. That was Sir's request to tip our piercer. We were not the chaste couple of our early marriage, for sure.

I touched Tim's face and said, "I can't tell you how turned on I was by the way you just... faded into submission." I shook my head. "Was I too mean?"

Tim should his head. "I was so excited, Becky. I don't think I thought at all. I was just responding to commands. But watching you..."

I grinned. "Suck him off?"

He nodded.

"Was I slutty enough for you?" I squirmed in my seat. "Mm. I see that, yes, I was." I ground against his cock. "Don't come in your pants, my pet, picturing his cock in my mouth. What did you think about his piercing? I felt like such a slut when it slid against my bottom lip."

"It was so hot."

"His cock or my whore mouth?"

"Both"

I lifted my hips up as I felt Tim's cock twitch. I shook my finger at him with a naughty grin.

I said, "It's tempting to give you another mess to clean up. I so enjoy watching you eat it."

Tim shivered.

I said, "I liked it when Paul called you 'Cuck.'" Tim's face went far away again. I knew he was replaying those taunts and humiliations.

Tim said, "It was intense. And when I think about it now, I kinda laugh. But at the moment. Fuck, having this person who didn't even know me call me that... I just sunk further into that head space."

I nodded. I understood that. With Sir, I would just go almost blank. It was peaceful and still so charged sexually. No thinking, just being.

"I like it there," I said. Staring in Tim's eyes, I felt overwhelmed with love for him. He was giving us a gift. He was embracing this and uncovering a whole new world for our marriage. I kissed him and leaned into him.

I felt our nipples click against each other.

"Oops," I said.

"No worries," Tim said. "It didn't hurt. Not too much."

I sat up again, and we both admired the jewelry a little longer.

Tim sighed. "Six months to a year."

I pursed my lips. "Yeah, let's hope we're fast healers."

"In the meantime," he said, "I'm going to enjoy taking care of them." Tim stroked the area above my nipples. "It gives me an excuse to touch them. I promise to be very gentle and take extra special care of them."

I tapped his finger. "I appreciate your devotion to your work. But you can't be taking liberties. After all, you're taking care of them for Sir."

"I understand."

"But I can't wait until I get to play with yours," I said. I stroked my husband's chest. "You know, I didn't expect you to get pierced, too. But you look very sexy like this. They're actually hot. They give you a bit of a femme look I find just... delicious."

"Is that too much?" He said. His brow furrowed slightly.

"Not at all. I mean, now that I see them, it would be fun to see you in panties. But I'm not looking to turn you. A little androgyny is very sexy on a man. And you're my man, Tim."

I kissed him again, being more careful this time.

I said, "I love your body. These are a new part of you. Keep playing with me, honey. Each new level reminds me I made the best choice in you. I didn't know back then how perfect we were for each other. I feel like we finally got what we needed, though, to become fulfilled."

"I feel the same. It's perfect this way. With you and with Sir."

"Still, I don't know if I would have believed on my wedding day if my future self had dropped in and said, 'Hey, don't worry. You're nervous now. But once you two have sucked the same cock, you'll be happier than ever.'"

Tim laughed. "OK, slut."

"Mistress."

"Mistress. Goddess. It's your altar I kneel at now."

"Always. Now I think it's time we figured out how to sleep with these."

Tim took me into the bathroom and treated our piercings. It was actually erotic to have him take care of me, squirting the saline over my nipples, patting me dry. He even found the right cotton tank for me to sleep in. He took care of himself and put on a loose tee. That was strange too, because we normally slept naked. It added to the novelty of it all.

Before getting into bed, we stood together, looking in the bathroom mirror. At first, it felt silly in tops and no bottoms. (I mean, sometimes we were

both

bottoms.) But I admired the way our rings seemed to emboss our shirts. I stood behind Tim, reached around his waist, and gently stroked his cock.

"Would you like a reward?"

Tim nodded, trembling.

"I thought you might. I was proud of my cuck tonight as he cleaned up all that cum from my face."

His cock immediately responded. I leaned my face against the back of his neck. I knew my whispered words would fuck straight into his mind. I licked my hand and returned it to Tim's stiffening cock.

"Yeah," I said, "I loved that cock in my mouth. I hope Sir makes me do it all the time. I get hot seeing how hard your dick gets when I'm being a dirty slut. Did I do a good job?"

"Oh, yes."

"A good blow job? A slutty facial? I almost came when he did. I almost came from being a whore on her knees with a strange cock in my mouth, sucking on that ring in his dick."

"Oh, fuck, Becky."

"I'm not Becky, cuck. I'm your mistress. I'm your goddess. I'm going to let you come in my hand. Do you want to come in my hand, cuck?"

"Mm hm."

"Yeah, does my cum-eating cuck boy want a little treat?"

"Y- Yes, please, mistress."

"Will I ever eat your cum, cuck?"

"No."

"No. That's right. Whose cum will I eat?"

"Sir's..."

"Yes, and?"

"Any. Anyone he says."

"That's right. I'll eat anyone's cum, cuck. But yours."

"F-Fuck."

"Yes, so close. I could stop now--"

"No!"

"No?!" I stopped my hand.

"I mean, please no, please. Let me come. Let me eat it for you. Let me show you, I'm... I'm a good boy."

"Yes-s-s. That's it. Show me you're a good boy that wants to eat his cum all up."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Who else eats your cum, cuck?" I said, as I resumed stroking him.

"No one, ma'am. Only me."

"That's right, no one else wants to eat your cum but you, cuck."

He shuddered. His hips shook. I felt like I was jacking myself off. We were one together as I stroked him.

"Count for me," I said. "Ten, nine, eight..."

"Seven, six, five, four, three... two... one..."

He cried out as he came. All that edging and excitement created quite a load that I let pool in my left hand. I felt elation and also jealousy. It wasn't fair that I'd edged all day, experienced all this sexual tension, and yet couldn't have my release. I owned Tim's orgasm, but not my own. Sir only let me come with Tim if he was eating Sir's cum out of my pussy.

"What a mess," I said. "You fucking came all over my hand, cuck."

"I'm sorry... I thought."

"I said, count, not

come

. I never said come."

I held my hand over the sink. Cum started dripping down the side of my hand. Tim's face went white.

"Please, mistress."

"You're so desperate to eat it. What a pathetic little cuck you are. My husband, the cum eater."

"Yes. That's what I am. I want to do it for you."

With my other hand, I pushed the back of his head down. I had cum on my right hand from stroking him. I worked it in his hair as I pressed his face into my left hand. To his credit, he didn't start sucking. He waited as I pressed his face into the puddle in my hand. I waited for him to make the slightest twitch that showed he was needing to breathe.

"Eat," I said.

He slurped and lapped, gasping.

"You're like a fucking puppy drinking out of a bowl. My good boy. Lap it up, cuck. Clean it up good." He mewled and whined as he went about it. I stroked his hair as I watched him in the mirror. He was so happy. I looked up at myself and smiled, taking in my new jewelry while my husband smeared his face into my hand full of cum. I felt so powerful. I bit my lip.

I love this for you

, I thought.

*

The next day, I was almost late for work. Between the extra care for our sore nipples and trying to find the right top, I struggled with time. I decided on a silky patterned blouse. I needed something that wouldn't rub, but also nothing that might reveal a spot of blood if it occurred. Although, we really hadn't bled since the piercing.

Looking at it in the mirror, I could make out the outline of the rings in my nipples. They seemed so obviously visible, but I decided the floral pattern would disguise them well enough.

Tim said, "You're fine. No one will know but the most dedicated pervs."

I laughed. "If this doesn't work, I may need to wear bras again."

At work, I felt highly conscious of my jewelry; I was excited all day. It felt like the time Sir had me edge every hour on the hour for two whole days. I had that kind of energy.

As I walked through the office, which fortunately my job required little, I felt every brush of the fabric against my hard nipples. I ached, but it only fed into my excitement. I didn't catch more ogling than normal from the people in the building. I mean, I always got looks. But today there was only one double-take, and it was a woman.

I'd seen her before in the break room as I got my coffee. I even thought she might be into me and had been timing her breaks with mine. As she reached for the creamer, I saw her head turn slightly my way and a perceptible shake gave me a hint that she'd caught the outline of my new jewelry.

When she poured the creamer into her cup. She held her gaze there, and I caught the hint of a blush in her cheek. She was petite, with dark, curly hair. I imagined twisting my fingers in those curls and looking into her light brown eyes as I kissed her.

"Can you hand me the Splenda?" I said.

She reached for the packets. "Two?" she said.

"Yes, two are perfect for me." She knew my preference. She'd been paying attention. She handed them to me, and I saw a little tremble in her hands. She was actually flustered. How cute! I thanked her and opened the packets as erotically as possible. I had to laugh to myself as I slowly tore the packets open, let them sift into my cup, and then stirred it gently with a spoon.

"What?" she said with a quizzical smile.

"Oh, I had hoped no one could see them," I said as I gave her a shy smile, set the spoon in the sink, and walked away. Her expression was precious. I had caught her and she could neither admit nor deny it. But the blush in her cheeks spread, and she gave my breasts one more quick glance, as I saw the slightest pull of her bottom lip. She was actively suppressing the urge to bite her lip.

That little moment did nothing to quell my raging desire to be fucked. I felt like I could do anything. I could make anyone my toy. Yet, my greatest desire was to be Sir's plaything.

Part of that was going back to edging myself on a schedule. He hadn't asked me to, but I was so charged that, more than any other reason, I needed a limit or I'd masturbate all day. So, I worked for two hours and then edged myself, took a short break and worked another two hours. Sex Pomodoro. That kept me from rubbing myself all day long, and it made sure I was completely ready for my meeting with Sir at day's end.

"Hello, Mr. Marks. Are you ready to review my work?"

"Come in, Rebecca," He said.

I stepped into Allen's office and closed the door behind me. One of my favorite parts was this performance we did for his assistant, Tanya, sitting at her desk outside his office. I nodded to her with a practiced, flat expression. She would give me a little nod and go back to her work, dismissing me. But I felt that, had I been able to see it, there would be a little flinch in her placid face when the soft click of the lock sounded in the office.

Allen had arranged our cover elegantly. He thought of everything. We had plausible deniability of any impropriety. In his office, we had sanctuary. I turned on my heel to let my short skirt swirl. I stood straight, cocked my hip, and waited with eyes down. In my imagination, I recalled every line of the veins in his forearms. The soft hair of his short beard flecked with gray. The little lines of concentration on his forehead as he looked at the documents I'd written that day. He made me wait, always, heart pounding, heat building.

"Come," he said at last.

I glanced up to see him gesture me forward to his desk. I resisted scampering to the spot he indicated, trying instead to be slow and sexy. When I arrived at the spot, waited again, eyes down.

"Look at me," he said.

"Yes, Sir," I said, meeting his gaze. Fuck, I melted immediately. Making me wait had the effect of a caress when our eyes locked. He was tender and appraising. I felt my pussy contract and flood.

"Did you appreciate the gifts I gave you last night?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Show them to me."

I unbuttoned my blouse and parted the fabric to drape alongside each breast, softly stroking the backs of my fingers outside each curve. I inhaled to lift them up for his review.

"I hope you like my work," I said.

He bit his lip thoughtfully as he let his eyes roam over my exposed chest, taking in the puffed areolas, the light brown nipple, and the dangling rings with their pearl beads.

"Exquisite," he said.

I exhaled as I realized I'd been holding my breath.

He said, "It will be a challenge for me to wait to take them in my teeth, to gently pull them until you squirm."

I gave a short gasp. I longed to touch myself and show him how needy I was. I held my hands firmly against my sides.

"Did you know," he said, sitting back, "That the rings make it easier to add little weights?"

I shifted my legs, feeling the desire to squeeze my thighs together. "No, Sir, I did not. It sounds... intense."

He nodded. "Did you enjoy it... the process?"

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"And your pet?"

"He was surprised. Pleasantly." I smirked.

"Wicked girl."

"If it pleases you."

"It does," he said. "They are a reminder of your promise to me." He reached across and gently stroked the outline of my areola. "Think of them like wedding rings."

"Fuck," I sighed.

"Are you mine?"

"Completely." I felt he could see the pain of desperation in my eyes. After having no eye contact, to have this intense close moment overwhelmed me.

"Come around here," he said.

I walked around the desk, and he turned his chair toward me. I stopped right in front of him with my feet inside his. He maintained eye contact as he unzipped his fly. I dared not look down as he brought his cock out.

"Sit here," he said.

I shivered as I brought one knee carefully up outside his hip, testing the strength of his chair. I found steady purchase as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought the other knee up. I was sure he'd picked this chair for this specific purpose as much as comfort.

His hands slid up my hips, gathering my skirt up, unveiling my bare pussy. I felt a literal throbbing there from my heartbeat. My vulva was pink and puffy from my longing at the end of a day of teasing, capped by this moment of anticipation.

"May I, Sir?"

"Yes, my pet."

I looked down and sighed as I saw his hard cock. It still shocked me with its size and thickness, especially after having my husband's dick in my hand last night. Although my husband's cock had always been enough for me, I could not help but enjoy the contrast with Sir's. I couldn't imagine a more perfect cock for me. I slid his foreskin down the rest of the way, seeing the purple head shining. I savored this glance as I lifted my hips high and aligned the crown with my opening. I gave a slight bounce and wiggle as I settled against it. I relished these first seconds as I felt the crown spread me open and the spongy ridge under his foreskin press against the ring of my vagina. The fit was so snug I felt I could read each vein like Braille, as I eased myself down.

He sighed as I leaned back, using all my strength in my arms and quads to make this first thrust last as long as possible. I guided his pressure forward along my vagina to press hardest against the flesh there. I felt the warmth spread from my G-spot outward and up my spine. I shivered as I dropped the rest of the way. We gasped together as we felt the crown nuzzle my cervix.

I was used to this most intimate contact with that sensitive tissue. I felt a perfect seal as we were now one flesh.

"Fuck," he grunted.

I contracted my muscles around him.

"Yes," he moaned.

I twisted my hips, grinding down, and I kept gripping and releasing.

"Just like that," he said, biting my shoulder.

"May I make Sir come?" I said.

"Can you?"

I gave him several more squeezes. I had been practicing those too. It was getting easier to relax fully between contractions, while increasing the frequency. I held him closer to me to relax my lower body, so that the only muscles I was working there were surrounding his cock, gripping it, pulling it up.

"Jesus," he moaned.

"Mm hmm," I said. "Let me release you, Sir. Let me squeeze all that out of you."

I increased the tempo. The contractions were bringing me closer too. I could also grind my clit against the root of his cock if I tipped just right. I saw sparks as my vision became soft.