The whiskey burned like fire as it went down his throat. Grimly, he contemplated the amber pool in the bottom of the glass, then, not bothering to savor it, he downed it quickly. He found himself wishing desperately that Kim had kicked him out after the incident with the ropes. That way, at least he wouldn't be in the predicament he was in now.
When he thought about it, he felt disgust and horror. Kim was waiting for him in the bedroom, and here he was, wearing his robe, slumped dismally in the living room.
It wasn't that he couldn't get it up for her, either. He could. But she now seemed to think that if she bounced and wiggled as he plunged into her steaming cunt that was all he needed. He knew she was faking it for him. He knew it.
"Max, aren't you coming to bed?" she called from the bedroom.
"In a little bit," he answered vaguely, pouring another hefty jolt of Scotch.
If only she weren't so damn accommodating, so helpful and sweet all the time. She was trying so hard to please him – which made it all the worse. It made him feel like a heel and an ingrate. But it just wasn't in him to fuck her when she was so obviously just enduring it.
She appeared in the doorway, belting her robe, frowning with worry. "Are you all right, Max?"
"Yeah," he grunted.
There had been a catch in her voice. She came into the room. "It's Saturday night, Max," she pointed out.
"Yeah," he grunted again. That was the trouble, it was Saturday night.
Kim sat down on the coffee table in front of him. "What's the matter, Max?" she asked, taking the glass out of his hand.
"Nothing," he lied, taking the glass back and ignoring her as he poured some more.
Kim took a deep breath. The rise and fall of her tits made him stare deep into the Scotch. "Don't… don't you want me any more, Max?" she asked softly.
Max shook his head. "Oh, Christ, baby, of course I do. Of course I want you, baby. You know I want you."
He thought how easy it would be to show her how he wanted her, to expose the aching hard-on he was carrying for her. He thought of the reaction he would get. He had seen the fear in her eyes at the sight of his prick when he undressed. He had seen her tense up as she lay there under the covers in her pajamas.
"Then why don't you come to bed?" she asked, resting a warm, soft, loving hand on his to keep him from lifting the drink.
He groaned. "I want you, baby. But you don't want me."
"That… that's not true, Max," she stammered. She wasn't very good at lying.
Goaded, and a little drunk, he decided to challenge her. "If it's true, just pull back my robe!" he ordered, more harshly then he meant to.
She reached tentatively for his belt and then pulled her hand back as if she had touched a hot skillet. "Not here," she said unsteadily. "Not here in the living room. In the bedroom. Someone might see."
"Yeah, sure someone might see. You might," he growled.
She began to crack. "That's not fair," she wailed.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Maybe, maybe I better just sleep in the guest room."
"No!" Her answer was sharp. "No husband of mine is going to sleep in another bed, ever."
"Come on, baby, what's the use?" he asked. "What use is a husband if you don't want him? It's stupid, after all. I mean I can't see… forcing myself on you if you don't want me. And I can't see doing it, every time we do it, there, in the bedroom, in the dark, under the covers like it was something shameful and dirty. I love you, baby. And if I can't give you pleasure, real, honest, pleasure, and see and feel the pleasure, then I don't want to do it at all."
Kim took his glass and poured some Scotch into it for herself. Sitting as she was, knees pressed tight together, leaning forward toward him, he could see the soft rise of her tits in the deep vee of her robe. She sipped the whiskey. He didn't recall ever seeing her drink hard liquor before. She winced, choked, then finished it.
She got to her feet abruptly. "Wait here," she ordered tersely. She left the living room.
When she returned, the lengths of Venetian blind cord in her hand made his heart skip a beat, then hammer hard against his ribs. Just the sight of those dangling white ropes was enough to make his cock drool. He remembered her staked out on the bed as he plunged his cock into her sloppy wet hole. She had bucked under him like a bronco, with honest animal lust. The vision of her bound helplessness did more to boost his lust than the idea of fucking her.
He thought she had thrown the ropes away.
She twisted the ropes in her sweaty hands. "I've been thinking about it and thinking about it," she began. "And every time I think about it, Max, I get sort of an itch deep down in my gut. I want you so bad it hurts, Max. Only, when you're with me, Max, I can't think about it, 'cause I get too scared."
Max held himself rigidly still, almost afraid to breathe.
She dropped the ropes on the table. Then she sank to her knees in front of him and held her wrists out.
"Tie me up, Max," she whispered. Her soft, lust-filled voice raised his hackles. "Tie me up. Then you can do anything to me. Anything you want! And I won't be able to do a thing about it."
Max kept himself from reaching for the ropes.
"And I will want you, Max," she admitted, her voice rich and shaking with an eagerness that made his hair curl. Her lips had never looked so full and flushed and desirable. There was a glitter in her blue eyes that made his balls steam. "Everything you do to me, I'll love," she whispered hotly. "Everything!"
Max was astonished at how steady his hand was when he reached for the twisting strands of cord and untangled one from the cluster. His cock was throbbing. Slowly, very carefully, lovingly and firmly, he tied his wife's wrists together. He looped the cord first one way and then the other, clamped them together, crossed at right angles.
Pushing everything aside, clearing the coffee table with a rush, he picked her up and seated her on it so her ass was almost off the edge. He pushed her down on her back. The horniness and fear in her eyes as she stared up at him made his lust sizzle.
He fastened the free end of the rope from her wrists to the table legs. Her arms were drawn over her head, stretched toward the end of the table. Her knees were bent, and her feet were resting flat on the floor.
Taking one of the remaining ropes, he tied a double loop around her right ankle, then pulled her foot back under the table as far as he could. He tied the end of the rope to a table leg.
Her robe sagged between her legs. It was still draped over her belly and pussy.
He took her other ankle and tied it the same way he had the first one. Then he stood up and studied his handiwork. He was conscious of his cock tenting out his robe.
She was shivering. Brief tremors racked her as she lay there, bound and helpless. The position of her arms made her tits lift, made her tits more arousing and enticing than ever. Her thighs gaped wide, but her cunt was still covered by the robe.
Hunger was in her eyes. She fucked glances at him, at his hard-on. "I'll be right back," he said suddenly.
When he returned, he had the camera and the photograph he had taken of her the first time. "On, no, Max! No, not pictures," she whimpered.
"Anything I want, baby. Remember?"
She bit her lip and nodded. It was a little hard because of the way her arms were drawn up over her head. Sweat was shining on her forehead.
Max held the picture in front of her horrified and aroused gaze. "I took this one that first time, baby. Gives me one hell of a hard-on everytime I look at it."
"God, it shows everything," Kim whispered hotly as she stared at the photograph.
Max looked at it. "Damn near," he agreed. It showed everything that really mattered her inner pussy-lips, the string of jizz seeping from her sodden slit, the erect nipples of her tits.
"I like pictures of naked women, baby. You know that." He reached for the belt of her robe and unknotted it. "Only you won't let me keep 'em, remember? Well, these I am going to keep. Matter of fact, I think I'll put 'em in an album."
He could see the gleam in her frightened blue eyes.
The belt loosened, then he carefully lifted the robe off her, baring her body.
"Oh, God," she moaned as the air caressed her naked flesh. Her back was arched, her gut drawn tight, her breasts lifted. Her nipples were stiff and eager.
Her pussy-mound thrust prominently, anxiously, from the rounded plane of her lower belly. Her cunt-lips were soft and pouting. Her slit had parted just a fraction and showed a hot pink inner fold which was glistening with her juices already! And he hadn't even touched her!
Her arms tensed, tugged against the ropes. Her thighs twitched and her calves squirmed as she fought her bindings. She shuddered. She raised her head for a moment, and looked dawn the stretched line of her torso. Then she let her head thump back against the hard, glossy table.
Max set the camera aside and stood beside her head. "Look at me, baby, look at me."
As she watched, he unbelted his robe and let it drop back off his shoulders. His towering hard-on was revealed all at once. At the sight of his cock, she licked her lips nervously, left them shiny and enticing.
He stroked his prick. His hand was on his hot, swollen meat. He had a ton of jizzim stored up. It was just waiting to burst out. One stroke in that hot cunt of hers and he would cum like a geyser.
"Ever seen a man cum?" he asked softly. "Shit no, of course not. Virgin when I mated you. Fresh out of the convent or whatever it was. Couldn't bear the sight of a cock, how could you have seen a man cum?"
He began pumping his cock.
"Well, you're gonna see it this time. You're going to see what my prick does when it unloads in that cunt of yours, baby. Then I'll take some pictures of you, and that'll get me hard again. Then I'll fuck you, fuck you until your eyes pop."
He could see the effect his words were having on her, see the panting, the lusty sweat on her ribs and cheeks and forehead. She was loving it, loving his tantalizing domination of her. He stood over her, the thrust of his erect cock a mammoth, visible symbol of his lust for her. He moved closer to the table. She writhed against the ropes.
"Watch, baby, watch," he ordered, pumping his cock, making the skin wrinkle and shift on the hard core. His pecker was leaking clear juice. He feasted his eyes on his purple knob bobbing and quivering, and the glitter of Kim's eyes in the background.
"Feels like I got a puddle of lava in my gut," he told her. "A thick, hot puddle of cream swirling around in my groin. My balls are burning up. Gets hotter every stroke, more impatient. It's gonna squirt out in just a minute, I can tell. I can feel it getting hotter and hotter."
Her lips were parted. She shuddered with horniness. She was whimpering.
"See my balls?" he asked. "See how they're tensing up? They do that just before I cum. They knot up hard in my crotch like they want to climb into my cock and get fired into your belly. Like they want to squirm right through my dick and into your cunt."
His hand moved faster on his prick. The flame in his gut was beyond the point of no return.
"Here I go, baby!" he screamed. "Ahhhh shit!"
His dick fired a thick, gluey gray stream of cum. Then wad after wad erupted from his cock, spattered from his jerking cock. His fist continued to pump.
The first spurt shot beyond her, cleared her completely, hit the rug on the far side of the table.
But the succeeding creamy gobs showered down on her, spattered her face, her throat, her tits, and even her golden blonde hair. He saw a drop hit her lips, saw her tongue fuck out to lick it away. Just then another thick wad splattered her open mouth.
He thought she would turn her face away, clamp her lips shut against the vile shower. But she didn't. She faced the drenching boldly, wincing away only from those shots that fell on her eyes. She writhed and wriggled hornily as the semen spotted her face and throat and chest.
Then his dick was shrinking. Deliberately leaning over so his cock was right above her face, he milked the last thick oozings from his cock, and watched them drop toward her in long, stretching strands of heavy juice. One hit her cheek and dribbled slowly back toward her ear. Mother spotted her upper lip. She had to be getting the full effect of the rich, mushy scent, even though her tongue was licking it away.
Grabbing the camera, Max focused and got a hot close-up shot of her cum-spattered face. At the sound of the camera's whining motor, she tried to turn away.
Backing away, Max started to take a full-length shot of her stretched on the table. Then he paused and rearranged her robe so the ropes showed. Then he backed off and took the picture.
From above her head, he got one that showed her cum-flecked face, and the strained, arched line of her body. She was shivering with lust every few seconds. He wished he could catch those shudders on film somehow.
From the other end of the table, he had a perfect shot up into her gaping pussy. Her labes were not parted by the aroused petals of her inner folds, and they were glistening with her juices. It was too bad the camera took two hands to operate. Otherwise, he could have parted her cunt-lips with one hand and gotten a close-up of her slimy gash. He concluded the photo session by standing on the couch and taking one straight down.
When he was done, his cock was throbbing hard again. After setting the camera aside, he spread the still-developing pictures on the sofa. Then he checked the ropes to make sure they weren't cutting off her circulation.
When she felt him testing her wrists, she moved them as if she thought he was releasing her. "You letting me go?" she asked softly.
Max was kneeling beside her. He shook his head. "No. You want me to let you go?"
She gulped and shook her head. "No."
"How you feeling?" he asked, checking the ropes on her ankles.
"Oh, Max, I came – or is it cum?"
"Damned if I know."
"I feel so helpless," she whimpered. "I can barely move. My back hurts a little, but it's not a bad hurt. And I itch inside, Max. I itch, way deep inside where only you can scratch it."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, Max, I love you so much," Kim sighed. "I'm your slave and I love it."
"I love you, too," he told her, his throat knotting. She looked so tender, so helpless, so vulnerable tied to the table like that.
"Why don't you wait a little before you put it in me, Max," she suggested. "Sit down and have a drink or something."
Max felt his innards chum at the idea. The thought of leaving her there, helpless, while he relaxed with some Scotch, made his balls sizzle. With casualness, he went over and turned on the TV, then settled down in his easy chair so he could watch both Kim and the news. The sight of her body spread in front of the newscaster made Max's insides squirm hotly.
"I feel like he's watching me," Kim whispered hoarsely.
"You like it?" Max asked.
"It's… frightening," she answered. "It's humiliating, but the thought of someone other than you seeing me like this makes me… makes me…"
"Horny?" Max suggested.
"Hornier than ever," she admitted. "Oh, Max, I'm so awful!"
"Not to me, baby, not to me," he assured her.
"Love me, Max," she whispered as a dog-food commercial came on the screen. "Please, love me."
Max set his empty glass down. The alcohol in his belly eased the lust knot in his gut. "Soon," he assured her, getting up.
His eyes were fastened on her hot, aroused pussy. His mouth watered at the thought of exploring those hot, sloppy folds with his lips and tongue.
He sank to his knees between her spread legs and slid his hands lovingly up the satin smooth insides of her thighs. Slowly, tenderly, he parted her cunt-lips, revealed the hot, fascinating hole of her cunt. There was the fucked, tantalizing hot opening of her cunt. Just above it was her pisser.
Keeping his eyes focused on her strained torso, Max slowly lowered his mouth. He fucked his tongue at her clit, and watched earthquake-like convulsions rock her taut gut. Her titties swelled and stiffened. Her muscles jerked and strained as she fought the ropes.
"Oh, Max, fuck me, please!" Kim moaned.
"Soon, baby, soon," he promised. His cock felt as heavy as lead because of its load.
He stared at the rosy heart of her snatch and wondered how she would look with something inserted in her twat, something jutting out of her cunt. The thought of taking a photo of her pussy speared by a phony cock made his balls throb and his dick dribble.
He promised himself he would try it some other time as his appetite for her hot meat and delectable juices made him lower his mouth to her steaming gash. His tongue slithered smoothly into her hole, pressed aside the rippled, slick walls. As he wormed his way into her, he was smothered by the smell of her. He wiggled deep into her clinging, velvety depths.
Her body was jerking and jumping against the ropes as he drank the nectar from her glands. Her gut heaved and rolled like a belly dancer's. Her thighs were twitching. Her boobs were quivering and shaking as her chest muscles rippled and convulsed beneath them.
"Fuck me," she moaned as he moved away from her twat. His face was smeared with her juice.
"What?" he asked, pretending he hadn't heard right.
"Fuck me, Max, please," Kim repeated.
"Beg pardon?"
"Fuck me, Max! Oh God, Max! Please, please, fuck me!" she pleaded. "Fuck me! Ram your cock completely through me if you want! But fuck me! Now!"
Max got to his knees and held his cock against her ravenous cunt. The touch of his dick-head made her flinch and then hold very still. Only a slight quivering betrayed her desperation.
Holding his rigid pecker in his hand in order to steady it, he slowly wiggled it into her burning cunt. A picture of this would be ball-busting! If he bought a timer for the camera then he'd be able to do it. The need for a photo album was growing.
He slid his dick an inch into her and savored her animal moan of ecstasy. He studied his cock protruding from her golden-furred slit. He wished he could stand outside himself and watch her take his meat. But the only way he could do that would be to let another man have her. The thought of that made him feel like he was being ripped in two right up the middle. The idea of her getting fucked by someone else also made his cock throb.
"More, Max," she urged softly.
He held back. "What was it you said you felt like?"
She shuddered. "What?" she asked. "What?"
"A few minutes ago," he explained, feeling her cunt-walls clutching his aching dickhead, the only part of his prick inside her. "A few minutes ago you said something about being my slave, didn't you?"
"I am, mmm," she whispered. "I am your slave."
"You like being my slave?"
"I love it," she answered in a tone that left no doubt in his mind, and made his cock swell in her cunt.
He carefully kept his voice level. "If you're my slave, then I can do anything I want with you, can't I?"
"Yes," she groaned. "Oh, God, yes, Max. Anything you want. Anything."
"You won't forget, will you? You won't forget that you are my slave from now on?"
"I'll never, never forget it," she whimpered. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her pledge, but the sensation of owning her, being able to do with her as he wanted, made him feel ecstatic. He would have to come up with some tangible token of her status, some way of marking her, something to serve as a constant reminder to them of her enslavement.
"Anytime, anywhere, I can tie you up, right, baby?"
"Anytime, anywhere," she moaned. "Oh, God, please! Please fuck me, Max! Fuck me hard and deep!"
"I tell you to strip, you strip. Right?"
"Yes, Max," she agreed. "Anything, just so you'll fuck me. Anything."
Max wiggled his cock in her cunt. "Promise?" he insisted, knowing how much a promise meant to her.
"I promise," she sighed from the depths of her soul. "Cross my heart and hope to die, I promise."
Max leaned forward and drove his cock into her sucking cunt. Her velvet walls stroked his dick, sending torrents of flame roaring along his nerves. The sight of his cock sliding out of sight into her golden-tinged cunt made his throat knot with pleasure. The sensation of having the whole length of his prick in her hot pussy made his balls chum. The pool glutting his groin was enormous.
Leaning forward, resting his hands on the table on either side of her, he drew his cock out slowly and then slid it back into her searing embrace. Her eyes were closed. Her face was shiny with sweat. Patches of cum married her cheeks, forehead and nose. He stroked his cock in and out of her.
He leaned forward until he felt his pubic arch rapping hers on the inward strokes. Every impact sent a shock wave through her body it was testimony of the pounding her cunt was receiving. Meanwhile, his cumming was drawing closer and closer. The stroking her cunt was giving his cock felt unbelievable.
He saw her cumming crest, saw the straining of her tendons and a flush on her creamy flesh. He drove into her pussy harder and faster. He set his cock as deep in her spasming pussy as he could and felt his jizz empty into her in a series of steamy spurts. The flood was like a series of tidal waves. It glutted every nook and cranny of her hungry hole, then streamed out around his still-spurting pecker, seeped from her stuffed hole.
He stayed inside her until, with a wringing, camping sensation, his balls squeezed dry. His dick gave a last tentative squirm and began to fade. He stayed in her for a few minutes, savoring the feel of his cock retreating from her depths.
"Oh, Max," Kim sighed as his limp prick slithered from her slit.
He reached for the camera, and focused, close range, on her pussy. He captured her still-distended cunt-lips. A streamer of his cum, ending in a pearly drop on her golden muff, trickled from her snatch. Her outer lips were flushed and swollen.
After taking one final shot of her ranged body, Max untied her ankles. Conscious of her whimpers of pain, he helped her straighten her legs. Her skin was chafed and sore where the ropes had cunt into her.
He unfastened her wrists from the table, but left them bound together. He carried her to the sofa.
He lay there limp and exhausted. Her hands were shielding her pussy.
She looked dead. Only the rise and fall of her magnificent tits proved she wasn't. Something about the way she was bound made Max reach for the camera and snap one last picture.
He was tenderly rubbing hand lotion into the welts around her ankles when she finally sighed and opened her eyes. When she lifted her head, he slid a pillow under it. Tenderly, he eased a strand of her golden hair away from her eyes. She nuzzled her cheek against his fingers.
"Oh, Max, I'm so awful," she whispered.
"No, you aren't, baby. But you are my slave. Remember?"
She shivered. Her tits stiffened and her shoulders hunched. "I remember."
"You'll remember what you promised?" he asked seriously.
"I'll remember what I promised," she said, realizing how serious he was. She was just as serious herself. Then she looked a bit scared. "You will be a good master, won't you?"
He smiled. "You're much too valuable a possession to risk damaging," he answered.
Tears glistened in her blue eyes. "I do belong to you, Max. Body and soul I belong to you."
He began to untie her wrists.
"You know what I'd like, Max? Or can a slave ask for things sometimes?"
"Sure, you can ask for things sometimes," he answered. "But you can't argue when I say no."
"I'd like something so the whole world knows I'm your slave," she said. "Something I have to wear, all the time, like my wedding band. Only it should be something I can't ever take off."
Max threw the rope aside. "I was thinking the same thing, baby. I read in a book once that the woman had a ring put through one of her cunt-lips, like the ring in the nose of a bull."
"I… don't think I could take that," she stammered, shivering.
Max smiled at her. "You will if I decide you will!"
"Yes, Max," she agreed in a soft whisper. "But I think a bracelet or a collar will do for a start," he assured her. "Nothing too obtrusive."
"Yes, Max," she agreed.
Max contemplated what her frigidity had brought out in both of them. The possibilities for the future were endless.