Take It Upstairs
He walks ahead of her, his head hanging, as they climb the stairs together. Though he leads, he is not in control. With his wrists bound by one of his wife’s scarves, this woman holds the other end of the invisible leash that tethers him to her.
The bedroom at the end of the hall is fully illuminated. The east-facing windows provide enough natural light at this time of day to find their way. Though, in truth, Veronica would be able to navigate this place with a blindfold. It wouldn’t be the first time…
It is far from the first time Scott has invited her into this room. It is far from the last time Veronica will take pleasure in making a mess of his marital bed.
The large, plush bed is made up with warm earthy tones that match the plainness of the rest of the room. It is a nice, almost sterile space that does nothing to give away the debaucherous secrets that these neutral walls have borne witness to over the years.
Scott stops at the foot of his bed and turns to Veronica. Knowing better now than to speak unaddressed, he awaits instruction in silence.
“Why don’t you stand right there for me, and…” She takes a step back to appraise him. “Wait.” She squats down in front of him to unbutton his jeans and pulls them halfway down his. He can’t run away, but his presumptuous cock springs out, trying to make a break for it, practically slapping her in the face.
“Oh my…” Veronica pauses close enough for him to feel the heat of her mouth when she speaks. His cock bobs in the direction of her plump, dark lips, reaching desperately for her. “Why, Scott… You’re already so hard.”
He whimpers when she touches him. She holds him gently in her hand like she’s judging the weight of fresh produce at the grocery store.
“You are such a greedy little slut, aren’t you.”
It isn’t a question.
Scott’s arms flex helplessly as he sighs into her and looks down at the fingers around his hungry cock. She hovers her mouth painfully close to the tip only to stop and flash a wicked smile back up at him.
“I really would have loved to suck you dry today but…”
He whimpers again when she releases him from her soft grip. Scott stands in place, watching her walk away from him as she heads across the room to the ensuite bathroom.
“Now—” she calls out from behind the bathroom door, “I have to spend our whole time together today disciplining you instead.”
When Veronica re-emerges from the bathroom, she is wrapped in Scott’s wife’s red satin robe. Scott’s cock twitches aggressively at the sight of her. He watches as she stalks her way into the walk-in closet only to reappear donning a pair of his wife’s black stilettos — a surprisingly close fit.
The robe hangs open and loose. Veronica’s perky nipples are little tents under the shiny red material, and the undulation of her cheeky curves when she saunters back towards to him is mesmerizing.
“But you knew that would be the case, didn’t you?” she says, raising an eyebrow at him. “After all this time, you’re still such a glutton for my punishment.”
Scott looks down to the floor to hide another smile.
One pace in front of him, she stops. Scott looks back up to find her staring him dead in the eyes as she slips one hand down the front of her panties. In the stilettos, she’s almost the same height as him; she raises her chin to look down on him.
“You should feel how wet I am right now.” She swirls her fingers around the pool at her opening. Like a starved, injured beast watching his last chance at a meal walk away, Scott’s eyes follow her knuckles wriggling around behind the black diamond of fabric. Veronica withdraws her hand to reveal the thick coat of her varnish gleaming at the tips of her fingers. She sucks them clean one at a time and reaches out to trace Scott’s lips. Scott catches a whiff of her sharp excitement and shudders, daring to steal a taste with a soft flick of his tongue. But Veronica pulls away and clucks at him.
“Tsk-tsk. Are you hungry, pet?” She slips right out of her panties, revealing her whole self to him. “Do you want a treat?”
He nods too quickly to disguise his urgent desire. “Oh fuck, yes, please.”
With the skimpy black material in hand, she moves in close enough to graze his chest with her red satin nipples on his chest. She teases him with the soft, silky caress of her panties down the side of his face. His arms strain, unable to reach around and pull her into him.
“Open your mouth, Scott.”
He looks hopeful when he does. Until Veronica smears the wetness from the crotch of her panties into his cheek and shoves the damp, black mass into his mouth. He only gags a little when she pokes the last bit inside.
“There,” she pinches his cheek like an overbearing aunt, “why don’t we start with that.”
Scott bows his head, looking up past his dark eyelashes at Veronica like the chickens ate his bread.
“Don’t look at me like that, slut. You know the rules. You made your choices.” She spins on her heel and makes her way over to the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. “I really wanted to be fucked properly today and choke on that lovely cock of yours.”
The plump curve of Veronica’s ass peeks out from under the edge of his wife’s red robe. She hears his breath hitch from across the room when she bends at the waist, wiggling for him as she rummages through the drawer. The drawer where she knows Scott and his wife keep their toys.
From this trove of goodies, she chooses a smooth, black vibrating dildo, a white wand-like device, and a purple bejeweled butt plug, just in case. As well as a pump bottle of lube, which she props up on top of the nightstand. Satisfied with her selection, she turns back to check on Scott. He is ever the stoic, albeit pouty sentinel standing guard over his own bed.
“You know I have to do this,” she says. “You have to learn that you have no authority here. That your pleasure is mine and I’ll do whatever I see fit with it, which includes nothing.”
A few long strides and Veronica is back in front of him. As close as she can be without touching him. The strain in his face pulls the muscles in his neck taut.
“You know this,” she draws a thick trail of saliva when she fishes the panties from his mouth with two fingers, “yet you insist on challenging me.” With the obstruction removed, he slurps back on the spittle and gulps the cool air down his throat. “You—wait, what do you say?”
“Thank you,” Scott gasps.
“Better. Where was I? Right. You,” she wields the dildo like an obsidian dagger and points at his face, “are a greedy little slut.”
“I am your greedy little slut,” says Scott in a moment of bratty defiance.
“And a petulant one, at that!” A laugh gets away on her and she shoves the sopping panties back into his mouth. Her eyes stay trained on her poor Scott as she crawls up onto the mattress.
“So, you will stay right where you are. In perfect silence. You will watch me pleasure myself. Never forget — I don’t need you for my pleasure. But you need me to reclaim yours.”
His body weight shifts from one foot to the other, his cock bounces with need, but his gaze does not waver.
“Furthermore, you will not touch yourself,” she says laying back into the pillow. “Well, of course, you won’t. Because your hands are tied. And you will not come either. Understood? Nod to answer.”
“You deserve every bit of this, don’t you?”
“And look at how hard you are… You love every bit of this too, don’t you?”
“Well, at least we can agree on that.”
She flicks on the black vibrator and begins to trace the spaces where her legs join the rest of her body.
“Mm, can you imagine what the neighbors would think if they knew that this is what you do when did your pretty wife’s not at home?”