His Two Women (Punish and Pleasure - Volume 4): Punish and Pleasure, #4

By Owen Wilde

Volume 4 of the Punish and Pleasure series! 

David and his wife Kathy work well together, but when it comes to play, David has a secret fantasy life that has become his obsession. 

He needs certain things and wants to be treated in certain ways that he could never, ever ask his wife for. That is what he has a mistress for. But even his mistress has a secret… 

Can he combine the two worlds and watch as his and his wife's fantasies become real or will both worlds come crashing down around him?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfaro Press
• Release date: Jan 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781516341481

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Volume 4 of the Punish and Pleasure series!

David and his wife Kathy work well together, but when it comes to play, David has a secret fantasy life that has become his obsession. He needs certain things and wants to be treated in certain ways that he could never, ever ask his wife for. That is what he has a mistress for. But even his mistress has a secret...

Can he combine the two worlds and watch as his and his wife's fantasies become real or will both worlds come crashing down around him?

His Two Women

He hadn't ever meant for it to go this far, but now that he couldn't think of anything but her, there was no going back. David was naked and bound to a table, blindfolded and shivering in the cold, or perhaps that was just his nerves, which were always on edge the minute he walked in her door.

She delighted in keeping him on the edge and in suspense. His Mistress walked slowly around his prone body and by the sound of her spiked boot heels on the concrete floor, she was very close. David could feel her breath on his neck and then the tips of her long, black hair touching his shoulder.

I think I'll mark you now, slave.

Her voice and her presence and her scent made his cock lurch and slap his pelvis, straining to get at her. The fact that he was blindfolded made the sweat run down his neck and his stomach flip. He had no idea how she would mark him and all of the possibilities seemed terrible and exciting at the same time.

Maybe you need a brand.

His Mistress laughed cruelly when he squirmed at the words. He imagined a long steel rod, smoking on the tip, that would burn him to a crisp somewhere intimate and he shook his head no, wildly back and forth.

Please don't, he begged her. He knew he cried out no over and over to her, all the while meaning yes, but this time, it was too much.

Oh, little slave, I love watching you throw yourself on my mercy, she said and he could feel her leather pressed against his side and all other thoughts but her and her soft skin and her beautiful mouth open while she fucked him were gone. If his hands were free, he would have grabbed her.

Too bad, I don't care, she continued, I'm marking you regardless.

He felt the hot liquid spill and slide down his belly; it had to be wax, he thought. It scorched in a sizzling trail to his pelvis. David moaned with delight.

That hurts, please, I can't, he pleaded, the pleasure in his voice betraying his words.

Oh yes, you can.

She pushed him every time. Another boiling hot bit of liquid trailed down from his nipple. He imagined it would be just a ragged bit of flesh when she was done. Then again on his other nipple, both even tenderer than usual after her cruel clamps that chewed on his skin and controlled him every time she yanked the chain that connected them.

David was writhing with ecstasy, trying to move closer towards her. It hurts so much, he lied; he didn't want her to hear him enjoying it so much.

It's going to hurt much worse in a moment.

She was very matter of fact about it and the steaming liquid dropped and drizzled along his testicles and every nerve was on fire. He gritted his teeth to try to hold back his moans of delight, picturing her burning his dick off, with a look of joy. Again, she burned him and he tried to hold his legs together to stop her, but bound as he was, he had no way to hide his vulnerable places from her handiwork.

When the fiery heat touched the base of his penis, he called out, No, I can't, stop, and held his breath, feeling his most sensitive skin surging with tingling sensations.

Slave, you know what to say, she prompted; she would never give an inch.

David's mind raced. He did know what to say, but what was it? She had told him so long ago, the first day, when he met her. She had been so lovely that anything she said was lost because he was staring at her full, pouty red lips.

The next drip of something ran down the shaft of his dick and he suddenly remembered, moaning, Red, Mistress. Red, please.

Ah, that's a good slave, she whispered and he could breathe again when he heard the boots clicking away.

When she came back, he could hear his Mistress moving and then felt her weight on his chest. She was sitting on him and when he pictured her in the corset and the tiny panties below, the fabric that was touching him right now, his hard-on rumbled to life and immediately ached for her.

There are other ways to mark you. Maybe not as much fun for me, but effective, she added, Open your mouth.

He did as he was told and a warm liquid quickly touched his lip, then poured into his mouth and slid down his throat.

By drinking my piss, you're mine, she told him and he trembled, swallowing quickly, feeling her wetness run in rivulets down his cheeks and neck. When she was finished marking him, the taste of her inside him, David groaned and left his tongue out; all he wanted was more.

Now that you're mine, you may taste the rest of me, and with that, his Mistress sat on his face and for the first time since her shadowy game began, allowed him to caress her lower lips. David ached to see her, to memorize every curve and crevice of her beautiful nether regions, to see her clit, pink and perfect, hard and thudding under his touch, but he would just have to imagine it while he worshiped her.

He could hear her soft moans as she eased back and forth across his tongue, letting him lap up her dampness, tasting the last drops of her piss and then just the sweetness of her juices. David found her clit without his hands or his eyes, just his tongue, seeking her out, and lapped back and forth, licking her there and listening for her pleasure.

When she started to move quickly, he doubled his efforts and licked her with more pressure, tasting her, drinking in her juices. His dick throbbed as he heard her cry out and he pictured himself, hands freed, rolling her over to place himself between her legs and run his tongue all the way to her pussy and then back up to the fluttering clitoris that he tasted now.

She came, and her thighs trembled around him as she thrust down harder against his mouth to fill him up with a wave and a wet spurt of her sticky cum. He drank and swallowed and never told her that now he was marked. Addicted to her taste, he'd daydream about this moment over and over again. He'd only felt like her slave in bondage until now. As she moved off of him, he already longed to feel her there again and knew he no longer needed the ropes or the pain to want to serve her. 

His Mistress removed the blindfold and her face was only inches from his own. When she kissed his mouth, soft lips that scorched him more than the burning liquid ever could, he knew she could taste herself on him and his tongue moved to explore every inch of her. Before pulling away completely, she gently bit his bottom lip and tugged a bit.

When he groaned, she giggled and, while untying him, she scooped her long sheet of hair back and pointed to his pulsating erection, leaking precum down his shaft.

What are you going to do with that? she asked.

Their roles were swiftly fading and, with his hands free, David grabbed her waist and felt her leather, moved his hands down and felt her bare skin. He knew that her panties had come off and he moved his eyes down to look at the lips that he had just parted and soaked and he tried to touch her there.

Ah, no, she held up her palm and moved out of his reach. His feet still bound, there was nothing he could do. You're out of time.

She was all business now and he was familiar with the routine. She would turn and leave soon. Once he was free, he'd be alone with his desire and his hard dick after watching her go, her heart-shaped bottom bouncing under the garter belt until she closed the door behind her.

In minutes, he was free and alone, in the shower. He washed off her urine and her cum, finding that she had coated him in red wax instead of the smoking, hot lava that he had thought. He smiled to himself; she was so proficient at torturing him. When he touched his erection that was still painfully hard, he remembered her satiny skin between her thighs and the smell of her. He came quickly, with dashes of his orgasm hitting the tile and his legs trembling with his powerful release.

The thought of her now inside him though, made him half erect again by the time he tucked himself back into his suit. She was right; she owned him.

*****

Back in his office, the phone rang and the emails kept coming, but David realized that now, regardless of the activity going on around him, a want that was palpable occupied his mind constantly. Flashes of her grinding her hips and pushing herself back and forth across his face never left, no matter who he was speaking to.

His wife entered the room, speaking on her cell phone while she walked to his desk. Technically, she was his boss, a role that she had been uneasy with since the beginning. After she hung up, she smiled and reached to hug