STORY EXCERPT

Rowena Whitney smiled as her husband, Van, pressed his body into hers from behind and covered her eyes with his hands. He whispered in her right ear, “I have two more presents for you, but they’re upstairs.”

“Oh? Two more, eh? Did you grow a second cock overnight?”

Van nuzzled her neck and chuckled softly, sending shivers up and down Rowena’s spine. “That would be some Christmas miracle, wouldn’t it?” He uncovered her eyes and took her hand. “Come on, gorgeous. One was a spur-of-the-moment decision. The other one you asked for.”

She followed him up the stairs. “I did?”

“Yes. Two months ago.”

Rowena frowned as they rounded the corner at the top of the stairs and made their way into the bedroom. Two months ago had been late October. She didn’t remember asking for anything specific. There were two wrapped presents on the bed. One was the size of a shoe box, and the other was the size of a toaster, or perhaps a coffeemaker.

Van scooped the larger box off the bed and handed it to her with a big grin on his face. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

Rowena placed it on the bed to open. “Is this the one I asked for or the spur-of-the-moment-decision?”

“It’s the one you asked for.” He looked like a kid trying hard not to spill a huge secret. Rowena tore off the wrapping paper and squealed when she saw the distinctive gold and navy blue box from Sassy Brassy, the fetish shop downtown on Juniper Street. She hoped it was the shoes she wanted. She still didn’t remember telling Van about them, but maybe Brassy had said something to him? Instead of shoes, she pulled out a sparkly-handled flogger with thick, maroon falls. Rowena stared at it, uncertain what to say.

“She had to special order it.”

She turned around and gazed into her husband’s face. He was actually beaming. “Special order it?”

“Yes, Rowena, that’s what I just said. I asked her what kinds of things you usually look at when you’re in there, and she said you seem to prefer maroon and sparkly stuff. So I found one in a catalog she had, and she ordered it for me.”

Rowena tossed it on the bed. “You’re not coming near my ass with that thing.”

Van opened his mouth but nothing came out. The disappointment in his eyes nearly broke her heart. Rowena couldn’t bring herself to tell her husband of two and a half years that she was secretly dying to know what it felt like to be flogged, but her fears outweighed her desires right now. She’d always been this way. Afraid to tell anyone the truest desires of her heart. When you grew up with an older sister and four brothers and you were in the middle, your dreams and aspirations got pushed aside for important chores like emptying the dishwasher and scrubbing the toilets.

“You knew I was going to buy one. You said you wanted me to.”

“I know I did.” She remembered now. What he’d just said was true. She had said she wanted him to buy one. But Van should be used to her changing her mind by now. They’d known each other for twenty-nine years, after all.

She held up her hands. “I remember what I said on Halloween, but now that I see it in person, it looks too…too harsh. Too scary.”

Two months prior on Halloween, they’d attended Nash Stonecraft’s annual party for the first time, even though he held them every year. Van had made a joke about buying her a flogger for Christmas, and she’d told him to go for it. But now she’d changed her mind. It was that simple. Or at least, it should be. Nash, who was the sole heir to the Stonecraft fortune, owned the family mansion on Cheyenne Boulevard and operated Indulgence, the only BDSM club in Passion Peak, Colorado from its basement. Van and Rowena had been there for collaring ceremonies, but only because most of their friends were in the lifestyle.

Van advanced toward her, grinning, and as always when he resorted to that level of deviousness, her pussy grew wet. His blond, blue-eyed, all-American looks had never dimmed, despite him now being closer to forty than thirty. At times she still saw him as the same adorable second-grader that she, at the tender age of five, had fallen head-over-heels in love with on her first day of kindergarten. “You’re not playing fair.”

“What are you talking about? All I’m doing is walking toward you.” Van had been her big brother Jake’s best friend all through school, and she’d worshipped him along with every other girl in the Passion Peak school system each time he caught the football in a gravity-defying leap to win game after game for the Passion Peak Cougars.

“Right. Just walking. But with that damn grin on your face.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Rowena yelped when the leather roses and their stems landed across both ass cheeks. Van waited a second or two, and then he threw it again. Alexa had been right. The sensation was a thudding one at first, but then the bite of the roses kicked in. It was easy to imagined that if a Dom timed the throws just right, neither sensation would have the chance to abate, so the pain would be continuous.

Van threw it five times then stopped. “What color are you?”

“Green, Sir.”

“All right.” He resumed, and Rowena closed her eyes and mentally let go. She slipped into a state where the pain became pleasure and the pleasure became pain. It was as if she were floating overhead, looking down on the scene. Every nerve ending was on fire. Each time the falls and roses at the ends struck her, she moaned or cried out, but her voice sounded dim as if she were in a wind tunnel.

Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms, and she brushed her nipples against the pillows under her chest because she ached to have them touched. She tried to push her clit against the back of the sofa but the angle was wrong. If Van touched it right now, she knew she’d come.

The pain was just beginning to break through the fog when he stopped. Her cuffs were off, and she was standing. Van held her, whispering how proud he was of her, and how fucking beautiful she was.

“I’m all right.”

He cupped her face. “I know. I know. You took a lot. But I stopped because your ass is really red right now.”

She giggled, and then couldn’t seem to stop. Every happy thought she’d ever had came bubbling up inside, and she wanted to scream, cry, run, and jump, all at the same time. Van pulled her close again and stroked her hair and back. When he brushed his fingers over her ass, she winced. “How many times did you flog me with that thing?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

He looked into her eyes again. “Thirty.”

“Wow. I’m a pro now.”

Van began to laugh, and then Rowena did again as well. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, moving her close to the headboard. “Don’t move.” She watched him retrieve the wrist cuffs, and she put her arms overhead without him telling her to. He fastened the cuffs to the headboard, and then he retrieved the pillows from the sofa and placed then under her hips. She thought he was going to fuck her, but he lay between her legs and licked her pussy and asshole, teasing her clit with his tongue on each pass.

Rowena cried out and screamed as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had rocked her body with endless contractions. Even when it stopped, Van didn’t. He just kept sucking her and licking her until another began to build. Her mouth was dry, sweat pooled at her hairline and under her breasts, and her clit was sore, but she didn’t want it to end.

When he finally stopped, he moved to her breasts and teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. “Fuck me. Please.”

“No. You didn’t call me ‘Sir.’”

Rowena cried out in frustration. “Fuck me, Sir. Please, Sir. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”

Van glanced up at her, grinning. “That’s better.” He unfastened her wrist cuffs and turned her onto her stomach, keeping her hips draped over the pillows so that her ass was in the air, and then he secured the cuffs behind her back and clipped them together. She felt him move off the bed, but couldn’t turn her head around to see what he was doing. When he sat on it again, she heard a liquid sound.

“I thought we’d try some of that lube you bought. You did say it would make things tighter.”

“Oh God…”

“Was that a safeword?”

“No, Sir.”

A warm, wet finger slid slowly into her asshole, and Rowena moaned at the sensation of fullness. He moved it in and out for a few minutes, and then withdrew it and slipped in two fingers. With his other hand he cupped her pussy, and soon she was writhing against the pillows, craving release once again.

She felt his weight shift, and then he slid his dick into her pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, keeping one hand underneath and two fingers from his other hand inside her asshole, fucking that as well. She screamed and begged him to go faster, but he didn’t right away. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he finally increased the speed.

“I’m going to fuck you all day.”

Rowena couldn’t even answer him. All she could do was give in and enjoy it. This was the most exquisite fucking they’d ever done. The lube was tingly inside her ass, but not unpleasant at all. Van’s cock felt huge, and each pass sent contractions to her clit and nipples. She couldn’t move anything except her head, but there was no fear this time. There was only extreme pleasure like she’d never felt, and an overwhelming desire to give over to it and let him take her, again and again.