Page 82 of Gideon
“Fuck you,” she shrieked, her arms trying to cover herself from my hand.
“Definitely not the right answer. Last chance. Arms above your head. Now!” I commanded her. I yanked her panties down in one sharp movement, my hand immediately returning to the stinging spanks across her backside.
“Ow!” she whined, but she moved her arms in front of her diligently.
“Going once…” I landed two swats across the underside of her ass in rapid succession.
“Ow, fuck!”
“Going twice…” I warned.Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Sir!” she cried out at last. My hand ran over her heated, red ass, sliding between her thighs and finding her coated in arousal.
“So wet for me, little vixen,” I murmured, my fingers sliding through her folds to find her clit already swollen for me. My fingers slid into her heat as she writhed on my lap.
“Please,” she keened, begging me for release already.
“I think that’s enough for now,” I teased her, removing my fingers from her wet cunt. “Now, what colors should we use tonight? Green and red, perhaps?” I helped her off of my lap, moving her to sit beside me as we discussed rope options for our play.
“Ew, no. Too Christmas-y,” she grimaced, sitting down tenderly, much to my delight.
“What would you suggest, then?” I chuckled at her expression.
“Green and black. I really do like the green,” she admitted.
“Green and black it is. I’m going to go get the rope. I will be back momentarily. I expect you to be kneeling at the foot of the bed when I return,” I instructed her, standing and walking towards the door. “Oh, and vixen?”
“Yes, Sir?” she responded dutifully.
“If there is a single stitch of clothing on your body when I return, that spanking will look like a fucking back rub before I’m done with you,” I warned, laughing at how her jaw dropped as I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I quickly boarded the Ataraxia, gathering all of my rope into the two large duffles I had shoved to the bottom of the hatch. It had been a minute since I had loaded up all my rope for a night at Abditory, but it no longer made sense to store it all here. Not when I had a willing and needy submissive in my bedroom.
I took my time walking back to the house, letting my dominance take over. Gideon was left at the boat, while Sir took hold. God, it felt good, too. I opened the door to see my incredibly beautiful wife, my submissive, kneeling by the foot of the bed, exactly as I had told her to be. The sight took my breath away. There was something about a woman, especially one as strong-willed as Naomi, giving over and kneeling for me.
I walked into the room silently, setting the bags of rope down by the bed and pulling out the hanks needed for tonight’s play. Tonight, I wanted to do something different. I planned to tie a beautiful diamond rope dress over her lithe form, securing her arms behind her in a dragonfly tie. She would look exquisite.
I tore off my shirt and socks, leaving me in nothing but a pair of jeans. I went ahead and unbuttoned them, giving my aching cock a little breathing room. I was rock hard and dripping for her already.
“Eyes down,” I corrected her as she looked up at me. I stood directly before her as she obeyed. “Shoulders back.” Tiny corrections, but she obeyed beautifully.
“I would like to try something new tonight, vixen. I would like to add in some impact to our play. Would you be open to that?” I asked her. “Answer honestly.”
“What does that mean, Sir?” she asked quietly, her eyes trained on the floor between us.
“I would like to add more spanking and this,” I answered, holding a riding crop down to the floor where she would be able to see it without lifting her eyes. I watched as she gulped, her shoulders straightening. “It will not harm you. I give you my word,” I spoke firmly.
“I’m a little worried it will hurt,” she answered honestly.
“I figured you might feel that way. Hold your hand out to me,” I commanded. When she lifted her hand above her head, I corrected her posture, bringing her hand down and palm facing up towards the ceiling. I tickled the palm of her hand with the tip of the crop before bringing it down sharply in the very center.
She gasped and then moved her fingers.
“Oh,” she stuttered out in a heavy breath.
“Just because it’s impact doesn’t mean it’s causing harm,” I explained to her softly. “Pain can lead to incredible pleasure.”
I trailed the tip of the crop down her wrist and forearm, making my way to the inside of her elbow where her arm was bent. Her breathing turned ragged as I moved it up and over her shoulder, across her collarbone, and down to circle her breast.
Flick!
