Chapter 11
Bev stayed with Ernie all afternoon, and when she was finally dressed and ready to leave, she realized it was late enough for Adam to be home. She hurried over to their apartment and burst through the door without knocking. She saw Adam sitting on the couch, watching television and smoking a joint. He seemed startled at her entrance but didn't bother to get up.
"Bev," he said, "sit down and have a smoke. Where were you? You're a little late. I expected you home."
She hadn't even stopped to listen to him talking, even though she heard every word he said to her. Instead, she stormed her way into the bedroom, opened the drawer where she knew he hid his most cherished possession, that brown paper bag of tricks, then pulled out the black whip he had used on her.
She was back in the living room before he even finished talking, and she cracked the whip against the floor.
"Hey," he said, "what the hell are you doing with that thing?"
"Want to whip me, Adam? Want to tie me up?"
He looked almost as scared as he did confused, and she could understand why. She was acting on impulse, completely and totally, and she knew that some of her actions were probably incredibly irrational.
"Bev, put that thing down and come over here. Give me a nice warm kiss. I haven't seen you in the longest time. A whole day is a long time when you dig someone."
"Stand up," she said, and when he didn't, she cracked the whip right on the arm of the couch, missing his elbow by an inch. "I said stand up and start undressing. Now!"
"I don't understand what you're doing," he said.
"I don't want you to. Now you heard what I said. Strip!"
She cracked the whip near him once more and he hopped to his feet. When she saw how scared he seemed of being whipped she knew she was holding a magic wand in her hand. That magic wand was the whip, and it gave her the only power she needed at the moment. The power over him. Ernie had explained that he went both ways with Candy, and she liked the idea.
Adam unbuttoned his shirt slowly, then started to slink his way out of it. She smiled when she realized that he was doing a striptease for her. She decided to enjoy it till he was naked, then put him back in his place.
"Like it?" he asked, pinching his nipple and then working his hands down to his belt. He opened it and then started to slink his way out of the pants, still leaving his sexy shorts on.
They were tight bikini pants and Bev had always been turned on by them. The only thing that bothered her was the thought of losing all control and making an attack for his cock. Those shorts sometimes had that effect on her.
He turned his back to her and slid the shorts down, so she could see his buttocks, then turned to face her and pulled them down all the way so that his hard cock slapped against his belly and then stood out, facing her.
He continued to move in a slinky, seductive way, running his hand over the length of his cock and pulling at his .swinging balls.
"It's pointing right at you, baby," he said. "It wants you."
"Let me see that ass one more time," she said.
He turned around and started to rotate his ass to lead her on. She was ready to get down on her knees and crawl to him, but just before she did she lashed out the whip with a little less power than the first two times.
"What the fuck did you do that for?" he asked.
"The show's over, Adam. Stop your fucking dance. Now walk in front of me and head toward the bedroom this instant. Now!"
She had to threaten him with the whip once more before he started to move, but then he did. She walked behind him and jabbed him in the back with handle every so often, just to torture him.
"Hey," he said, trying to laugh it off, "I think that I should apologize for what I did to you last night. It was just a little game and I thought that the two of us could have some fun."
"Shut your fucking mouth and don't open it again till I tell you to," Bev said, and she had to admire herself for discipline she had in keeping command.
When they got to the room she told him to lie down on the bed. As he was doing so, Bev started looking around. She saw small rope nooses tied to the headboard of the bed, just as she expected. He had added something. It would now be easier to have them ready rather than to start tying them once she was placed on the bed. Adam figured he would be able to tie her faster that way. She knew the setup from Ernie's dungeon.
As she reached for one noose and slipped it around his wrist, he tried to grab her. She immediately moved her hand to his stiff cock and squeezed him as hard as she could, realizing that this tight grasp would save her.
"Shit, you're killing me," he moaned.
"Then let up, Adam, let up," she said, and when he did she tightened the first noose. It was easier to get the second one on because she had knocked a lot of energy out of him by squeezing his cock.
Once his hands were tied she stood at the foot of the bed and started to undress, watching the way his eager cock pulsed as she revealed more and more of her sumptuously fleshy body. She rubbed her naked nipple a few times till it was perked up and saw how he was licking his lips with anticipation.
"You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady," he said to her.
Bev picked up the whip and lashed him across the chest.
"Me? I was just going to say the same thing to you. Now I want to hear it from your lips, lover. You set me up last night, didn't you? You planned to make me your slave girl since before we were married."
She had pulled off her skirt and climbed on the bed, straddling her spread pussy over his upraised shaft. Adam thrust his hips up in order to try and penetrate her but she pushed her hand on his chest and shoved him flush against the bed.
"Don't you play that innocent game with me, shitface. Have you seen your friend from Middleburg College lately. My first boyfriend. You were pals, weren't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.
Then Bev thought of something. She knew you could get more flies with honey than with vinegar.
She reached for Adam's cock and started to stroke him firmly, just the way she knew he liked it. She moved her tongue to his cock and ran it along the underside, and when she did that, she thought he was going to pop.
Of course, Bev had no intention to let him come right away. She started to run her tongue up and down the underside of his shaft again and again and she saw the way his dick was twitching in preorgasmic ecstasy.
Then he started to throb hard and she could see a drop of come pushing its way out of his cock head. She licked his shaft a little more, then pulled away.
"Oh Bev, I want to come," he said, and she saw the pained agony on his face.
"Not till you talk, lover," Bev said.
When it looked like it could take some more licking, she did just that, concentrating only on the parts of Adam's cock that she knew were more sensitive and open to stimulation. The second time she pulled away was the breaking point. "All right, all right," he screamed. "Promise me that if I tell you everything you'll let me come. I want to come."
"You're in no position to make deals," she said. "Just talk."
"I... I heard about that little B&D affair you had with your first boyfriend in college. That's why I dated you. I thought you'd be a pushover. I always dreamed of tying you up, whipping you, and fucking you good."
"Thanks," she said, grinning sheepishly.
She started to lick his cock with full enthusiasm then, opening her mouth and taking his pulsing prick all the way down her throat. She didn't care about the fact that she might gag on it because this time she was in control. She started to squeeze Adam's balls and he was now thrusting his hips at a steady pace. She could tell that he was about to come, and just as he was, she pulled her mouth away and watched his cock twitching again. He looked frustrated, but she thought it was funny.
"So then, what you're basically telling me is that you used me," Bev said, looking him right in the eye. "You use me as a slave girl."
"Actually, I never thought you would get into a bondage scene with me, because you seemed like you were above all that. Now I really believe you like it."
"I don't love it," Bev lied, "but it's okay."
"Baby, I've got to come," he said. "I've got to come."
"Just hold your balls," she said, "and shut up. I want to get some things straight first between the two of us. Business before pleasure, you shithead. First of all, I want more money for myself and the house, you hear?"
"Honey, everything I have is yours, you know that. That includes my cock. It's yours, understand? I dig you, got it straight? Now, my long hard cock wants you to show it how much you dig it. Look at it, waiting there, ready to shoot with just a little more stroking." Adam certainly knew what he was doing, for as he spoke she was staring at his cock. She had always loved his cock, rating it among the finest she had seen. She was also loving the power that she had, but she had a decision to make.
She was torn between the taste of power and the taste of cock!
Bev moved her mouth down to his dick in a matter of seconds, the latter choice having been an instant winner. She started to slurp at his balls first, feeling that they needed their ample sucking, too. She rubbed his cock against her face, and only kept his nuts in her mouth for a few seconds.
She could feel the pulsations in his cock beginning to rise steadily and she wanted to make sure her mouth was a home for his dick before it started to shoot out its cream. She slid her mouth all the way down to his cock hairs, and then, as she started to pull back, she felt him shooting off.
His whole body was spasming and breaking into a sweat. He was moaning so loud as she started to suck the come from his cock, and she slid her fingers up to his nipples and began to pinch them as the last load of come was sucked.
Bev continued her sucking long after he came, in an attempt to see just how hard she could keep him. Five minutes after he had come, his cock was still pretty stiff in her mouth. Sure that it would stay that way, she let it slip from her lips and kissed her way up his body.
She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard. Adam began to press his tongue into her mouth and they swapped spit.
"Are you going to untie me?" he asked, when the kiss was over.
"I don't know. I might just keep you like that."
"The idea of my getting you into bondage was so I could tie you," he said. "This is not what I wanted."
"Did Frankenstein know what he was going to make when he made his monster? Oh, Adam, I don't mind being tied. In fact, you can tie me up anytime you want. Of course, I do think that it's only fair that you let me tie you up sometimes too."
"No," he said.
"Why not?"
"I don't like it. I don't like it at all. It's too scary."
"Tough shit," she said, moving her hand down and stroking his cock. "That's the kind of deal we make. Anyway, you seem to have gotten into it tonight."
"Yeah," he said to her, smiling. "You know, I was into it so much that I hardly even remembered I was tied. Except when I wanted you to suck me off and make me come. Really you don't know how frustrating that is."
"I do. I do," she said, kissing him again. "Hey, I know what I'm going to do. I'm going to go into the living room, get a joint, and get high."
"What about me?" he yelled, for as soon as she said it she hopped off the bed and ran into the living room.
Bev got a joint, started to smoke it, and sat on the couch to think. She started to laugh when she thought about all the things that had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours, and that was one reason she had run to the living room. She didn't want Adam to know that the whole thing was something of a joke to her, in the long run. At times, when things had been happening (like Ernie's hardest whiplashes) she had been in pain, but for the most part, she had been getting great climaxes.
She also thought of Ernie. It seemed that they had both been having hidden desires for each other, ever since he had moved into his apartment. They had not spoken about their desires before sleeping together today, and Bev realized that had Adam never laid all the whipping shit on her to begin with, nothing would ever have happened between them.
She counted up the good and she counted up the bad, and decided that there was definitely more good than bad.
After all, what was better than a satisfying climax? Bev couldn't think of anything... except maybe bondage.
"Hey, what the fuck's going on? What are you doing in there?"
She started to laugh out loud when Adam called to her. He was desperate for her to come into the bedroom so she stood up and started to walk there. He was still bound with his arms stretched by the tight ropes. His cock was pointing straight up in the air, too. Before he saw her enter, Bev caught him making a vain attempt to fuck the air. He would do anything to bring himself off.
"Here's some smoke," she said, holding the joint near his lips. "I just want you to know that I'm not so mad at you for all the shit that happened."
"Good," he said. "For a minute I thought you were never going to come back. Could you imagine them finding me here, all skin and bones, a skeleton?"
"Yes," she said, holding his cock head, "with this particular bone still ready for action like a good soldier."
Bev was getting higher and higher, and as she did, she felt the need to be whipped more than to whip. By the time the joint was finished she was reaching over and untying his wrists. He wrapped his arms around her back, held her on top of him and started to kiss her hard on the lips.
As he did, he rolled over so that she was underneath him. Bev was beginning to get horny from the heat of his body and she spread her legs, indicating that she wanted him inside of her. Her cunt was certainly wet enough to take him, and once he started to work her clit she was sure she would get wetter.
However, he was stretching her arms up over her head, and she was so lost in the feeling of his body that she didn't even feel him tying her up. She only felt it as he started to slide his open palms down her arms, toward her neck. She tried to move her arms with his, but couldn't.
"Got you," he said to her, smiling. "Now, my dear, you're mine."
She looked up at her right, then her left hand, and saw the rope nooses pulled tightly and cutting into her skin. "Oh come on, Adam, aren't we ever going to do it the normal way anymore?"
"Who's to say what's normal and what isn't?" he told her. "One man's normality is another man's sickness."
"Oh fuck you," she said, laughing. "On second thought, fuck me. I want to feel your hot cock inside of me."
"Ha! It's not going to work," he said to her, smiling.
He knew what she had been trying to do. Basically, it was the same thing he had been trying to do when she had him tied. He had been talking to her about his cock till it got to her and she had to have him.
"I think it's going to work," she said. "Shit, my cunt is aching to be filled. I just want to feel the head of your cock inside me, rubbing against my clit. I'm so warm and wet and I'm sure you'd feel good."
"Stop it, Bev," he said to her.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her belly and she knew she was going to do it. She was going to make him either enter her or come on top of her, and she knew he was going to prefer to enter her.
"Stop what?" she asked. "I want you to start. I want you to start by rubbing that warm cock of yours against my cunt lips and making me ache with desire. Then, because you have the thing that I need to fill me, I want you to slip it into my cunt and thrust in, and thrust out, and in and out."
"You damned broad!" he gasped.
Adam had to say it. He knew that she had won out. He had such an urge to fuck her then that he didn't even bother to rub his cock head over her pussy lips. He just slid himself right into her. Since her legs weren't tied, and she was happy for it,, she wrapped them around his taut, sweaty ass and helped him develop a steady thrusting rate.
She could feel herself coming the minute the full length of his cock slid over her clit, and then her cunt was wet and spasming like crazy. Adam moved his lips to hers and started to kiss her hard.
He darted his tongue in and out of her mouth the same way his cock was ramming her cunt.
After a few seconds, that seemed like passion-ridden hours, he could feel his cock starting to pulsate harder than ever. He didn't even make an attempt to try and hold back from coming because he knew that it would never be as good as the orgasm he'd have if he shot right away. His pumping come made her crazy with passion, and she thrust her ass up off the bed.
"0-h-h-h-h," he groaned, as he felt himself about to come.
"0-h-h-h-h," she moaned in return, as she felt her passions rise to a fever pitch. "Oh. Oh. Oh. I'm going to come. I'm going to come. I'm going to co-o-o-o-o-o-me!!!"
They were both coming frantically, humping and bumping and bucking and stabbing the air with their sweaty bodies.
"M-m-m-m-m," Adam heard himself moan as he enjoyed the most fiery come of his life.
He heard his wife coming, and the sounds she made thrilled him even more.
"E-e-e-e-e-e-e-e!!!" Bev screamed, as she came and came and came. "0-h-h-h-h. I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh! Oh! Oh! I'm c-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-mmmmmm-i-i-i-ing!!!!!!!!!!!"
Then they collapsed together, and they lay there in a steamy heap. Bev was gasping for breath, and then she was panting and breathing hoarsely. She lay there in happiness, certain now that she had cemented her relationship with her husband. She knew they would make it like this many many more times. And then there was still Ernie.