The Whip
Jason
Jason could tell he’d stunned Amanda. Her mouth literally fell open and her beautiful mossy green eyes grew wide. She blinked hard once, then again, as though she couldn’t quite believe the whip was real.
“Where- where did you get that?” she stammered.
“I ordered it. Online.”
“And you want to… use it on me?”
He nearly laughed. Her face was the picture of innocence. She was so priceless, so beautiful, so utterly lush and womanly it nearly drove him mad. He’d given her up to another, their child, for six long months. He was happy to do so. Watching her bloom into motherhood had been the most precious experience of his life.
She swallowed audibly. “My mom- she’s going to call when she gets to my aunt’s house.”
“Put your phone on the bed. You can answer it when she calls. It won’t be for at least an hour and a half.”
“You think you’ll be done by then?”
Jason nearly choked. This was Amanda, the woman he loved and treasured. She didn’t protest about it being full daylight, the middle of the afternoon. She didn’t say that she didn’t want him to see what she considered to be flaws, displayed in the sunlight streaming into their bedroom. She didn’t say she didn’t trust him with a damn whip of all things when the wildest thing they’d ever done together was use a blindfold and a feather. No, her only protest was the phone call she had to take.
“Put the phone on the bed,” Jason repeated.
“I’m not going to answer it like that… you have to be promise you’ll be done in an hour.”
“I can promise you a break,” he finally said, after pretending to contemplate the idea.
Amanda put out a hand against the wall to steady herself. “Jesus, Jason. Do you even know how to use that? What if you flay me alive? What if I don’t like it?”
“If you don’t like it, we can do the other hundred things I’ve been dreaming about having the time to do.” She colored at that, a nice, pink blush riding high on her delicate pale skin. “As for whether or not I know how to use it, you’ve always trusted me not to hurt you before.”
“Yes, but…”
“No buts.” He laid the whip gently on the edge of the bed. “We won’t go into it cold. I’ll warm you up first.”
Sparks burst in the green depths of her eyes. Seeing that look, the same look she used to give him when they had all the time in the world to themselves, was the sexiest thing he’d ever known. Her arousal was gasoline to the sparks in his blood. All it took was one look to start a roaring inferno. It ripped through his blood, heating his limbs, driving him wild.
He didn’t know how he’d ever last. He almost considered ripping off their clothing and taking her first, once, just to sate the rampant lust he didn’t know if he could control.
Yes, that’s what I need to do. His cock pounded unmercifully. He’d been tortured since the night before, at the thought of having his wife to himself for an entire two weeks. It was selfish, he knew, but he damn well wanted to be.
The ache in his body was so fierce it nearly crippled him as he walked towards the door. Amanda hadn’t removed her hand from the wall.
He stood in front of her, raw, aching, wondering if she felt the same charged fire deep in her blood, the same raw hunger and unabashed need. Of course she felt something, but he was afraid of frightening her with the intensity of his lust.
“Jason?”
“Amanda,” he groaned.
His hands fell to her shirt. He literally ripped it open, the buttons raining down around them. Her shocked inhale only spurred him forward, increased the combustion eating him away inside, tenfold.
Her shirt gaped open and he pushed it from her shoulders. He couldn’t get her naked fast enough. He practically ripped away the sports bra, baring her beautiful pale breasts. Her pink nipples stood up. The cabin was warm, so he could see just how aroused she was. He bent his head, suckling one into his mouth frantically, the rosy hued skin puckering and tightening further under his tongue.
Amanda’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling his mouth closer, telling him wordlessly just how much she needed him. His hands pushed down her leggings and her black silk thong. He couldn’t stop himself. He was wild with need, completely animal and not an ounce human.
She stepped out of her leggings and he released her, taking a long look at her glorious body. She had lost almost all the weight of her pregnancy, but as he had said before, motherhood had left its tender mark on her body. Her hips were rounded sweetly, fuller than before, as were her breasts. Her stomach was as flat as ever. He’d caught her inspecting herself in the mirror a couple times, fretting about what she saw as an imperfection.
“Beautiful,” he whispered brokenly. “So fucking beautiful.”
He didn’t give her time to respond before he wrapped his hands around her waist and picked her up. She inhaled sharply, wrapping her legs around his fully clothed hips. He felt her heat and her wetness right through his damn shirt and jeans. The womanly scent of her arousal drove him mad.
Jason set her down firmly on the bed, still not bothering with his clothing. He spread her legs, heat rocketing through his veins. He tasted her thighs first, the delicate skin there a straight aphrodisiac. He nipped her, licked her gently, pulled away in satisfaction to stare at the red marks he’d made.
He wanted to claim her. To mark her. To make her his again.
Her breathing changed, turning into sharp little rasps that were completely uncontrolled. Her hands found his hair, longer than it had ever been since he hadn’t bothered cutting it. She tugged his face to her sweet sex in a clear, shameless gesture of where she truly wanted him.
He was only too happy to oblige. The first taste of her glorious nectar was ambrosia on his tongue. The sweet honey of her arousal coated his mouth and slid down his throat. She mewled sweetly, her hips bucking into his face, thrusting her swollen, tender flesh into his mouth. He was tempted to slip a finger inside her tight passage, but he didn’t. He didn’t want her to come yet.
He stayed away from her clit, lapping at her folds, swirling his tongue over her heated flesh, driving her wild. Always he evaded giving her the pleasure she craved so badly. He lusted for her animalistic moans, for the sounds torn from the recess of her chest, the depths of her heart and her throat. He wanted to claim all of her, every single inch of her beautiful body.
When he moved his face lower, spreading her legs further, parting her incredible ass, she tried to shut him out. Her legs slammed together like a vice.
“Jason, what are you doing?” Amanda hissed.
“Tasting you. Fucking you with my mouth.”
“You can’t taste me there.”
He nearly chuckled at the shocked indignity in her voice. “I can, and I will. I want you, Amanda. I want you to be mine in all ways.”
“That’s… not…” she trailed off, clearly at a loss.
“Open for me Amanda. Open your legs and let me taste you.” He purposely ran his index finger over her drenched, soaking folds, trailing up to flick her clit wickedly.
Her whole body jolted at the contact. “You’re sinful, Jason. Fucking sinful.”
“That, my dear, is how you should always want it.”
She didn’t protest further. She let him part her legs, opening her up to him firmly, but gently, granting him access to his prize.
Her sex was so wet, beads of moisture gathered lower. He tasted her there the instant his tongue flicked over her tight pucker. She’d let him take her, teach her and guide her before. She’d learned the joy of experimenting together. She trusted him now, which meant everything to him.
He pleasured her, his tongue flicking over her asshole before skipping away. He nipped her ass cheeks wickedly. She squirmed and bucked, her hips rising into his face, her moans filling the bedroom. His hands squeezed her hips before skimming around to her ass, lifting her off the bed. He dug his fingers into her tender flesh while he licked at her, devoured her.
She thrashed wildly against him, coating his face in her wetness. When he raised his face to look at her in the splendor of the afternoon sunlight, she was drenched in sweat. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, trailing along her face. A delicate sheen of moisture stood out on her chest. She looked like she was glowing with a light all her own.
“Jason,” she panted. “Please, stop that and take me. I can’t wait. You can do what you want later, but do this, now.”
His cock responded to words ripped from the depths of her being. The damn thing pulsed wildly, the ache more than a distraction. He felt like he was going to explode.
He rose up and ripped off his shirt, another set of buttons ruined in the process. Amanda never tore her eyes from his face. He fumbled with his jeans and his boxers, sliding them down his thighs. He didn’t even bother to remove them. He took his aching, pulsing cock in his hand, thrilled at the way Amanda’s eyes widened like she’d never seen him before.
He moved between her sweet thighs, positioned himself at her entrance.
“No,” she whispered at the last second. He already had the tip of his cock sheathed inside her tight heat.
He groaned. “What do you mean no?” He words were thick, evidence of how close he was to losing control.
“I want you in my mouth.”
“Fuck… Amanda…”
“Do it. Let me swallow you.”
Jesus Christ. It would be a damn miracle if he made it that far without exploding all over the place along the way.
He edged off the bed, ripped off his damn jeans and socks and waited. Amanda slid slowly off the bed, taunting him with her siren body. She was so utterly beautiful it took all his willpower not to explode before she slipped her hot mouth over his cock. She took him all, right to the back of her throat.
He could have died. A hoarse groan was ripped from his throat. This time it was his fingers threading through the flaxen hair of his goddess, guiding her face and that sweet, sweet mouth over and down his shaft. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue, suckled him sweetly, took him to the back of her throat before letting him guide her away to do it all over again.
It was the sweetest torture in the world. He wanted to drag it out and make it last, but he couldn’t. He exploded in her mouth, hot jets bursting over and over again. He spiraled out of control, dug his fingers into her scalp, guided her over him as she swallowed everything that he had to give.
When it was over, he was left panting, his breath so raspy it was astounding his lungs were even still working at all. He was still hard, fucking aching, but for the minute, his lust was sated.
At least it was until Amanda stood up and kissed him. His mouth parted under the hard onslaught of her lips and when her tongue swept in and he tasted the salt of himself on her, that lust was back. The wicked fire burned through him, harder than before.
Growling low in his throat, he tore away and grabbed the whip. Amanda’s eyes widened, but this time she didn’t ask any questions. This time it wasn’t surprise in her eyes, but wild lust, a lust that likely matched his own.
She bent over the edge of the bed, laying her upper body flat along the quilt, pointing her dainty, beautiful creamy ass in the air.
“Are you going to use that or just stand there gaping?” She taunted him. “You had better hurry. We probably only have an hour left before that phone call.”