27. Elio
Chapter twenty-seven
Elio
Sunrays filter in through the open window, nearly blinding my sight. My eyelids flutter open just as my 7 a.m. alarm chimes beside the bed.
My hand instinctively reaches out to caress the spot on the bed beside me, but surprisingly, there’s nothing, rather no one, there. My body flips to the other side, now facing where Aria should have been lying asleep.
Releasing a deep sigh, I get out of bed, my mind shifting back to Aria. Where the hell has she gone at this hour?
As I take an involuntary tour around the room while looking for her, it strikes my mind that our honeymoon ends today.
We’ve had quite the fun during the past few days; swimming in the icy cold lake?exclusive to the honeymoon suite residents, our full clothes on, teaching her to play video games and letting her win, baking…or rather, burning cookies together…just doing things that normal couples would do together.
There were those days when she refused to get out of bed, too. She was particularly grumpy on those mornings. Despite all the fun experiences, there’s still something I’ve yet to show her.
The clangs of spoons against plates draw my attention to the kitchen. My feet thud softly on the wooden floors, drawing her attention to me.
A small smile lifts the corners of her lips as her gaze meets with mine. She’s wearing one of her lacy night dresses that completely exposes her bare pink nipples. Her hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She looks just like a goddess.
“You’re up early.” My arms encircle her waist as I sneak up behind her, nuzzling her ear with my tongue.
“My dad’s call woke me up, plus I wanted a quick snack. A salad, actually,” her voice is low and seductive, just the way I like it.
A salad? This early? She’s been craving strange things all week, from pickles and cream cheese to chips dipped in honey. Yesterday, she wanted to see what mango slices taste like with chili powder. I figured it was just the excitement of trying new things.
“Your dad? Is he okay?”
“Yeah. He was only checking in. I was wondering, did you find out who’s been trying to get at my dad yet?”
I shake my head no. “Not yet, but I have my men on it. They’ll find him soon.” A smile curls over her lips as I pull her even closer, placing her butt right in the center of my crotch. “How about you have me instead of that snack?”
Her hand pauses mid-chop on the vegetables she’s slicing as she turns fully to face me, one eyebrow arched in amusement.
She teases her thigh slightly on my growing crotch as a smile with a hint of mischief lights up her eyes.
“Oh, really?” she says, leaning back against the counter. She crosses her arms, still holding the knife loosely in her fingers. “And what makes you think you’d be a better option?”
I close the remaining space between us, moving close enough to see the way her breath catches. Her bravado falters for just a second, but amidst the brief flicker of uncertainty, I see desire.
“Because,” I say, my voice a low murmur now, “I’m irresistible. And you know it.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head, but she doesn’t step away. Instead, she wraps her arms around my waist. “You’re insufferable, Elio, that’s what you are.”
“And yet,” I say, grazing my hand along her pale white cheek, “you’re still here.”
Her smile expands into a grin. “You’re staring,” she says, looking straight into my eyes.
“Can’t help it, Principessa .”
Her lips move to touch mine, and before I know it, we’re leaning toward each other, the salad completely forgotten. Her lips cruise mine softly at first, but it doesn’t stay that way for long.
My hands reach for the sides of her face, pulling her mouth open with my tongue just as her hands find their way to my shirt, tugging me closer.
“You don’t seem to be tired today.” My words are a blur, with her lips diving against mine, but she raises her brows and drops them in a swift movement.
“Nope.”
As my fingers squeeze her soft ass cheeks without thinking, she laughs against my mouth, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. She’s actually enjoying this.
“Here?” she whispers as she pulls her mouth away from mine, her breath warm against my ear.
“Why not?” I whisper against her ear. “But first, I need to show you something.”
I already have it packed up in a trunk. I’ve always thought this honeymoon would be the best time for me to show her what intense sex looks like since she enjoyed the mild forms I started with her.
I can’t wait to see the look of pleasure on her face as I drag the whip across her pearly skin or spank the hell out of her ass.
Oh, the things I’ve been wanting to do to her… How I would love to see a collar on her neck, with her entire body restrained in bondage, her legs splayed apart while I fucked both her holes.
Fuck! The idea alone is messing with my mind, causing my erection to bulge harder against the sweatpants I have on.
***
Her mouth is packed with salad by the time I return with the wooden trunk.
“Mmm…what’s this?”
A wicked grin climbs my lips. “I give you permission to take a peek.”
She lowers herself into a crouch in front of the trunk, giving the buckles a click to pop the lid open. Her mouth falls open when she sees them.
“Are…are these…?”
“Yes, Princess. Today, I’ll be showing you how I like my partners. Beautiful, breathless, and of course…submissive without questions.” My feet push the trunk aside as my arm snakes out to pull her up and tug her waist towards me.
I can feel her heart thudding in her chest against mine. She’s scared, and that’s one thing I don’t want. Everyone else is intimidated by me and that’s exactly how I want it, except her.
“Hey…you don’t have to be scared, okay? I’ll have you pick a safe word, and I promise to stop as soon as you say it. I need you to trust me, to trust that everything I’ll be doing is aimed at pleasuring you and nothing else.”
Her wide eyes dart to the trunk and then back at me before she nods.
My hands travel up and down the length of her back, easing her tension as I slide my tongue into her mouth. Her hands reach up to my neck, holding on as if for dear life.
“You know the rules, Princess. You don’t touch me until I say so.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, hands dropping limply to her sides.
My hands smack hard against her half-exposed ass, drawing a winced breath from her.
“You’re sorry, what?”
“Teacher. I’m sorry, Teacher.”
“That’s my girl...” My heart leaps at the fact that she’s not only a fast learner, but she’s also applying all the basics I’ve taught her without questioning them. “Now, remember I told you I was going to punish you for a few things you did wrong the last time?”
My hands slide away from her waist as my frame lowers towards the trunk, taking out all my favorite instruments. A soft gasp erupts from Aria as I rise with leather cuffs for both her hands and ankles.
“Shhh…Princess, these are really comfortable.” I turn the cuffs towards her so she can see that they’re heavily padded inside. “Usually, I don’t give this level of comfort, but you’re only getting used to this, and I’m still trying to build trust.”
Relief washes over my being when she nods. A part of me thinks that she’ll bolt and run any minute now, but so far, she doesn’t look like it.
I reach down into the trunk for the chain to be attached to the loop on the cuffs.
“I’m going to put these on your wrists and cuff you right here,” I say, pointing towards the iron bars on the kitchen window.
“Is...is that safe?” Beads of trepidation are shimmering on her forehead now.
“Yes, it’s perfectly safe. Remember that any time you feel the slightest discomfort or that you can’t take it anymore, you say your safe word.” My hands are working the cuffs over her wrists as I speak, latching the chains on them and then on the iron bars.
She flexes them a little, then holds still and turns around to me. “What now?”
That question sounds like an invitation. My hands grab her butt roughly, squeezing the life out of them through her lacy nightie. The material crumbles under my touch, exposing her bare skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” The whispers slip out of my mouth, barely audible. My fingers crunch to drag my nails lightly over her butt cheeks. She moans a little. I can’t say if it’s from pain or pleasure, not until she giggles.
“That’s ticklish.” She turns her head around again to look at me.
“What comes next won’t be.” I reach for the trunk again, pulling out a blindfold and paddle, a size bigger than the one I had used on her in the house. “Now, for your punishment, I’m going to give you a good dose of spanking, but first, this goes on.”
I put the silky blindfold over her eyes, ensuring that the knot behind her head is well secured before moving down to her leg cuffs.
It’s a good thing the kitchen comes with a variety of different not-necessarily-common accessories. Among them a column of metal handles at different heights secured to the wall?I assume for hanging cloths or holding items up straight in their place. Well, not exactly the application I have in mind! I strap the cuffs to Aria’s ankles and then secure the attached chains to the lowest metal handle on the wall. The ankle cuffs and chains do an excellent job keeping her legs in place. I pause and take a hungry look at this unholy sight before me, my cock now too heavy and engorged.
“Now I want you to arch your back and place your elbows on the counter. That would make this easier.”
She lowers her back till she’s resting on the counter in front of her. My palms come down on her buttocks, massaging and preparing it for the stings to come.
“Good. This is going to be a lot different from the other spankings you’ve had. Now pick a word as your safe word.”
“Husband,” she says without thinking. “Husband it is,” I respond, stunned at her choice of word. It’s the first time any sub has ever opted to use such a personal word as a safe word. But then again, Aria is not ‘any’ sub. She is now my wife, and I am indeed her husband.
“Husband,” I say again as my throat tightens, “Right.”
I close my hands around the handle of the paddle, and without warning, I swing it down on her arched buttocks. The guttural moan she releases sends shivers down my spine.
“Rate that on a scale of one to ten. One means a no, and ten means a big yes.”
“It’s a…a four?”
I swing the paddle again, this time harder than the first. Her torso twists with the next moan.
“Rating, Princess.”
“Six?”
Yes . A smile climbs my lips as I grab her waist, placing my hard cock directly on her bare ass. Twisting my waist slowly to both arouse her and massage her butt, which must be stinging now.
“This one’s a ten!” she squeals, moaning like she’s part of some sexy orchestra.
Fuck .
The paddle clatters softly onto the counter as I drop it, grabbing her neck and pressing it down into submission while I spank her ass multiple times with my free hand.
She starts with an “Oooh…ahhhh,” at the first spank and ends up screaming, breathless, by the last one.
This is exactly what I’ve always wanted. Seeing her restrained like this under my command, moaning, screaming, just for me.
“Easy, Princess. You’re doing well. Now…” I release her neck, bending towards the trunk to pull out a nipple clamp. “I call this the ultimate punishment because it helps me keep you from cumming for as long as I please.”
When she feels my hands on her breast, her body stiffens up a little.
“Remember my promise; I won’t do anything to hurt you.” She bobs her head up and down, loosening up again, then grunts a little as I clamp one nipple, followed by the other.
I run my fingers over her full breasts, massaging the area around the clamps so as to enable blood flow.
“Does it hurt? On a scale of one to ten,” I’m bent over her, my lips at her ears.
“Maybe a six? It hurts a little.”
“That’s because you’re not used to it…yet. Relax into the feeling.” My hand trails down her skin until I get to the middle of her ass, then run it down, rubbing lightly, till I’m at her clit. She is squirming now, grunting softly as if trying to nudge me to touch her further.
But I have other plans.
Now that I’m sure she’s not going to cum before I’m satisfied, I bend over to the trunk again and bring out my absolute favorite tool.
The whip.
It’s a flogger with soft whip ends, not hard enough to cause real pain, but painful enough to evoke the right amount when used properly.
“It’s time to teach you some manners like I promised I would.” The whip comes down very lightly on her bare ass, tickling and arousing her at the same time.
Watching her squirm and roll her butt like that makes me just want to grab her and fuck the ever-living shit out of her, especially since this doggy style position she’s in causes the lips of her pink pussy to stare boldly at me.
When the whip caresses her folds, she drags at her leg cuffs, trying to close her thighs.
I can only imagine how horny I’m making her feel right now.
“Behave, Princess. I will only fuck you when I see fit.”
I bring the whip down again, harder this time, right on her pussy. She moans and fuck do they drive me insane. I lift my fingers to her swollen lips again, massaging them for the harder hit I’m about to strike with the whip.
Her folds are becoming moist from all the teasing, so I send my palms slapping on them gently at first and then rapidly.
“That’s a ten! Ahhh… I…I love it!”
“Did I ask you to rate this one? I thought you’d learned some manners by now,” I growl. The whip lashes down on her pussy again. This time, I make sure it doesn’t stop.
When I'm done whipping her, I set the whip down and lower my body on top of her, reaching out for her breasts from behind her, rubbing them as lightly as I can to ease the numbness the clamps must be causing her.
Touching her like this just makes my balls want to burst.
Her groans and moans are getting louder, thicker, and more sensual. She’s now able to find pleasure in the pain.
My cock is so erect and swollen in my sweatpants now, I don’t think I can hold on much longer.
Swiftly, I reach into the trunk for the butt plug and lube. I prepare the plug, making sure to use lots of lube.
“I want to fuck that tight asshole of yours right here.” My fingers are massaging her butt now. She just looks at me with her eyes wide.
She’s making all sorts of funny moves, squirming and twisting like she just wants me to slide into that dripping pussy and fuck her senseless.
Her butt cheeks rise higher into the air by the minute, giving me an even clearer view than before of her pink pussy, now reddening from the strikes of the whip.
“I’m going to do something right now. I need you to relax.” My hands reach for her back, massaging my way from her neck to her ass.
When she rests her elbows back on the counter, I stick the lubricated butt plug into her butthole. She flinches a little, but I’ve got my fingers massaging her perineum so that she completely forgets about whatever inconvenience the plug is causing her.
I can feel her pussy dripping from my fingers on her; at this point, there’s no way I can stop myself from fucking the hell out of her.
My pants slide down my waist as I yank them off, freeing my pulsating cock?now not kid’s play at eight inches long on an almost six-inch girth!
I slide the precum on my cock’s tip over her wet pussy slowly before parting her folds well with my fingers and slipping my about-to-explode cock in, inch by inch, barely able to fit it in her.
Her back arches as she produces the most beautiful moans I’ve ever heard.
I lean my frame over her, pushing in that butt plug with my stomach while my cock hits the deepest spot inside her, simultaneously being squeezed to oblivion by her muscles.
My hands reach for her breasts, squeezing them gently so I don’t cause her too much pain while she has the nipple clamps on.
The veins in my legs are bulging, and my balls are tightening. I’m about to reach orgasm despite having just started. Her uncorrupted?correction, only-corrupted-by-me?cunt is so freaking tight, I’m afraid I might not be able to control myself any longer. Although, that’s a good problem to have.
“You can tell me if you want it to end, Aria,” I groan, half-wishing she would ask me to take a break so I can stop myself from cumming so soon.
“No, no, don’t stop, Teacher. Keep punishing me!”
My cock vibrates in her pussy, drawing a dangerous glint from my eyes. My hand spanks lightly on her ass, the shock causing her to shiver, but she doesn’t object.
I pull out of her swollen pussy, remove the butt plug, and then thrust into her anus?this hole is just as deliciously tight as her front one. It takes everything in me to keep myself from cumming.
Another spank lands on her ass, then another, while I’m simultaneously thrusting into her anus. In a frenzied movement, I retreat from her ass, rip apart a condom pack from the trunk, slide it on and, without wasting another moment, hammer my cock back into her dripping pussy.
As she reaches her climax, her walls tighten around me and I feel my balls clenching and my orgasm erupting, as I’m fondling her breasts for support.
“I’ll give this a nine,” she says with a grin on her face, breathing even harder than myself.
I smirk as I reach for the nipple clamps and the rest of the apparatus attached to her and undo them, thinking to myself how proud I am of her; she endured?enjoyed?everything I did to her and didn’t even use the safe word.
“Oh, you’re yet to see the ten, Princess. That’s a promise!”