“So, still happy you decided to walk this trail with me,” Braden asked.
Lisa, sore in all the right places, snuggled closer to Braden’s warm, naked body. She turned her head slightly to kiss his chest before answering, “I’m not sure ‘happy’ is the correct word, Sir. I’m happy when I find a new original source. I’m happy when I eat pie. I’m happy when I can afford a new pair of stunning shoes. But with you? No, happy is simply too pedestrian a word to describe how I feel.”
Braden chuckled and gently massaged her scalp. “How about giving me four adjectives then,” he suggested.
“Hmmm. Let me think. Content would be one. Complete, another.” She reached down to caress his now flaccid cock. “Excited, perhaps. Ecstatic for the last.” She continued to run her fingers up and down his semi-hard member.
“You know, if you poke the dragon, you might feel its fire,” he warned quietly. “I swear, you are insatiable.”
“I am,” Lisa freely admitted, “which is a new sensation for me. I’ve never been this, well, eager, with any of my other partners. EEK!”
She squealed as Braden, in one quick, fluid move, flipped her over onto her tummy and slapped her bottom forcefully after each carefully enunciated word. “You. Know. Not. To. Mention. Former. Partners. While. We. Are. In. Bed.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot,” she squealed.
“On your knees, head down. I warned you not to poke the dragon.”
Braden plunged his now hard cock deep into Lisa’s dripping pussy. Yes, she was wet because of the spanking, but she was also sodden with the remnants of their previous lovemaking. Braden had to agree with her, though. He’d never been this quick to recover with any of his previous partners, not even his first wife, whom he had adored until the day she died.
In truth, he didn’t really mind Lisa talking about her formers. She was thirty-five years old, so he hadn’t expected her to be a virgin! She was more than welcome to mention them, just not in bed where her sole focus should be on the two of them. He refused to share intimacy with anyone other than her.
He gritted his teeth as her muscles gave a violent squeeze to his embedded cock followed by a long succession of tight, wet, hot, eminently satisfying spasms. God, but he loved to watch her as she came. Had he not just come, he glanced at the clock, forty-five minutes ago, he’d have exploded inside her yet again.
Braden waited until the spasms slowed before he pulled out and rolled her over. He roughly grabbed her ankles and put them on his shoulders before thrusting inside of her again. Her nipples, still pleasantly plump for the clamps he’d attached earlier, beckoned him. He reached down and pinched both tightly. Lisa’s eyes widened first with a momentary flash of pain, then darkened with pleasure. She tipped her head back, screamed his name, and clawed her fingers into his chest.
“Who is your master?” he ground out as he twisted her hard bullets savagely.
“You,” she gasped, her body convulsing once again.
He showed no mercy. She didn’t want that. For such a gentle person, Braden knew she craved power, consequences, and relentless taking during their private time. He drove himself into her warm, yielding body.
“Who am I?” he demanded.
“You,” she stuttered between gasps and moans, “are my everything.”
With a herculean effort, he pulled out of her.
“NO!” she screamed.
“YES!” she whispered between clenched teeth as he sprayed her soft skin with his hot stream of glistening pearl ropes.
Once they could both breathe normally again, he helped her to stand, lifted her face to his, and kissed her deeply. He adored how she swayed into his body. When he lifted his head, he looked down into her dreamy eyes and smiled.
“As a further punishment, do not wash off my cum. Let it dry on you for the rest of the day.”
She smiled up at him and nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”
Sitting outside on his back porch, they sipped coffee and nibbled on sweet rolls.
“Lisa, I have two questions for you. The first, actually, is more of a command if you have no other plans. I’m planning a trip in my personal car for one week from today. I’d like you to accompany me. It’s personal as we will be hosting my cousin and his wife and will be for four days,” he explained.
“That works for me. Should I assume you want this to be done in our regular retro style with our standard rules in place?”
“Absolutely. You should also know that Ben, my cousin, and Nancy, his wife, are also very much into the lifestyle, so you may be required to perform a bit more publicly,” he stated watching her closely.
“I see,” she answered quietly. After a moment, she smiled up at him and nodded. “As long as we aren’t shocking anyone, I’m up for the challenge, Sir.”
“Good. The second is actually a question I want you to consider. I’m very comfortable with our current relationship, Lisa, but I won’t deny that I want more. I want more of you. However, if you aren’t comfortable with this, just say so. I’m not about to force you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
“Okay. Go on.”
“Would you consider moving in with me? Now, don’t answer me right away. Give it as much time as you need to consider everything. Right now, I’m asking that you consider it,” he hesitantly said.
Lisa sipped her coffee. “All right. I’ll consider it. Is there a time limit on how long I have?”
Braden chuckled. “No. Take as long as you’d like. You can tell me in an hour or in a year. It’s an open invitation.”
Setting her mug down on a small table, Lisa leaned over and kissed Braden on his cheek. “Have I mentioned how incredibly in love I am with you?”
“Not today, no,” he answered, a grin forming on his lips. Honestly, how the hell did he get to be so lucky? His wife had been perfect. They went together like peas and carrots. When she died, he had also been positive that was the end of his love life.
Now, though, looking at this beautiful woman, he had the feeling that round two was just beginning. He looked forward to where this trail would lead.
