4 comments/ 13749 views/ 2 favorites Taylor's Bridal Surprise By: turner28 Several days flew by in a whirlwind of activity, fittings and preparations for the ceremony. Overseeing everything kept me very busy as the hours ticked by and the wedding was less than a day away now. The children had all been outfitted beautifully, my gown was finally finished and David had mentioned he had something special for me to wear under it. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome. Jack had spent a lot of time with David and the two had become closer than I ever imagined. Simon had finished the security for the ceremony, although now we knew nothing was likely to happen. The rehearsal was later today and my heart had been doing cartwheels all day. It was simply a ceremony since David and I were all ready married, but the butterflies fluttered anyway. It seemed the more I did the less prepared I felt and it began to overwhelm me. Feeling lost I wandered into the game room where David was shooting pool with Jack, Simon and Phillip. "Eight ball side pocket," Jack called before he made his shot. The ball banked and missed as I approached the table smiling. "You missed," I laughed as David's arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me to him. "And you're a distraction sweetheart," David smiled. His warm lips kissing my forehead before he released me. "I am?" I asked innocently, knowing none of them were seriously into the game. "Yes Taylor you are," Simon agreed as he stood beside us. His smile telling me they had been discussing something else when I entered the room. "Should I leave?" I smiled teasingly back at him. "Not necessary sweetheart. We were just discussing a little surprise for you," David commented. "Why do I feel like I might be in trouble here?" I asked cautiously, looking from one to the other as Phillip winked at me. "No clue," Simon laughed as he placed his pool cue on the table. "Jack?" I asked, looking at him wondering what the four of them had been plotting. "Don't look at me Taylor. It's their idea," Jack grinned without telling me what they were up to. "David?" I nearly whispered as the three surrounded us, my back pressed to David's chest I watched them suspiciously. "Sweetheart," David spoke softly into my ear from behind me as I watched Simon smiling in front of me. "Yes?" I replied, never taking my eyes from Simon because I knew they were up to something. "Phillip has an idea, a gift of sorts he wishes to give you," David explained as my eyes went from Simon to Phillip in curiosity. "Oh?" The idea worried me. What could Phillip wish to give me that might be appropriate to do in front of Jack? "Yes Taylor. Do you recall what I'm very good at?" Phillip inquired, moving a little closer as I stared at him in disbelief. "Yes," I answered in a quivering voice, not believing they would include Jack in this. "Does it frighten you Taylor?" Phillip asked. His smile told me they had told Jack more than I wished they had. "No, should it?" I inquired slyly, pressing closer to David knowing where this day would go. "Good girl," David laughed. His arms wrapped around me, embracing me tightly as he laughed. "You told Jack?" I breathed, knowing he had but praying he hadn't. "Of course sweetheart," David replied. I felt my cheeks turn red as I glanced at Jack who simply smiled back at me. "David!" I gasped and hid my face in my hands. "Now Taylor, you're not pretending to be bashful are you?" Phillip laughed and pulled my hands away from my face. "But..." I began as Phillip put his finger to my lips. "Come with us Taylor," Phillip directed, taking my hand and pulling me towards the door. Following reluctantly I looked back at David who was right behind me. Walking slowly with Phillip I gasped, knowing where they were going and knowing Jack would witness this occur. Without looking behind me I knew all three of them were smiling. I wondered just how much they had shared with Jack about me and what has happened. My heels clicking on the marble floor was the only sound as we passed through the corridors into the rear section of the house. My heart hammered within my chest as I accepted that I would be displayed for Jack in this manner. Breathing rapidly in anticipation I nearly cried out when we arrived at the door. David stepped around and unlocked it, opening it and motioning us inside and then locking it behind us. Phillip released my hand and walked to the center of the room. I remained a few feet from the door as I watched them. It was apparent they had discussed what they wished to do, their actions worked like a team without speaking to each other. Phillip moved silently to a case and opened it, my eyes widened when I saw a variety of floggers hanging within it. They all laughed when David spoke and I was very startled. "Sweetheart?" David spoke, smirking as I jumped when I heard his voice. "Undress." "Ok," I tried not to stammer as I began unbuttoning my dress. With my toes I pushed off my heels and moved them aside. "She's really going to undress?" Jack asked, sounding somewhat amazed. He stood near the St. Andrew's Cross as I kept undoing buttons on my dress. "Yes Jack. Taylor is accustomed to being nude," David laughed as my dress slipped to the floor. "How did you manage that? She's always been prudish," Jack smiled. His eyes took me in and stopped on my piercing as if he had never seen any before. "He has his ways," Simon replied from behind me, causing me to jump slightly. I wasn't afraid, just anxious about what was to happen. "Taylor you're looking very good now," Jack commented as I stood waiting for instructions. "Thank you Jack," I replied. Phillip had begun lying different floggers on a table next to the cross. "Sweetheart, come over here and stand facing the cross," David directed. With a nod I went to the cross and turned facing it. "Phillip has a special treat for you sweetheart," David remarked as he took my left wrist and brought it up, securing it to the cross with a small lock. The click sounded very loud even though it was a small lock. "Really?" I gasped as he secured my left ankle in the same manner. "That I do Taylor," Phillip assured me as he placed some very heavy floggers on the table. David moved to my right side and took my right wrist into his hand. "It's amazing to see her like this. In all the years I've known her I never dreamed she would have done anything like this," Jack commented as he took a seat across the room. "This is actually only her second flogging session Jack," Simon explained while David finished securing me to the cross. "Really?" Jack replied very surprised. A loud gasp escaped me when David slipped the blindfold over my eyes and tightened it. "Yes, her progress has been remarkable even with the complications she's encountered," David answered. "Ah," Jack said quietly. He must have reasoned the complications were like the time Chris made me call him. Resting my head against the cross I listened to them talk. "Taylor are you ready to begin?" Phillip asked, placing his warm hand on my back. "Yes," I answered quietly. The blindfold made it easier for me to get myself into the proper mindset. Little sounds from the room filtered to my ears and my brain put them into a logical order. "Good girl," Phillip complimented. "I'll begin with the warm up flogger as before Taylor." The sounds of movement filled my ears as Phillip chose the flogger and moved into position behind me. Swishes in the air told me Phillip had taken a few practice swings very close to me. The cool air moved across my skin and brought small goose bumps to the surface. When the first swat fell I gasped loudly and arched my back slightly. Seconds later swat after swat fell across my shoulders, warming them and releasing all the tension from them. Shifting in my restraints I moaned softly with each swat. I could feel my skin warming, knew it was turning red and I loved it. Relaxing in my bonds the flogger moved to my buttocks. Each swat marking them, making them light red and very warm. The warmth also made them far more sensitive. With each swat I moaned more and began feeling my wetness spreading. When I thought I wouldn't be able to prevent my threatening release the swats stopped and I felt a hand on my back. The coolness of his skin on my sensitive flesh caused me to moan. "Mmmmm," I moaned as my back arched into his touch. My wrists pulled at their restraints, not so much to be free but to remind me that I could not stop this. "Are you all right Taylor?" Phillip asked, running his hand up and down my back. "Yes," I whispered, arching into his touch, desiring to feel the extra sensations it created. "Ready for a heavier flogger then?" He asked with a snicker as his hand fell away and I heard him pick another one from his table. "Mmm, yes," I nodded. The heat on my back relaxed me intensely. "Good girl," Phillip said as I heard him move behind me and give this flogger a couple of test swings. The cool air breezed over me heavier than any he had used on me before and I gasped loudly. "Oh!" I gasped, my body tensing in anticipation of how this flogger might feel when it struck me. "Frightened Taylor?" Phillip chuckled, swinging the flogger close enough for me to hear it move and feel the cool air over my skin. "No," I replied softly, my voice quivering. "You aren't a very good liar Taylor," David laughed as the flogger made its first strike. My body jerked and pulled on my restraints when the rough leather marked my flesh. "OH!" I cried when the flogger struck me. My backside now hot with each tip that made its mark, each lash becoming heated and sensitive. Dancing in my restraints I loved the sensations the flogger made. "Too intense for you Taylor?" David asked, sounding like he was across the room. "No," I moaned softly, resting back onto my tiptoes to prepare for the next swat. Arching my back the next swat fell and I gasped loudly. My wetness spread with each following strike. The sound of the air swooshing told me when to expect the swat and my body reacted immediately. Each tip of the flogger met warm sensitive flesh and only tenderized it more. Remaining on my tip toes became difficult, they throbbed and my body ached for more. Although this flogging felt intense it was far different than the whipping Chris had given me. Phillip was taking great care not to cause pain. Each mark he left sang with delight, need and drove me higher. I couldn't hold still now, dancing in the restraints I wanted more, needed more. Phillip gave me more than I dreamed of as strike after strike fell upon my buttocks and shoulder blades. To me this was far more relaxing than the best deep tissue massage. My tensions melted away and my flesh heated, making me wanton. Tugging on my restraints I began shifting from one foot to the other as Phillip finally stopped. His cool hand caressing my back sent shivers through my entire body. Quivering under his touch all I could do was moan. "Are you all right Taylor?" Phillip asked softly. His hand stroking my hot, sensitive flesh, sending lightning coursing through me. "Mmm, yes," I moaned, arching into his touch. "Good girl. David?" Phillip moved away and I felt David step closer. His sweet musky scent filled my nostrils and I tried to press myself back to him. "She's enjoying this!" David laughed and wrapped an arm around me, his hand finding my cleft quickly. "Um.........oh!" I cried and rocked my hips into his hand. He pressed himself to me and leaned his face into my neck, wrapping his other arm around my chest, placing his hand on my neck. "Sweetheart?" David asked softly into my ear. His hand showing me no mercy as his fingers drove deep within me. "Ye....yes?" I stammered. "Now sweetheart," he breathed. Gasping loudly my body tensed in his arms. "MMmmmmm," I moaned. My release overcame me quickly and his hand became drenched instantly. Trembling in his arms he held me there as my body rocked with wave after wave. David's hand held my throat gently as I rocked against him in ecstasy. Struggling against my restraints, the orgasm kept washing over me. David held me firmly, making my passion stronger and my release far more intense. Gasping breathlessly I squirmed and shook in his arms. My body rippling with each wave as his fingers remained deep within me. His tender kisses on my neck sent shivers down my spine. Pressing my body against him as closely as I could I moaned loudly, desiring more yet wishing for a small rest. My hands clenched and unclenched as I rode the orgasm, not knowing when or if it would end. A tiny gasp escaped me when I realized David had an erection. In the past he had been so controlled when he scened, this was something lately he had relaxed on and I liked it. I wanted to reach down and take it into my hand but I couldn't. My wrists were securely locked to the cross and I tugged harder at them. Just when I thought I could take no more he withdrew his hand and stepped away, leaving me near collapse against the cross. "She's something else isn't she?" Phillip laughed from behind me. Resting against the cross I tried to compose myself. "Yes she is," David remarked, touching my back softly. "Nice coloring Phillip." "Her fair skin does mark beautifully, doesn't it?" Phillip replied. "She looks exhausted," Jack commented. "She isn't near finished yet Jack," David laughed as he rubbed soothing oil into my back. "Mmm," I moaned, feeling the oil worked into my flesh soothing it. "Better?" David asked softly. "Mmm, yes much. Thank you," I answered in a dreamy voice. Hands touched my ankles, startling me. "It's just Phillip sweetheart, releasing your ankles," David explained as he unlocked my wrists. "Oh," I said quietly. Flexing my feet I made sure I had solid footing before I released the cross with my hands. David's hand brushed the side of my head and slipped the blindfold off. David's hand went into my hair and grasped it, not hard but enough to let me know my day had only just begun. The moan that escaped me was so loud it surprised me. He leaned in and kissed me, taking my breath with the fire of his passion. When he pulled away I gasped and looked into his eyes. Those green and gold flecks sparkled with excitement, a fire that spoke volumes to me. Gently he led me across the room to a chair, one that vaguely resembled the first one they had bound me to. Turning me he guided me onto it, with my legs spread wide and my back straight against the beam on the back. My eyes were wide as my anticipation grew. Fear tried to creep in but I knew there was no need for it. My heart beat rapidly and my breath quickened when Phillip took my right hand and held it out from my body to the cross beam. David held my left and I watched them as they chained my wrists to the cross beam. Their hands moved up my arms and wrapped a small strap around my upper arms near my shoulders and buckled it tightly. Together they locked my ankles to the leg rests and strapped my upper thighs in the same manner. Because I had not yet recovered from my flogging session the act of simply being bound to this chair reignited my excitement quickly. Giving the restraints a small tug I knew they would hold me securely. Looking back to David I waited for him to tell me what to expect. "Sweetheart, this session will be far more intense than the cross," David said as he stood before me. "It will have several steps Taylor, each step becoming more intense," Phillip added, picking up a small, red, rubbery looking flogger. "Oh?" I spoke quietly, not positive that I could endure much more. "You sure she can handle much more?" Jack asked sounding concerned. The look on his face was a mixture of fascination and honest concern. "She's endured far more than this Jack and loved every second of it," David smiled. Stepping away, he made room for Phillip to move closer. "Ready to begin Taylor?" Phillip asked, kneeling in front of me. "Um..." I muttered, not really able to answer as I watched them prepare. Phillip smiled and gave me a light swat with the small flogger. The swat landed directly on my mound and I instantly struggled in my restraints. "Is it too much?" Phillip asked before taking another swing. The flogger twirled mere centimeters away from my mound and the cool air it moved passed over my heated flesh. "Nooo," I gasped. My eyes focused on the flogger, knowing it would deliver more swats and not knowing how many I could take. "Good girl," Phillip said and began swatting my cleft with a regular rhythm. Each swat made me jerk in my bonds. "Ohhhhh!" I moaned softly, feeling the hot flesh heat more thoroughly. The more strikes that fell the less I was able to sit still. "How do you know when it's too intense?" Jack asked. "I mean, when to stop." "You see Jack, although we control what occurs during the session," David moved behind me and placed his hands on my cheeks, just under my chin. "She controls how far it goes." "How? She doesn't seem to be in control of anything?" Jack softly laughed. My focus was on what Phillip was doing though. "Well, she has a word,......that if she speaks the session is over," David answered, stroking my cheeks with his fingertips. Gasping at his touch I continued to focus on Phillip. "Oh, I see," Jack nodded. "Has she ever used it?" "Not yet," David smiled. His fingers stroking my cheeks as my body jerked slightly with each flogger strike. Phillip increased the frequency of the strokes and the intensity. My body reacted no matter how desperately I tried to remain still. Jerking in my restraints, it was easy to see now why they had bound me the way they had. Clenching my hands into fists was the only real movement I had managed that seemed to comfort me. My moans filled the room as the flogger tenderized my cleft, swelling it and heating it thoroughly. The fact that I was on display for this mattered little to me, or that Jack was present. David had taught me not to be ashamed of my sexuality, and I doubted I ever would be again. Their faces displayed love, tenderness and intrigue as they watched me endure this session. Each strike of the flogger brought me higher, weakened my resolve and brought my need pumping harder through my veins. David remained behind me, caressing my cheeks as I leaned into his touch lovingly. Phillip kept delivering blows, each stinging more than the last until I finally cried out in discomfort. "Ohhh!" I winced at the latest swat from the flogger. "Nice, I think she's ready for the next step now," Phillip remarked, placing the flogger back on the table and waiting. David moved behind me, and then stepped in front of me with something I thought I would never see again. The electric dildo machine. He set it in front of me and slid it under me. Moving my head from side to side I found I couldn't speak as I stared at the device being positioned beneath me. Phillip had chosen a slightly larger soft leather flogger and stood back giving David room. With trembling lips I tried to speak, to beg David not to use this on me, but no words formed. Gasping, I realized that as much as I feared this device I also deeply desired it. Pulling at my arm restraints I moaned in defeat feeling them holding me firmly. Each tug sent fire through my veins and increased my excitement level. Looking into David's eyes I saw he meant to take me to a place I had never been, one only he could show me. His impish grin calmed me as he pressed the dildo to my cleft, holding it there before driving it deep within me. Once he had inserted it he moved back and plugged the cord in, taking the remote in his hand and smiling. Watching him my heart pounded with anticipation, knowing he would turn it on but not when he would. Swinging the leather flogger playfully, Phillip stepped closer, the cool air wisped over me and made me shiver. Taylor's Bridal Surprise Phillip delivered several blows to my breasts quickly. Each slightly stinging and marking my tender breasts. My entire body jumped with each strike, tensing in preparation for the next one. Arching my back as much as my restraints would allow me I pressed my head to the post behind me in hopes of finding some relief from the dildo within me. As I closed my eyes to fight off the sensations it came to life. Reacting instantly I pulled my restraints until my wrists nearly became numb. Phillip had increased the frequency of the swats as the dildo drove me higher. Each lash left a stinging mark on my breasts, light red and needing to be caressed. Clenching my fists I tried not to scream, the pleasure was that intense. Biting my lower lip I watched Phillip bring the flogger down repeatedly on my breasts. My hips fought to escape the torment of the dildo moving within me. My legs tugging hard at their restraints caused the thigh strap to dig into my skin. The discomfort was barely noticeable, the dildo was causing such pleasure I didn't know how much longer I could endure it before I actually did scream. "Ahhhhhh!" I whimpered, pulling harder at my bonds. David's response was to increase the speed of the dildo. "Ple....ple.....ase....." "Isn't she beautiful?" David asked. My eyes were focused on Phillip, my mind desperately battling the flood of sensations being delivered to it. "Ohhhh........no.....no...no," I stammered and struggled more fiercely now. Shaking my head from side to side the pending orgasm threatened to explode whether I wanted it to or not. "Yes she is. How long?" Phillip inquired without slowing the flogger blows. "Until what?" Jack sounded far away as my mind swam, teetering on the brink of reality. "Just watch Jack, Taylor is near a very special place right now," David explained and then I felt the dildo speed up. "Oh...mmmm....AAAAAAAGGGGH!" I screamed, my body tensing rigid in my body and my eyes felt like they rolled back into their sockets. Arching my back I shrieked loudly as the orgasm took me. Phillip was merciless with the flogger, continuing to strike me as I cried out with each orgasmic wave. The electric dildo plunged deep within me on each stroke, driving me even higher as I moaned and fought my restraints. Voices floated around me but I didn't understand what they were saying. My hips jerked desperately trying to escape the torture of the dildo, but each movement only enhanced the sensations it created. Every nerve in my body seemed electrified, every muscle tense and quivering. The blood pumping through my veins was liquid fire, a light sweat broke out on my skin as I thrashed in my bonds. Gasping and shrieking I drifted deeper into the fog of pleasure, my entire body throbbing hard. My vagina pulsed, not acknowledging that the dildo had stopped and been removed now. Each lash the flogger had made spoke to me, making itself known and sending shivers throughout my body. Tears coursed down my cheeks and sweat began dripping from my brow as I rode the waves, not aware I had separated from reality completely. Gasping breathlessly I hadn't even realized David had released me and now held me in his arms rocking me gently. "Shhh sweetheart," David cooed softly, his hands holding me tenderly. "Mmmmm," I moaned, not back to reality yet but aware he was holding me. "Bout time," Phillip laughed, he was holding a cool wet rag to my forehead. Blinking, I couldn't focus my eyes completely yet. "Wha.....what?" I asked softly, still recovering from the workout they had given me. "You do that to her often?" Jack inquired from somewhere near me. "As often as I can, yes," David laughed, still cuddling me closely. "Impressive. I never knew she was, well," Jack hesitated before actually saying sexual. "Getting her to realize it was not an easy task Jack," David commented. Keeping my eyes closed I listened to the conversation. "No it wasn't," Phillip laughed. "Taylor is probably the single most stubborn woman I have ever met." "On that I would agree," Jack replied. Their tones light and relaxed. "Sweetheart?" David spoke softly into my ear. "Hmm?" I answered, not wishing him to realize I was actually listening to them. Squirming in his arms I cuddled closer to him. "Feeling better now?" He asked as he hugged me tightly. "Mmm hmmm." I moaned without opening my eyes. Although I was beginning to relax I was completely exhausted. "Why don't you go shower and clean up sweetheart? We aren't finished yet," David whispered. My eyes flew open in surprise and shock. 'What?" I gasped loudly and all of them laughed. "The bathroom's over there," Simon pointed to a door far across the room. "I stocked it with everything you need." "But, David, ummm," I stammered as he pushed me to a sitting position. "Go sweetheart," David instructed, helping me stand as I stared at him in disbelief. How could they not be finished yet? Walking slowly across the room I glanced back at them. All four of them were grinning back at me. Closing the bathroom door behind me I rested against it and sighed loudly. Turning to the mirror I saw each mark Phillip had made. None were so severe that they would bruise though. Tracing my fingertip over the ones on my breast I moaned as the sting could still be felt. Heat rising to my cheeks colored them quickly and I turned away. With everything they had done so far how could they not be finished yet, I asked myself again as I stepped into the shower and turned it on. Letting the spray flow over me I took my time, not knowing what they still had planned. Caressing the lather all over my body, again I traced my fingers across the marks on my breasts. They had begun to lighten but still spoke loudly when the soap touched them. Every nerve in my body was still lit up; still sparking with a desire that I hoped would never die. Hot water splashed around me rinsing the suds down the drain as I sighed, knowing I needed to finish up. Shutting off the water and stepping from the shower I nearly screamed when I saw David sitting on the stool smiling at me. "Oh!" I cried, jumping when I saw David's impish grin. Slowly I reached for the towel, David inched it out of my reach. Water dripped to the floor, puddling around me. "You're a little jumpy sweetheart," David remarked without moving. "You startled me," I gasped, reaching again for the towel and watched it crawl slowly farther away. "We aren't finished yet sweetheart," David said as he stood up. My heart pounded watching him. Slipping his hands under his shirt he tugged it over his head and dropped it to the floor. "We're not?" I asked with a hint of a smile. His fingers unbuttoned his pants, slid them from his hips and dropped them to the floor where he stepped out of them. "No sweetheart, we're not," he smiled and took a step closer to me. His hand taking the back of my head, wrapping his fingers into my hair and pulling me to him. "Oh?" I whispered, falling into his embrace with a giggle. My wet body sliding on his naked chest. "There is one thing we haven't done yet," he smiled and kissed my lips. His hands caressing my back. Pressing my hands to his chest I returned his kiss with my own passion. "David?" I gasped, pulling away from the kiss as breathing heavily. "Hmm?" He moaned, guiding me backwards until I could go no farther. The cool tile on the bathroom wall pressed against me. "More?" I gasped, thinking that when I left this bathroom I would be subjected to more torment for the audience. "Yes sweetheart," he breathed into my ear while his hardness pressed into my cleft. My hips rocking to meet his in my desire. "OH!" I cried loudly when he entered me, pushing fully into me with one thrust. My hands gripped his back, dragging my nails all the way down to his hips. Lifting my leg, I wrapped it around his hips firmly, rocking my hips with his in a rhythmic dance of love. David's hands gripped my breasts as he made love to me against the bathroom wall. My lips explored his chest, kissing every place they brushed. His slight musky scent intoxicated me, made me drunk with desire. His hands slipped beneath my behind and lifted me up. Bringing my other leg around him I locked them in place and rode each thrust, moaning loudly. Letting my hands roam they explored his flesh, gripped it and raked nails across his skin. His lips brushed my neck, teasing it before he nipped gently at it. His hot breath tickled my skin, telling me of his passion burning hot within him. As he drove deeper, thrust harder, I arched my back and groaned with need. My fingers tugging gently in his hair, my nails raking his back, leaving light red scratches in his warm skin. Leaning into him, he lifted me away from the wall and held me in his arms. My hips rocking on him as he held me there and made love to me. These raw sessions were rare with us and I treasured every second of them. My need grew as David thrust me in his arms. My juices flowing over him as I gasped in desire. "Mmm, David..." I moaned, not able to actually tell him what I needed yet. "Shhh...not yet sweetheart," he breathed, carrying me across the room and bending down carefully. Lying me on the rug he continued to make love without missing a beat. "Please?" I whimpered, knowing this would be denied for a while. My blood felt like molten lava flowing in my veins. "Wait," he whispered. His hands roaming my body, teasing my flesh as I writhed beneath him. Arching beneath him I met each thrust with a fire of my own. His hot breath tickled my flesh as his lips lightly kissed me all over. Gooseflesh rose on my skin, need built in my cleft. Clenching my fists into the rug I cried out in frustration. My hips rocking to him almost violently now as he continued to deny my need. David nipped my neck playfully before he gave me a firmer bite. Crying out as he bite me I didn't think I could fight my need much longer, but he held me there mercilessly as he tormented me with pleasure. My feet dug into the rug under me, pressing it and trying to drive my need to climax. David took his time, moving as if time were standing still and tomorrow may never come. Writhing on the rug my body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. The droplets mingled with David's creating a scent of sex that lingered over us, engulfing us in our passion. Reaching up to him, my fingers traced his lips before he leaned in to kiss me. Wrapping my arms around him I wanted release, needed it and he kept denying it. "My beautiful wife," he whispered, thrusting hard into me. His toned body rippled with each movement, every thrust. "Yours, all yours," I moaned, meeting each thrust. "Now sweetheart," he breathed as his hips drove to me fiercely. My own hips met his, grinding and throbbing as my body tensed. "Aaaaggggg!" I shrieked in delight, waves of pleasure rocked me in his arms. Trembling from head to toe the orgasmic waves rippled through me violently. "So beautiful my wife," he whispered, still throbbing with his own release within me. "Dav...David.....ooohhhhh!" I stammered, still quivering with the orgasm. His lips took mine and kissed me so deeply that he took my breath. "I love you sweetheart," David spoke softly, stroking my cheek as he pulled out of me. The scent floated on the air as I gasped for breath. "I love you," I answered, my cleft still throbbing hard. David rolled to my side and together we lie there basking in the afterglow. David's fingers toyed with my nipple rings, sending tingles throughout my body as I attempted to recover from the powerful orgasm I just experienced. His kiss feathered on my shoulder as I looked into his eyes. My hand went through his hair as my body turned to him desiring more, needing it. Nothing existed in this moment except each other and our passion. Our hands mapping each other's flesh, noting every tiny signal of delight. Our lips kissing any part they could reach and enjoy. The slight saltiness of his skin aroused me, made me taste him more and grew the fire within me. The scent of sex still hung in the air around us, filling our nostrils and exciting me more. Pressing my face into his neck I wanted him to take me again, to make love to me the rest of the day. His small sigh told me this session was over though. "Sweetheart, we can't stay in here forever," he smirked, pulling away and rising to his feet. He held out his hand to me and I took it, getting to my feet next to him. "Why not?" I teased, honestly wishing we could have more private time. "We're both covered in sweat sweetheart. Let's clean up and rejoin our guests," he suggested, leading me back to the shower and opening the glass door for me. "But, you said...." I began as he playfully pushed me the rest of the way into the shower and turned the water on. "Said what sweetheart?" He asked, taking the shampoo and beginning to clean up. Lathering my own hair I didn't want to ask him, fearing they did have more planned for me. "Um..." I replied, sticking my head under the spray hoping he wouldn't ask me to elaborate. When I finished rinsing my hair and stepped away he pulled me into his arms, kissing my lips softly. "Um, what sweetheart?" David asked playfully, running his hands over my wet skin. "You're not finished?" I gasped quietly, still trying to recover from everything they had done so far. "Worried?" He laughed, kissing me again. "No," I lied, returning his kiss. My back pressed to the wall behind me as our passion took over. Making love in the shower was something I thoroughly enjoyed with him. Lost in each other, our wet bodies moving together in this dance of love. Water splashed around us, rinsing our sweat away as fast as it appeared on our skin. Kissing everything I could reach, his skin tasted sweet to me and I desired more. His lips pressed my neck, nipped at it playfully as I moaned loudly. Rising to my tip toes fighting my need to release he only brought me higher by driving deeper within me. David lifted me off my feet with one thrust. Wrapping my legs around him again I curled into his embrace and let the water wash over me. His grunts were almost animalistic, causing me to gasp loudly when he groaned and came suddenly. My own release happened without cue this time, trembling in his arms as we rode the orgasm until it ended. David gently lowered me until My feet touched the floor, still clinging to him I jumped when someone banged on the bathroom door. "Did you two drown in there?" Simon laughed as he knocked on the door loudly. "We're fine, out in a few," David answered him laughing. "We should finish up here sweetheart." "All right," I giggled and finished rinsing off. Stepping around David I exited the shower while he finished up. "Sweetheart, hand me a towel?" David asked, standing on the rug dripping. "Oh, here," I said, handing it to him. My head still hung over while I patted my hair dry. Moving closer to the door I set the towel aside and began combing out my hair. "Sweetheart?" David spoke, grinning at me when I turned to reply. "Yes?" "Gotcha," he laughed and cracked my behind with the tip of the towel. "Oh!" I gasped, jumping to avoid being hit by it. Laughing at his playfulness, I hurried to open the door and dart into the other room. Dashing from the bathroom I watched David laugh without moving. Thinking he might give chase I made an effort to be deliberately slow. The room had darkened and I didn't pay much attention to where I was going. Gasping when I struck the spanking bench I looked around to find the room in almost total darkness. Confused I began to look for the wall switch while I watched the bathroom door waiting for David to come out. Moving carefully around the bench I made my way over to the wall and began moving towards the door, where I reasoned the wall switches would be. Where did everyone go I wondered as the bathroom went into darkness. Wide eyed I moved more quickly to the door to try and find the light switch. Before I made it to the door someone wrapped their arms around my waist and lifted me off my feet. "Oh!" I cried out with a giggle. The room was too dark to actually see who had just scooped me up. "Put me down!" "Nope," Jack said from behind me. "Caught her!" "Jackkkk!" I playfully whined and struggled with him. The room lights suddenly brightened causing me to cover my eyes. "Little gremlin isn't she?" Simon teased comparing me to an old movie I loved. "Put me down," I giggled as Jack carried me back to the spanking bench. "Not yet," Jack laughed, holding me firmly off the ground as I playfully struggled. "But!" I squealed. "Oh!" "Sweetheart, on the bench in position," David instructed, stepping from the bathroom with the towel still in hand. "How do you get her to do that?" Jack asked sounding amazed as he set me down and I climbed onto the bench. "You really don't want to know," David laughed and cracked my behind with the towel as soon as I had positioned myself on the bench. "Knowing her I can imagine," Jack smirked, watching me as I squirmed on the bench. "Sweetheart?" David asked, stepping next to me so I could see his face. "Yes?" I replied, looking up at him wondering what they were up to now. Being face down on the bench made watching the entire room near impossible. "You're feeling playful aren't you?" David asked, that impish grin teasing me. "Why do you ask?" Squirming some more in anticipation of what he was about to do. "You're excited," he remarked with a smile. His hand stroked my back before landing a light swat on my behind. Jumping a little a small moan escaped me. "Phillip?" David spoke from behind me as I felt him take my ankle and lock it to the bench. "Oh!" I gasped, hearing the little lock click and securing me. Phillip took my wrist and did the same. Gasping with each click I knew my day was not near finished. "Lift your head sweetheart," David instructed. Lifting it as high as I could he reached beneath my chin and lifted a small d ring. A small click told me he had secured my collar to the ring beneath it. "What?" I whispered, knowing that he had secured me in such a fashion that my movement would be restricted. "Sweetheart, relax you will thoroughly enjoy this," David assured me. With my collar locked to the bench I couldn't see much at all. "Like we discussed?" Jack asked, taking a position out of my line of sight. "Yes," Phillip answered him. Trying to turn and watch one of them slipped my blindfold on. "Oh," I said quietly, knowing they didn't want me watching what they were up to. Resting my head to the bench I tugged at my wrists. "Relax sweetheart, we are giving Jack a small demonstration," David informed me. ***************** keep watching for more adventures excerpted from the Taylor Saga...