Marian
Days of working on the businesses. Time spent with new family as they all came around.
It was turning out better than I could hope, but I still was hesitant about Drayton.
He stayed quiet a lot. His mood went up and down.
His head always seemed to hurt. He never slept.
Not for long. And here we were again, spending the night absorbed with one another as we made up for lost time.
“Drayton.”
My body was on fire. Moans and little whimpers left me, and yet there was an increasing need to scream for what Drayton was doing. I was twisting and turning inside through sensations that weren’t supposed to coincide with each other. Pain. Pleasure.
Each sting from the cane over my ass was a burning that seemed to be linked right to my clit. No matter how much I dug my fingers into the silk sheets or the mattress, the addictive torture wouldn’t stop calling. It wouldn’t ease. I needed more. I wanted more.
“Drayton, please.”
Crack!
The burst of fire had tears leaving me. So many tears, yet I couldn’t stop begging to be hit again. Fingers traced over my pussy, and I sobbed, feeling the slightest hint of relief as my husband’s finger inched into me, holding still.
Crack!
“God. Fuck.”
I rocked back, not able to help myself, but that had the cane connecting again. Once. Twice. My body shook through the heavy sobs. They were swallowed by the bed as I buried my face so not to be too loud.
“I’m going to get a drink, and you’re going to stay just like this. If you move, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
Had he slurred his words?
Drayton eased another finger in me, erasing the question as he stretched me, pushing deep. A mini spasm had me sobbing harder. It wasn’t an orgasm, but I was so close. I’d been close now for what had to have been an hour. Or was it two?
I couldn’t even think anymore. We skipped dinner again tonight.
Drayton said he had another headache but couldn’t keep his hands off me the moment we’d finally left the office.
Where I stayed terrified at what would come of his behavior, he seemed able to reign it in before the anger became too extreme.
He seemed in control. Or had he been in control the entire time?
Even with my mother’s tricks? I didn’t know, because I wasn’t sure if I was doing anything at all.
It was a look. Just a look with orders or loving words.
Fingers left me, and footsteps grew distant.
The sound of glass clinked. I kept my head down with my ass in the air as I waited.
My eyes stayed closed, and I basked in the darkness and constant pleasure zinging through.
Knocking had that ending as my lids opened.
Panic flared. It was Drayton’s deep tone laced in threats that had me keeping still.
“Don’t. Move. Not for anything, Marian.”
My lids closed again. Not from the pleasure, but the mortification that he’d open that door and someone would see me so exposed.
My heart was racing. Silk was all I knew as I flexed my fingers into the mattress again.
The door opened, and I turned more in so that I could hide my face.
Drayton wouldn’t let anyone see me. He’d keep the door closed enough. I was okay.
Low voices wouldn’t register actual words.
The hushed tone only had me tuning more to my surroundings.
That had my body coming to life again, reminding me how sensitive I felt.
The darkness blanketed me, and I relaxed into it.
A good minute or two passed. The door shut and footsteps sounded against the wood.
I smiled as pressure settled over my ass.
Heat flared from the caress, and I could feel the hand shift to begin tracing the swollen lines from the cane.
But then, more footsteps. A clinking of ice against glass.
My lids shot open, and I lifted my head just in time to see Drayton sit in a big chair across from me on the bed.
He took a drink, his expression blank as he stared at me.
His eyes, intense. I went to turn to look behind, but the hand forced my head back down.
“Drayton?”
“Face down and don’t move, wife. Don’t question it. You’re not in trouble. Just feel.”
Feel? What was I supposed to be feeling?
Terror? Panic? Mortification? I felt everything.
I felt the fingers begin to move again, caressing the throbbing skin.
They inched over, brushing my folds. Taking their time.
The pleasure spiked as the tip of a finger made a repeated path, up and down my slit. I was so wet. And hot. So damn hot.
“Drayton.”
“Shh.”
That was it. No words of comfort. No advice or reassurance. He wanted me quiet. To… feel.
The tip of the man’s finger eased into my channel, only to be joined with the tip of another. My lips parted, waiting to see if they’d go further. I needed something more. Something so desperately that I would give in to the screams that begged to come.
In and out the tips pushed, teasing. Taking their time.
When his thumb traced over my back entrance, my entire body shook, and I almost had an orgasm on the spot.
I felt like I was going crazy. Like I had no control.
I tried to shift, gasping as the cane found it’s home right over the pulsing skin Drayton had already punished.
My hands drew up, and I buried my fingers in my hair, holding and fisting through the primal lust. Again, he began to thrust. And again, he used my wetness to glide and tease against my back entrance.
“Please. I—I can’t. I—”
Crack!
“Ah! Please.” I pushed back deeper against the fingers, letting go of my hair to reach blindly for Drayton.
My cries were never-ending, and they seemed to last forever as the teasing continued.
They held such begging but also emotion I couldn’t even process.
I didn’t know this Marian. She wasn’t the shark.
She wasn’t the innocent, na?ve girl she once was.
This Marian was new. She was soft and needy and wanted to be free in her need to cry and be hurt.
It didn’t make sense from my normal personality, but nothing I knew about myself seemed to be right anymore.
“Up.”
At Drayton’s voice so close, my eyes opened. My head lifted, and I took in how he was standing across the bed from me. His shirt was now unbuttoned, and he was unbuckling his belt.
“Yes. Yes.” I reached for him again but jerked my hand down as the cane cracked over the opposite side of my ass.
Fingers moved deeper, stretching as they slowly filled me.
I was fighting for breath. Fighting not to come.
I wanted to, but I couldn’t forget Drayton’s warning when we started.
Only when he said. He hadn’t given me permission yet.
And that’s what this taste of the traditional ways was about, wasn’t it?
Discipline? Me, obeying him? Me, letting him lead?
Was this other man part of it too? I’d never heard of that happening.
Drayton unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, removing his shirt as he stripped down completely. His eyes were almost dazed as he kept his stare on me. He moved onto the bed, staying on his knees as he positioned himself right in front of me.
“Suck. Eyes on mine.”
My innocence had me hesitating. I saw the moment Drayton blinked hard and seemed to put it together. His head tilted the smallest amount, and his lids narrowed, but that dazed look didn’t leave. His hand caressed along my face as he used his grip to lead me forward.
“Open, doll. We’re going to take this slow. First… I want you to let your tongue relax. You’re going to run it around the tip of my cock, and you’re going to taste how much I want you.”
I opened, keeping my tongue flat as I leveled it to the underside, slowly working my way around his width.
Drayton’s mouth dropped open, and his breaths turned heavier.
When I moved it around completely, his eyes rolled, almost not reopening.
I let my lips encase over the tip, watching as he bit against the bottom of his lip with heavy lids.
“Fuck, baby. Again. Just like that.”
I tested how to circle around. I licked and even sucked against him as Drayton made the most delicious sounds.
He didn’t have to tell me to keep going.
The constant thrusts, the teases over my back entrance, I never wanted this to end.
The fire within me was growing. I started taking more of Drayton’s length in my mouth, welcoming it in as deep as I could.
Sucking down his taste as if it were the antidote to all our problems.
My hand came up, and instinct had me wrapping around, stroking, sucking, letting my tongue move around the hardness in hopes that he would be just as taken over by the pleasure as I was.
I was endless in the euphoria. I could worship his cock forever.
I wanted to, but my body couldn’t handle the amount of pleasure.
“Drayton, tell me yes. I need—Drayton. I can’t… wait.”
Had I slurred? I suddenly felt foggy and delayed.
His fingers loosened in my hair. He moved down, holding to my biceps as he pulled me up to my knees to face him.
“You’ll get your reward soon enough.” He brushed his lips to mine. “That felt so good, baby. Now, turn around and do that to Elec.”
My entire body locked up at the name, and my stomach twisted sickeningly. I jerked my head to see, feeling terror take over as I stared up into blue eyes that were empty. Dead.
“What’s the matter? Expecting someone else?”
His stare lifted to Drayton, and he gave a nod, but no words were spoken as my husband turned me towards Elec, forcing me to all-fours.
I couldn’t catch my breath as I stared up in alarm at the man in the black suit.
He lowered to sit on the bed, brushing back the hair from my face as Drayton’s fingers rubbed against me.
“I… Elec, I—”
“Well, you don’t seem happy to see me. Is the fun over so soon? That was fun, wasn’t it?”