Forbidden - A Story of Love, BDSM and Infidelity (6 page)

“
Good,” I said. “You will
please me, won’t you? Will do as I say?”

She nodded again, her breath coming
faster.

I untied her, took off the ropes from her
wrists and ankles. I left the blindfold over her eyes—I didn’t want
her to look at the guy watching her.

“
On the floor,” I said,
helping her off the bed. “Sit on your heels.”

I gathered her hands behind her back,
securing her wrists loosely with the rope.

I turned around to the guy.

His gaze was drawn to naked, bound and
blindfolded, luscious Jules.

I saw his eyes widen, and for a moment, I
feared he knew Jules after all.

“
Beautiful,” he said. “You
lucky bastard.”

His gaze run over Jules again, and I could
hear his breath quicken. Jules turned him on—of course she did. He
hadn’t recognized. He was hard for her.

It was as if something hit me in the gut. I
bit down on my teeth, but relaxed my hands. I’d balled them to
fists.

Fuck.

I worked my hand through my hair, trying to
get a grip on myself. Who would have thought that I hated how he
looked at her?

There wasn’t a possessive bone in my body.
Never had been. I’d shared women in the past without breaking into
a jealous sweat.

Fuck.

“
Take that chair,” I said
and pointed. “You can watch my little whore from there.”

My point was clear.

Don’t fucking touch Jules.

He nodded, took the chair, sat down.

The guy was used to being a voyeur, being
invited into a scene, he knew that he was only there to watch
her.

I shouldn’t worry about him touching her,
but I did. Didn’t like how his hooded gaze took in the nakedness of
her, how his gaze lingered on the base of her throat. On her full
boobs. The asshole was probably thinking about fucking her mouth
while her boobs were moving to his thrusts.

Fuck.

I needed to stop with the jealousness
bullshit.

But she
was
absolutely gorgeous in
her helplessness.

And she was all mine.

I took in the sight of her myself. Her heavy
boobs, the disheveled hair, the blindfold masking her eyes so my
gaze was drawn to her full lips. Her chest rose and fell fast, her
teeth biting into her bottom lip as if knowing how fucking sexy
that was.

I knew she was as aroused just as I was—I
could read her, could feel her excitement mixed with a good dose of
nerves and possibly fear.

She was shaking visibly, strung so high as
if she’d explode into pieces if I touched her.

But she sat on her knees like a good girl,
not saying a word.

I’d make her lose her train of thought, so
she could enjoy the pleasure I was going to give her.

I picked up the riding crop, slapped it
against my leg.

She tensed as I closed my hand around her
breast and twisted her nipple.

I unzipped my pants.

She licked her lips, anticipating, knowing
what I would make her do.

It was fucking bliss to get my hard-on out
of my pants. I fisted my hand into her hair, pulled her
forward.

“
He’ll watch you,” I said.
“How you suck my cock.”

I was aware of the guy behind us, how he
watched as she opened her mouth for me.

I pushed my cock between her lips. Her moan
vibrated against the base of my cock and my balls grew tighter.

“
Now be a good girl and
take me deeper,” I said, and she did. I pushed my cock in even
farther. I fucked her mouth, my thrusts growing faster and brutal,
my own groans ringing in my ears.

She made a noise of protest when I pulled
out of her mouth and stepped away from her. Her breath was leaving
her lungs in hard gasps.

I gave her a push against her shoulder, not
too hard. “Back on the bed. Our guest wants to see how you get
spanked.”

I helped her up, cursing myself for not
having given her a pillow for her knees. The skin on her legs where
she’d knelt was too red.

I arranged her face down, ass up, just as I
liked it myself.

I brought my hand down on her ass, loving
the sound it made when it connected with her skin.

I reached between her legs.

Fuck.

If I’d any doubts of her getting a kick out
of being watched, I had my answer now. She was slickly wet, my
finger sliding easily over her folds.

“
You like this, don’t you,”
I said, my words just meant for her.

She nodded and rocked against my hand, her
bound hands resting on the small of her back a beautiful sight.

“
Such a good girl,” I said
quietly. “Maybe I should let him fuck you.”

She stopped rocking against my hand, her
hands clenching to fists but she didn’t protest, didn’t tell me to
fuck off.

“
No,” I said and she
imperceptibly shook her head. “But maybe it pleases me, to watch
how another man fucks you. Fucks my pretty little pet. You’d like
that, whore that you are.”

A hard shiver went through her and she
started rocking against my hand again.

I had the suspicion she would not fight it,
would not fight being fucked by a stranger she hadn’t even laid
eyes on.

Because I demanded it.

I heard the guy clear his throat.

Yeah, he would fuck her in a heartbeat.

I ignored him.

No one would fuck Jules besides me tonight.
No one besides me would feel the heat of her pussy, the snug fit,
how she trembled when she came.

I had to have her, had to be inside her. My
balls ached so fucking much. I needed to fuck her hard and hear her
sob with need.

“
Hell,” the guy behind us
said. “Fuck her good, she deserves a hard ride.”

He laughed quietly, a rough sound that told
me just how horny the guy was for Jules.

Fuck him.

Moving onto the bed, I knelt behind her. I
held her down with one hand and pushed her legs further apart with
my knee. I buried my face against her pussy, breathed in the sweet
smell. My tongue slipped into her hot center.

“
Please,” she said,
whispered it, but I heard her. “Please.”

I straightened up and wrapped my hand around
my cock. My breath came hard as my cock slipped between her legs,
rubbing over her clit.

I guided the thick head into her and grabbed
hold of her bound hands. I pulled her closer to my groin and thrust
deeper into her pussy.

I paused or I’d come right there, with her
tight, slick heat wrapped around me like a vice.

I began to fuck her in raw and hard strokes.
I reached forward and wrapped my arms around her, covering her
breasts in my hands.

“
You’re allowed to come for
me,” I said against her back.

I rolled her nipples in my fingers while I
pumped my cock into her. And with each stroke I twisted her breasts
a little harder. Her pussy clenched around me while I pounded into
her.

My hand closed around her neck, grasping the
necklace, reminding her that I had put it around her neck.

That she was mine.

I could feel her pussy convulsing around my
cock, heard her long, low moan as she came, her orgasm hard and
long and milking my cock.

I couldn’t control myself anymore, another
thrust and I came in hot bursts that made me almost lose
consciousness it felt so fucking good to finally give in.

For a few heartbeats, I rested my forehead
against her back. Then I pulled out of her and removed the rope
around her wrists.

She stretched out on my bed.

“
I’ll see you downstairs,”
the guy said. “Can’t stay long though. The wife is waiting at
home.” He laughed and I could just imagine that when he came home
he would be ready for some action.

He got off the chair and left the room. When
the door snapped shut, leaving me alone with Jules, I spanked her
lightly.

I got off the bed, and after a second, I
covered her with the sheets, removed the blindfold.

“
Stay for a bit,” I said,
“if you like. You know where the bathroom is. I’ll be
downstairs.”

She looked up at me from the bed, her eyes
large. “Tell me he doesn’t know who I am.”

“
He doesn’t.”

She closed her eyes, nodded.

“
I can’t stay,” she said.
“I need to leave, you know why.”

Her husband.

I had probably kept her longer than she’d
planned to stay. And I had no right, none, to ask her again to stay
longer with me.

“
Of course,” I said and
avoided looking at her, fearing she might read my thoughts. “Wait a
few minutes, and then you leave through the kitchen, though the
back.”

She nodded.

I reached out and brushed my thumb over her
bottom lip.

“
Will you be back,” I
asked, hearing a tenderness in my voice that was strange and
unfamiliar.

She hesitated, then another nod.

“
Don’t let me wait too
long.”

Andi Madden

Romantic Erotica and Erotic Romance