Chapter 2
The girl screamed a blood-curdling scream. "0-h-h-h," she moaned. "Why did you do that?"
Her plea was met with another slap, this one harder than the first. He knew he wasn't hitting her all that hard. After all, he had already told himself he wasn't going to hurt her badly. He only wanted to have a little fun with her, and this seemed the best way to do it.
He stepped away from the girl. She watched as he walked back to the dresser and reached for the bag that he had carried home from work that night. It was the same bag that he had taken the leather thongs from.
Now Bev wondered what other surprises could come out of that bag. Her jaw dropped as she saw him pull out a longer piece of leather than the ones that were around her wrists. She didn't know what he was going to do with it, and she was afraid to ask.
He walked back to the bed, and he threw the leather rope across her breasts. She could feel the smooth leather rubbing against her stiff nipples, and she had to admit to herself that the leather had this totally pleasurable feeling. But then, he was throwing one end of it on the floor on one side of the bed, and still holding the other end in his hand. He got down on his knees and reached under the bed. She couldn't see what he was doing then, but it hit her in a minute.
Adam was reaching for the end of the rope he had thrown across the bed, and he was pulling it from under the bed, over to his side. Soon, he had both ends in his hands again, and he was pulling it tighter and tighter. She could feel the leather cutting into her breasts, but then, when it reached a certain point, he stopped pulling it and just tied it in a knot.
She couldn't believe that he had just done that. She was totally helpless before, and it was only then, after the rope was secured around her breasts, under the bed, and tied, that she realized something.
He was obviously trying to bring her some kind of pain now. His attitude had changed. At first, when he had tied her down, the pain in her wrists and ankles had been enough. But in a few minutes, it had eased up. She had thought, then, that he just wanted her tied and secure. But now that he had added this other rope, the tit-wrenching, nipple-cutting rope, she knew that it wasn't only to secure her.
"Okay," she said to him, trying to remain calm once more, "I'm going to try and be reasonable with you. What's going on? You can tell me briefly if you wish, but tell me. Your silence is worse than anything else."
"Good," he said, and he could see her breathe a sigh of relief. In some ways, he knew, it felt good for him to be hearing his own voice again. And now, he knew that he would have to prepare the whole story he had been repeating over and over in his mind. He spoke: "You are a cheating bitch. You've been fucking someone else."
"Fucking? Cheating? I haven't/' she babbled.
"You're lying. I can see it in your eyes that you're lying. You've been fucking Ernie."
"Ernie?!"
"Don't try to act innocent with me, you bitch. I know all about it, and there's no way that you can convince me otherwise."
She knew Ernie, of course, but his accusation stunned her. Ernie was the guy who had just moved in next door to them. He was the Englishman in the next apartment. He had wavy brown hair and a sexy thick moustache. Even though she had told Adam about him, having met him the day he had moved in three weeks ago, and even though she had felt some kind of attraction toward him, she hadn't pursued it. She knew that she hadn't. She might have liked him, as she liked all Englishmen because their accent thrilled her, but she hadn't gone to bed with him. In fact, she had only talked to him one other time since he had moved in, and that was only when he had come over to ask her a few questions about the building.
Yet, she hadn't fucked the man. She knew that she would never do a thing like that. She loved Adam too much, and she always wanted to remain faithful to him.
"Adam," she said, trying to remain as calm as she possibly could, "I don't know what makes you think that Ernie and I have something going, but we don't."
"Ernie!" he said. "So now you call him Ernie. I recall when it was that Mr. Snyder next door. So now you're on a first name basis."
"Oh what's the use," she said with a sigh.
Bev watched her husband turn around and walk back towards the dresser. What else could he possibly have in that brown paper bag, she wondered.
He rummaged through the bag, and when he was sure that she couldn't see his face, he smiled. He had been having trouble holding back the smile before, but now that she couldn't see him anyway, he didn't care.
He smiled because he knew that the whole thing was a lie, but he was having fun watching her try to talk her way out of it. He liked the way she had trembled when he had first accused her. He liked the tiny shudder that he had seen run through her entire body. That was one reason he enjoyed her in her nakedness. She couldn't hide anything from him that way.
He reached into the bag and pulled out what he had been searching for. He turned around and he watched the horrified look come back to her eyes as she saw the evil looking thing that he was grasping in his right hand.
It was a whip. It looked like a multi-lashed cat-o'-nine-tails.
"Adam! What are you going to do with that?"
She felt herself in the grip of fear. Before she could speak again, she felt the wrath of the whip landing on her belly. She could feel the smooth leather, all nine lashes, brushing her tender white skin. She could feel her skin crawl the very minute the whip landed on her. She could hear the fierce crack of it as the leather made contact with her body.
He whipped her again. This time, it was just a little harder than it had been the first time. Still, it wasn't all that painful. Each time he let the whip hit her stomach he put a little more into it. After the tenth lashing, he saw there was a red line on her belly. He knew that if he put anymore backbone into the whipping, he would tear through her skin. That was something he had no intention of doing.
So he stopped whipping her, and he looked down at her once again. It looked, to him, like she was trying to hold back her tears. He hadn't realized that he was bringing her this far. He wanted to love her, and he had only decided to try something like this because he wanted to add to their marriage.
He lay the whip on the floor, and kneeled down on the bed beside her. He ran his hand over her breast flesh, cupping a tit in his hand, feeling the leather that was still pressing against her nipples. He moved it above the nipple so it was only pressing into her breast now, and he moved his mouth down to her rock-hard, trembling nipple.
He stuck out his tongue and he licked the very tip of it. He could feel it trembling just the slightest bit under his touch. In some ways, that pained him, but in more ways, it brought him a great deal of satisfaction. He started to run his tongue all over her breast, but still paid attention to her nipple.
He clamped his lips around it and started to flick his tongue in and out of his mouth, taunting her poor nipple. At the same time, he was sending waves of pleasure through her body, and he was aware of that.
He started to move his hand down to her smooth-skinned leg. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, and soon, was moving it to her luscious pussy. He ran it over her thick red bush, and was soon trying to uncurl the curls. His goal was her tender pussy lips, and soon his hand was there again and he was massaging the lips till they spread open by themselves.
He slid his fingers up her cunt and he started to play with her clit again. He could feel how wet she was, and he decided to play a little game with her. Another game, he thought to himself. He held her clit firmly between his fingers, and then he nipped her nipple with his teeth. He could actually feel her clit trembling between his fingers. He only did that once, though, just to see if the two erotic zones were connected in any way. When he was sure they were, he went back to massaging her clit.
She started to thrust her ass off the bed faster and faster as she felt her passion waves rising. This time, she said to herself, she was going to come, even if she had to bring herself a little pain. She moved fast, sending his fingers deeper and deeper into her eager pussy.
She didn't really have to do that this time, though, for he had punished her enough as far as he was concerned. He had her tied to that bed for over an hour now, and not only was she horny as shit, but he was too. However, he knew that he would have to work her toward this climax first, otherwise she would be so pissed off at him that she might leave him.
It didn't take long for her cunt muscles to start spasming again. He started working his fingers inside of her faster and faster, and soon he could feel a steady stream of her juices flowing out of her love tunnel and onto his fingers. He licked his way down her body and started to lap up the excretions of her pussy. There was nothing that he liked more than the taste of her sweat mixed with her delightful juices. He was getting his share of that taste now.
When he was finished, he stood up and looked at her. She had her eyes closed, and he knew that she was still feeling pleasure. He took it as the perfect opportunity however, to start undressing himself.
He opened the buttons of his shirt quickly and threw it over on the dresser beside the paper bag full of goodies. Then he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his fly, and pulling his pants down. He stepped out of his shoes so he could pull his pants over his feet. He threw his pants next to his shirt, not caring about whether they would get wrinkled or not. Bev could always press them later that night, he knew. His undershorts came off last, and he could feel his hard cock springing out to freedom. He ran his hand along the length of his shaft, and he could feel a mild wave of pleasure running through him.
Bev opened her eyes, shocked to see her husband naked. His hard cock pointed right at her.
"W-what are you going to d-do?"
"Fuck you," he said. "There's no reason why I shouldn't get to enjoy my wife, too. After all, I was the one who married you. Ernie is only the man who moved next door. I bet he never thought that he would have it so good when he moved into this building."
"He doesn't."
She was hit by another slap.
"Don't lie to me," he said. "I'd rather we forgot about the whole thing instead of you having to lie about it all. I'm not going to hold it against you. I just want you to know that I'm disappointed in you, and that I expected more from you. If you have to lie to me, I'd rather you didn't say anything."
It was working just the way he had planned. He had mentioned Ernie's name again just to watch the fear rise inside her.
He climbed onto the bed, and moved his body near her head. He straddled her tits, brushing his smooth buttocks over them. He moved his cock closer to her mouth, and he watched her open to take him in.
He knew she was being so obedient because she didn't want him to hit her again. Besides, she liked sucking cock.
A wave of pleasure ran through him as she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock. She tried to force her tongue into the tiny piss hole, but he was pushing himself deeper and deeper into her mouth and she gave up trying. She used her tongue to run along the length of his shaft as he began to move in and out of her mouth. She used her cheeks to suck in, adding extra sensations to his cock.
"That's real nice, baby, real nice," he said to her, just to make her feel better about it and make the sucking better for him.
As she sucked him, he moved his hand back to her pussy, and he began to massage her all over again. He could feel how receptive her cunt was to his fingers. Her pussy lips were starting to grip him again, and he started to slide them in and out of her cunt faster and faster.
He could feel her pushing her ass off the bed once more. That was one thing that he had always liked about her. She had passions like a tiger. When he started to get worked up she would become almost like a wild animal. She would start to move her body, contorting it, throwing it in any direction, just as long as she was keeping her passions working. Now, her ass was moving even faster than before. He let his thumb start wandering along the crack of her ass, and soon, he was prodding it near her asshole.
He could hear her moan as he slid it in, just a little, and her ass muscles stretched to take him. Then, she started to come. He could feel the wetness building in her pussy more and more by the second.
It seemed to have an effect on her whole body. As she came, she started to suck him so hard, as if her life depended on how hard she could suck him.
Alan didn't want to come in her mouth. He had other plans. The sucking was an incredible feeling, and he was getting there. When she started to do that, started to suck him really hard, he felt the pulsations in his dick increasing.
Making a supreme effort, he yanked out.
His wife looked at him in wonderment, but that soon disappeared. She watched him start to move near the foot of the bed, and then he was untying her ankles. She could feel the grip of the leather loosening around her feet.
Before long one foot was free, and then the other one was released from the bondage of the leather thongs. Bev could feel him starting to caress the ankle where the leather had cut into her flesh. She could feel the blood starting to rush back into her feet. He did that with both of them, and then he was starting to lift her ass off of the bed.
He positioned himself between her legs, and he aimed his cock right at her pussy. He cupped her ass cheeks, one in each hand, just to hold her up a little higher. When he had gotten her cunt right next to his cock, he took one hand and used it to help slide his cock into her.
Once he was in, he started to thrust hard. He could feel her pussy walls spreading as he slid all the way into her. She was so wet inside that it was an easy entrance to make.
He moved his hand back to her buttock, and he started to ply the flesh through his fingers. He went on thrusting into her, and when he looked at her, he could see that her eyes were closed again, and her head was thrown back on the pillow.
The look on her face, the open lips, the tongue that was tracing its way across her lips, the smile, it all told him that she was enjoying this fuck as much as he was. She loved it. She always loved a fuck, and this one was no different than any other to her.
As soon as he had shoved his cock into her cunt, Bev knew that things were okay again. The fear was gone. How angry could her husband be with her if he was making love to her like that? He might believe she had been untrue to him, but he wasn't mad enough to keep away from her body.
He was shoving his cock in and out of her juicy cunt, and she was rising towards an orgasm. She got hotter and hotter as her husband banged away in her cunt.
"0-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!!!" she moaned, as her passion grew. She could feel herself getting closer and closer. She was going to come.