2 comments/ 5568 views/ 4 favorites Until... (Sequel to The Arrangement) By: Tara_Neale WARNING: This story contains reference to an often misunderstood form of BDSM relationship called Daddy/little girl. To be perfectly clear, it has nothing to do with either incest or pedophilia. It is a depth of emotional bond between a Dom and submissive that intensely mimics the father/daughter trust. Anyone that has read my story, The Arrangement, knows what Samuel would like done to pedophiles. *** "Daniel, are you sure about this? We really don't mind keeping them a few more days?" Simone Jackson insisted as she placed the sleeping toddler in the arms of her father. The baby with her soft blond curls caused the band around her heart to tighten even more. She forced a smile as Samuel, her husband of twenty years, placed an identical replica in his best friend's other arm. "No really, my parents are still there. Mama will help out. Besides I think Jill would have my balls if she does not get her babies back soon. The doctors might have her on bed rest for another two weeks, but if it were not for Bel and those damned Barbie dolls she would be fighting me even more," he smiled weakly. Simone knew that the past couple of weeks had been anything but easy on the couple. Daniel, especially, as he learned the vicious truth of his first wife's death, the depth of betrayal by a former colleague and then nearly lost the woman he had come to love. She and Samuel were still worried about them; she smiled and looked up at her husband, wondering what punishment he had in mind for her meddlin' this time. It should be a reward considering how well it all turned out, but she had the distinct feeling her Master would not see it that way. "All right, well call us if you need anything," she offered as she opened the front door for him. She watched as he walked down the sidewalk with his heavy burden. Not that twins would be a heavy burden, not for her. Not after trying for the past twelve years to get pregnant again. She knew that she should just be grateful for their daughter. It had taken them seven years and half a dozen miscarriages to get pregnant with Althea. She reminded herself that she was lucky. Some infertile couples never even managed that. She had nothing to complain about. So why did this green eyed monster of jealousy keep raising its nasty head? She was happy for Daniel and Jill, honestly she was. Jill was a great mother, her own adult sons proved that, not to mention the way that she had taken over, loved and healed Daniel's girls from the moment she stepped off the plane from London. After all they had been through they deserved all the happiness they could get. Daniel, especially. He had been through so much during the thirteen years of his first marriage. His daughters were not the only ones that Jill's love had healed. And these new babies...the twins that Jill carried now, that they had come so close to losing, were a blessing from the goddess. It was just that sometimes she wondered - did she and Samuel not deserve another blessing? She swallowed hard, trying to force air past the tightness in her throat as she pushed the door closed. She fought to see clearly through the moisture that she was powerless to stop. *** Samuel watched his wife. Her pain bubbled and boiled just like that red hot molten lava that his new boss Doc studied in his friggin' volcanoes. It was a pain they shared, but he knew that Simone took the brunt of it. His pain was only compounded by not being able to ease hers. He had loved her from the moment he walked into that diner in Charleston. Her loud mouth and thick Caribbean accent that he learned later was more an act than anything. Her laughter. Her soft womanly body that filled out her jeans...and then some. He had been hooked. Caught and filleted just like the cat fish that was her Mama's signature dish. And he would not want it any other way. Except for this. He ached to ease this pain. The barren emptiness in her soul as well as her womb. It was not just another baby he wanted to give his soul mate, it was so much more. Everything. He wanted to give her everything. Everything she wanted. But that was not within his power. So instead he gave her the one thing it was within his power to give her. His hands lightly resting upon her shoulders, he bent slowly until his mouth was next to her ear. His breath caressed her skin, almost shaking the loop earring that dangled like a wind chime. Its music was hypnotic in the silence that wrapped about them. He could hear her pulse thumping wildly adding to the musical beat. He smiled as he whispered. "Have you been Daddy's good girl?" She trembled, a shiver raced down her body and he tightened his hold on her shoulders, afraid for a moment that her knees might buckle. He would make certain that they definitely did this night. But not yet, these games had just begun. "Yes, Sir," the whispered response was barely audible, even this close, even for a man, who had honed his senses for most of his adult life. "Good. Girl," he touched her nowhere except his hands resting lightly upon her shoulders. He paused, allowing the silence to heighten the sensations, the anticipation to build. He watched as the tensions of the past few days drained from his slave's body. He knew the moment that even the darkness of her thoughts lifted. Only then did he give them what they both wanted. "Come. For. Me." Simone's head snapped back to rest against his shoulder as her deep brown eyes closed. He watched her huge breasts rise and fall rapidly. But it was the soft moan that escaped her parted lips that tested his own iron will this night. After over three months in the field, even if this mission was cushy sweet for a SEAL team, and the past weeks with the police and hospital, the tensions running high for everyone, there had simply been no time for their games. But his body and his heart told him it was way past time to remind his loving wife exactly who was in control...right down to her happy O's as she nicknamed them. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to bury his aching cock balls deep into his wife's welcoming holes. To pump away until the sensation of her tight cunt squeezing and milking his cock was too much even for his mind to resist. But not just yet. No, he had bigger things in mind for this night. The babies that they had been caring for were safely gone. Their daughter ensconced as a teen would be for the night in her room with loud music blasting from her headphones and her books spread across her desk. Their little girl was a smart as her mother, she might not know the naughty details, did not need to, but she knew better than to disturb them when Mommy and Daddy were 'working' in his shop. Which he had already prepared for this night. He sensed the slight change in his slave's breathing knew that this orgasm was winding down, but he was not done playing with his toy. Not yet. Nowhere near done. He smiled as he lowered his voice even more, "Did. I. Tell. You. To. Stop." Immediately, Simone's quiet whimpers intensified. Her body physical shook as it responded to the conditioning that was years in the making. His control of her sexual responses so complete now that her body would orgasm without conscious thought. What had begun as a game, a way of heightening their phone sex when he was away, had become so engrained that she truly no longer controlled this most basic of function. She could not cum without his command. As simple and as complex as that. It was the ultimate sign of their bond. Her deepest gift of submission. One that he would treasure with his dying breath. One that he would never abuse. His smile played at his lips...well, not exactly anyway. "You. Will. Squirt." This time he allowed his hand to move from its resting place upon her shoulder to between the softness of her thighs. He knew that this was a final barrier. A special ability that they had discovered relatively recently. That first time, she had been intensely embarrassed, fearing that she had in fact peed. She had run from their bedroom into the toilet and locked the door for half an hour as he cajoled and pleaded. Not even the various articles he had shown her about the subject on the Internet had done much to allay her fears that first night. He had worked hard over the past two years to condition this response and it was still not total. But the hard gush of fluid that coated his hand told him that this night, it had worked. "Good. Girl." He positively reinforced her conditioning. "Now. You. May. Stop." His wife collapsed against him. He brushed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Such a good girl for Daddy." His hands moved around to cup her tits that overflowed them. His fingers strummed lightly across the tight nubs. "This night has just begun woman. Get your sweet chocolate ass out to Daddy's playroom." *** Simone heard her husband's voice. Knew he was saying something but her mind was not completely her own yet. The sharp sting of his hand making contact with her bottom brought her back to reality quick enough. "Now. Woman." He commanded. She shook her head, uncertain what had come before. But she knew that she would be in big trouble if she did not obey. How do you obey an order that never registered in your sex starved, fucking mind controlled brain? For a moment, she thought about arguing the point with him, but the look on his dark face said that would be futile. Her normally sweet and pliable husband was in full Master mode tonight. She bit her lower lip. A tiny part of her feared this side of him, perhaps not feared, but had a healthy respect for his authority. She knew even like this his love and concern for her reigned over his Dom side. And that was what made her girly bits tingle in anticipation. Looking into his almost black eyes, her breath caught. There was something there. Something she did not recognize. A new level of power. A new awareness of something...and she could not wait to explore it with this man, who was her lover, her best friend, her husband. Her soul mate written by the goddess in the stars from the beginning of time. Her Master. Another stinging blow found the other cheek, "I said. Move. Woman. Daddy's playroom. Now." She could not stop the broad grin that split her dark face. She loved the playroom, which doubled as his wood working shop. Until the soft lamb's wool wrapped about the work bench, transforming it into a make shift spanking one. And the heavy metal chains replaced the tools that usually hung from the thick metal spikes on one wall turning it into a perfect St. Andrew's cross of sorts. Oh yes, this was one command of her Master's that she had no trouble obeying. She dropped her eyes as she knew she should, "Yes, Sir," she whispered. Her whole body tingled in anticipation. Months without these games. She missed him, but, damn, did she miss the games too. Of course, she missed the happy O's most of all. But from the moment they had deepened their Master/slave bond with these games, she had been powerless to come on her own. No matter how horny or needy she got during his long absences, she simply could not orgasm. She remembered the first deployment after they had begun the experiment. The first couple of nights were not too bad; she was after all tired from running after a two year old. By the third night though, she was horny. Damned horny. And as she had for as long as she could remember, the moment Althea drifted off to sleep; Simone had spread her soft thighs and begun to slowly caress her way down her body towards the aching need between them. Except this time was different. It felt as if there were some fucking invisible barrier between her fingers and the aching hole in her soul. She tried with all her might. Honestly, she did, but nothing would remove that mental chastity belt. She simply could not orgasm, hell; she could not even touch herself without his command. The next five months had been living hell as she tried time after time to do so. Most nights ended with her in tears. She even sought help from friends online. She considered de-conditioning. But in the end, she had made a conscious choice this time...to leave this intensely intimate level of control in his hands, his voice. Not that she was not still mad as hell that he had not fully considered how tough this would be on her. She chuckled as she remembered his home coming. He had found her in the kitchen, washing dishes. She had not even known he was back, as was sometimes the case, especially during those dark days right after nine-eleven. She had had no warning, whatsoever. Simply, "Come. For. Me." She had collapsed forward, her tits plunging beneath the soapy water in the sink. Only his quick thinking as he wrapped his arm about her waist kept her on her feet. It had gone on and on. All those months of orgasms tied up, suddenly bursting forth. When she finally did manage to regain herself, she had turned and hit him solidly upside the head. He had a devilish grin on his face as he asked, "What was that for?" She had burst into tears as the whole story poured out of her soul. His arms about her comforted and soothed as he whispered, "That was a two way street, Simone." She had stared up at him in awe as the meaning of his words reached the depths of her heart. It was a moment that she would never forget, that she cherished during the long days and empty nights of the many deployments that were to come. And it always carried her through. Carried them both through. She caressed the tiny lines about his smiling mouth now as she remembered that time. They had been through so much in the long decade since then. Their love had survived, thrived, despite it all. And she looked forward to this next chapter in their lives. There was no one else on the face of the earth that she would rather spend the rest of her life with than this man, who held her heart and her happy O's hostage. "Yes, Sir," she breathed as she moved past him towards the garage workshop. She gave an extra twitch of her round bottom. Just to make sure that Master was up to the task of the long night that stretched before them. *** "I saw that, woman," Samuel chuckled as he watched his wife sashay towards the backdoor and his playroom. He wondered what she would think about his latest purchase, a power tool of an entirely different kind. Oh, yes, tonight was most definitely going to be fun, he thought as he grabbed the bottle of cooking oil from the cabinet in the kitchen and followed her. When he entered the garage, she was standing just inside the door, staring at the saw-horse that was covered in the soft lamb's wool blankets. He knew it was her favorite. His as well. His wife's broad backside never looked better than bent over the damned thing, a deep dusky rose from the flogger, his belt or even a hairbrush. Better yet, the damned thing was the perfect height for him to slide his hard cock deep inside her wet pussy when he was done. He shook his head, he had to stop thinking like that or he would be done, way too soon. "After all these months, did you forget the proper way to greet your Master, woman? Or have you spent too much time listening to that switch gurl friend of yours?" He used her own Caribbean accent for emphasis. "Daniel might like that shit, baby girl, but Daddy don't. So I suggest you remember damned quick what your place is. Do I make myself clear?" he growled as he slowly removed his belt from his jeans. He doubled it over and snapped it a couple of times, watching the heat rise in his wife's dark cheeks, just as he would soon be raising it in her other ones. He loved the way that her ample chest rose and fell with each snap, the quick intake of breath. And the look in those dark velvety brown eyes...part desire, part fear, a perfect combination, just the one he wanted this evening. "If I have to take those clothes off, woman, I'm shredding them. And since I know that's your favorite blouse, I suggest you get your sweet chocolate ass moving, slut." Simone swallowed; he loved the way she shifted nervously from one foot to the other as she began to unbutton her top. Her eyes never left his; he snapped his belt once more, the sound echoing around the confines of the garage. He walked deliberately across the short distance, boldly holding her stare with each step that brought him closer to his prey. When he stood just in front of her, he reached up and caressed the soft swell of her breasts, just barely visible above the couple of open buttons, "Seems I need to remind you of your place, woman?" His fingers gripped each side of the soft cotton and yanked, buttons flying across the room, lost forever...like either of them gave a damn. *** Simone watched a single button as it rolled across the concrete floor, disappearing beneath his work bench. Yes, there was definitely something different about her husband this evening. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she worked the button on her jeans. It seemed stuck or perhaps her fingers just were not capable of working at the moment. She sighed in relief as it finally sprang free; the zipper was enough to push down as she worked her fingers beneath the rough skin tight material. It chaffed against her skin as she pushed it down her thighs, but then again her whole body seemed on fire. Looking at the padded work horse, she was certain that bits of it would be very soon. "Would you like to add twenty more with belt for being too slow, baby girl?" Simone quaked a bit as she looked up into those dark eyes. She shook her head as she realized that her husband too had been busy. While she fumbled with her jeans, he had stripped out of his t-shirt and donned the leather vest she loved so much. Its open front showed a generous expanse of dusky skin lightly sprinkled with springy dark curls over well-defined muscles. She shook her head, listening as the hoops jingled. Even after twenty years the man still had a body to die for. It had been the first thing she noticed when the sailor in his white uniform stepped into her Mama's fish shack that Sunday afternoon. As she told her friend Jill...dat man sure is purdy. But it was his kind heart that had captured hers. Oh, she knew his job, knew that her husband was a trained assassin. He knew almost as many ways to kill a man as he did ways to make her orgasm. Almost anyway. It was his job, but it was more than that. Like Daniel and most of the others in their unit, he believed in what he did. He was one of the good guys. A super hero. Her very own dark chocolate version of Captain America. "Shit," she cursed when she realized that her too tight jeans would never make it over her shoes. She fumbled and reached out for the soft wool of the spanking bench/workhorse to steady her while she fought her way out of the damn things. "Too late, woman," his voice caressed her. Before the words could fully register, she found herself bent over the damned thing. Her wrists cuffed with leather straps to the front legs. He did not attempt to attach the ankle cuffs since her legs were adequately immobilized by her wet jeans about her ankles. She heard it before she even felt it. The whizz of stiff leather cutting through the air. She jumped as it connected with the tender skin of her bare bottom. Her yelp was followed with the proper response, "One. Thank you, Sir." Her proper response did nothing to earn her his tender mercy this night as four more rapidly fell. She struggled to keep up, "Two. Three. Four. Five. Thank you, Sir." Her bottom was beginning to sting but she knew he had just begun their games. The damned bad thing about having a Navy SEAL for a husband and Master was that his damned arms never tired out. The man could spank her ass for hours...and had. She shivered at the memory as she continued the count. Until... (Sequel to The Arrangement) *** "Fifty, thank you, Sir," murmured his wife through sobs. But these tears he knew provided his love with a safety valve, a release. Giving her permission to cry for another reason relieved tensions that had been building for too long. Her worries while he was away. Her concern about their friends. Samuel had long since realized that his wife was plus sized because her body would have to be to carry a heart like hers. It was one of the many things he loved about her. But right now, he had a surprise for her. A new toy. It had arrived in the mail just that morning. And there was no better time to test it out then when her sweet ass was bent over his workbench. He walked over to the counter and pulled back the cloth that he had covering it. He smiled as he picked up the Hitachi. Oh, yes, his sweet little wife was in for it this night. He pushed the button that brought the thing to life in his hand. It sounded and felt like his drill. He saw Simone's head pop up as she was bent over the bench. But she was turned the wrong direction, he was just out of her line of sight. He used that fact to play with her mind a bit more. "I'll just let you cool off there a bit, baby girl, while I get some work done over here," he teased as he turned the thing up to the next level. Even over the sound of the electrical motor he heard her whimper. He knew that any other time it would be followed by a string of expletives and complaints. But not when they played. Never when they played. His beautiful slave and baby girl had long ago learned not to mess with him when he got like this. He chuckled. He knew what the others thought...that Simone wore the pants in his family. That his meddlin', loud wife was in charge. If they only knew. He could give them all lessons in how to control what was yours. But right now, the only one he wanted to prove that too was bent over spanking bench with a wonderfully rosy bum and wetness leaking slowly down the insides of her thighs. There was only one thing missing. He turned off the vibrator and walked over to the wooden trunk that had belonged to his father. The man had been a Marine. He died in Vietnam before he even knew about the only son that his wife carried. Samuel had been raised by a single black mother with four older sisters in Compton. But church three times a week and his daddy's belt made damned sure that he stayed far from trouble. His mama had kept that belt, used it liberally, and reminded her children often of what their daddy had sacrificed to give them a better chance in life. She was determined they would have that chance too no matter how much overtime she had to work as a nurse's aide. She had been so proud of him when he graduated high school with honors and joined the Navy. But she had no lived to see her youngest child achieve his dream of becoming a Navy SEAL. She had died of a stroke only a few weeks after he had gone to Coronado. Simone, as his new bride, had been living with Mama to be closer to him. She had discovered her dead in bed. It was a good way to go. Quietly in your sleep. He sighed, who knew with this chapter of their lives coming to an end and a new one beginning soon in Texas perhaps it was even the fate that awaited him? Not anytime soon of course. He had way too much living and loving to do with this woman. He opened the lid and looked in the neatly organized 'toy' box for the large metal hook he sought. He found it easily as he grabbed a length of rope from the wall and threaded it through the large eye at one end. He ran his fingers over the bulbous end at the other. He considered lube, but given how wet his wife was figured it would not be necessary. Besides Simone needed a bit of a wake-me-up. These games had just begun. *** Damn, the man! How could he be working...playing around...now? Now? Didn't he know she was dying here? Her ass was on fire, but not even the liquid leaking down her thighs seemed able to quench the forest fire raging in her cunt. If he was bored with the games already that was one thing, but couldn't he at least give her pussy a good seeing to? A nice hosing down with his cock? Damn him! She was so fucking horny that for the first time in more than a decade she actually considered arguing with him. Even if it earned her a caning that meant she could not sit down for a few days, it would be worth it. Then she thought again. No, knowing him he would stop the games all together. Give her the worst punishment of all by not giving her what she wanted most. So she did the smart thing and kept her big mouth shut. She giggled like their almost teen daughter...of course, she could think of better things to do with her big mouth. Then she felt it. Cold. Hard. Metal. Pressing deep into her ass. Her first reaction was to tighten her muscles. Fight to keep the thing out. But his hand came down hard on her right ass check in response to that, "Don't!" was the single word command that she knew to obey. She inhaled deeply, willed her muscles to relax and did her best to remain still as the thing passed through the tight outer rim of her sphincter. The moment it did she sighed with relief...and pleasure. The coolness of the metal offered a distraction from the burning needs in her other hole as the anal hook slid fully into her asshole. She felt the scratchy length of rope as he pulled it over her shoulders. Then he was in front of her, looming larger than life, just as he had from the moment he walked into Mama's diner. The man did something indecent to her tummy even after all these years. Hell, he probably would when they were old and grey. "Open your mouth," he ordered. Her jaw fell slack before the words even registered in her brain synapsis. He tied the ends of the rope together and then fashioned a rope gag of sorts, tying it about her head to keep the hook firmly in place. He stepped back and surveyed his handy work, "Comfortable enough?" he asked like the caring Master/Daddy that he was. She nodded. And regretted it the moment she saw that twinkle in his jet black eyes. "Then I am not doing my job very well. We shall have to see what we can do to correct that oversight," he pronounced as he walked back around. In this position, it was impossible for her to turn her head much. The tiniest movement caused the round end of the hook to shift uncomfortably in her bottom. All she could do now was wait. For whatever he had planned next. *** Samuel was tiring of the mind games. His cock had been throbbing in the tight confines of his jeans for almost an hour now as they played these games. Oh, he enjoyed edging...both of them...as much as the next person. But his wife's ass was a pretty shade of rose. Her tight ass with full of cold metal. And for once her mouth was shut. He smiled, too bad that he needed somewhere to secure the anal hook in place. He could have thought of way better ways of filling that smart mouth of hers. Over the years, she had become an expert little cock sucker. The woman knew just how to push his buttons. He chuckled as he walked back to the table and lifted the power tool again. But right now it was his turn to push buttons. He turned it on the slowest speed. From this angle he caught just the hint of frustration in her expression. This time he laughed out loud as he toyed with her, "Time for some real man's work." He could hear her whimper even around the gag in her mouth. And he would have almost sworn he saw her stamp her tiny little foot like a child. He considered actually stopping and doing as he teased, but that would be torturing himself as well. Instead he turned the machine up...to full power. He stepped behind her and without any warning shoved the thing between her thighs as hard as he could. *** Simone screamed around the gag. They did not use toys often. And never had she felt anything this powerful. It sent shock waves through her body. But to make things worse, the anal hook seemed to be resonating with each vibration. She felt her body begin to shake as a strong orgasm ripped through her. For a moment she swore that it would physically tear her apart. It was so powerful. Then suddenly the whirring of the machine between her legs quieted. The vibration slow. And she was left hanging. Just hanging right on the edge...between heaven and hell. She cursed. She cursed long and hard but it came out only as mumbles around the rope stuffed between her teeth. She fought at the cuffs that held her in place. She tried to wiggle her ass from side to side. To escape the torture that her husband and fucking Master was inflicted upon her body and mind. His hand came down on her ass cheek again. "Be still," he demanded. Then he was gone. Disappeared. She tried to twist around to see what he was doing, where he was going. But she was trapped. Well and truly captured. Then she felt it. The solid thud of the paddle against her butt. She knew it well. Her punishment paddle. He had made it himself. Crafted it from a single piece of Purple Heart wood that he had found while on exercises in the Amazon. He had spent hours, weeks, craving it, crafting it, polishing it. It was his pride and joy. And her nemesis. Another blow caused her to jump. She knew that her ass would be black and blue tomorrow. But still he went on. She lost count of the number of blows that landed on her cheeks. This time she could not count and thank him properly. Tears clouded her eyes as the pain spread in her ass. Each stroke of the paddle sent the hook deeper into her bowels. It was another layer of discomfort. Just when she thought she could take no more, she heard the unmistakable whirring of that thing. It was forced back between her legs. And he played with the speed...slow, fast, throbbing intermittently. He tortured her. He kept her right on the edge. The edge of pain as her butt reminded her of the beatings it had taken, as the anal hook sang in time with the toy, and as the toy itself throbbed and pulsed against her swollen and sensitive clitoris. She pleaded for him to stop. For him to continue. For him to give her relief. A powerful release that was just out of reach. Close but not close enough. But none of it was intelligible with the rope between her teeth. Even if he could hear her, she knew that she could not move him. Not when he got like this. He would do what he wanted with her. At his pace. In his time and way. And she would have it no other way. She relaxed into it then. She surrendered to the pain that throbbed in her ass cheeks and her tortured pussy. She surrendered to the pleasure that was building too slowly in her ass and cunt. But most of all she surrendered to him. The man that she had loved for a lifetime. The man that she trusted with her very life. Her soul mate. Her Master. Her all. *** Samuel smiled. He felt like beating his chest and swinging through the jungle. It was the high he sought. The ultimate rush...even more than the adrenaline of battle. When his wife surrendered completely like this...it was heaven. He turned up the speed on the Hitachi. He watched her back arch as the orgasm that he had been denying for several long minutes rushed over her like flood waters. He could hear her screams of joy as her face and those gorgeous tits took on the same dusky rose color that her bottom had from his belt. When he saw her begin to relax, knew that the orgasm was beginning to subside, he turned the power up even higher. He pushed her higher still...to the next plane, another level of heaven. He enjoyed her thrashing about for several long minutes more as her body twisted and turned from side to side, trying to get away from the intense stimulation, trying to get more of it. He was not sure which. Maybe both. Still he held the Hitachi wand between her legs with one hand as he unfastened his too tight jeans with the other. In seconds, he had released his cock that had been throbbing for too fucking long. Only then did he take the damned machine from between her legs. But he replaced it instantly by shoving his cock into her waiting cunt. She was unbelievably tight from the forced the orgasms but that only made the sensation of taking her, owning her, sweeter. "Whose sweet pussy is this?" he growled as he pounded away at his wife. "Whose cunt is this, bitch?" He bottomed out inside of her then twisted just a bit, driving the head of his cock home. He left the cold metal of the hook against his pubic bone. But even more at this angle he felt the thick ball of the hook on the other side of the thin wall that separated her cunt and ass. It was as if the thing caressed his cock from the other side. It was as close to fulfilling one fantasy as he would come. Oh, but what a fantasy it was. He closed his eyes and imagined his wife filled not just with his cock, but that the ball was another man's cock. His favorite fantasy of sharing her. His cock in her sweet pussy, another in ass, and another shoved deep in her mouth. Of course he was not the type to share what was his in real life, but damn did the fantasy do things to his mind...and his body. He slammed harder and faster into her welcoming depths. He felt her cunt squeeze his cock even tighter as another orgasm raced through her. It was too much. He threw back his head. Bellowed like an animal. Like a wolf locked in a mating dance. He pushed in as deep as he could and allowed his own orgasm to flow through him. The power became at his toes as they curled inside his boots. When it reached his knees they buckled and he collapsed against the soft cushion of her ass. His mind chuckled as...more cushion for the pushin'...filtered through its recesses. But he could not find the energy to laugh aloud as the tightness at the base of his spine wrapped around and gripped his balls like a vice. They squeezed rhythmically in time with the contractions of her sweet pussy pushing jet after along jet of come out the head of his throbbing cock. It seemed to go on and on forever. He wondered if this orgasm would ever end. Not that he fucking cared. It felt too damned good. It always did when he was with her like this. But had it ever felt this damned good? *** Simone collapsed fully against the makeshift spanking bench. Her whole body was drained of energy. Yet sparking with it. It was an odd sensation. She felt him collapse against her back too. Draped across her like a human blanket of sorts. He lay like that for several long moments until she began to actually feel his weight pressing in upon her. She wondered if he had fallen asleep. That would be a man for you. But his still hard cock buried inside of her tended to argue against that. She arched up and her eyes widened at the sensation of his cock burying deeper inside of her sopping wet cunt. "I know I always say more cushion for the pushin', baby, but that don't make me a mattress." The loud laughter and solid slap to her ass told her that she had her husband rapt attention then. But his next move took even her by surprise. She whimpered like a kitten removed from its Mama's teat as he withdrew his hard cock from her pussy. Then she saw his boots on the floor in front of her. His fingers laced through her extensions and pulled her head back at an odd angle. She was forced to stare up at him. "You really have been hanging around that switch too much, baby girl. Daddy's gonna have to remind you of your manners. If you want to use that mouth for something, the proper thing is to clean up the mess you made," he lowered her head then until she was eye level with his throbbing cock. Her smile widened as she noted the wetness covering his black cock. The slightly milky liquid that dripped from the tip had her licking her lips. She could not argue with the man's logic. "Yes, Daddy. Good girls always clean up their messes," she purred sweetly. She leaned forward as far as she could go but the head of his cock remained just out of reach. She whimpered as he shook his head. "Do you think you deserve it, baby girl?" She wriggled her ass against the support of the wooden frame. She nodded her head even though it sent shards of pain racing to her brain from where his fingers were still entwined in her hair. "Let me show you how good I can be, Daddy." "Then open real wide, sugar," he smiled as he stepped forward. This was not the polite and gentle cleaning that Simone was used to. Her husband seemed a different man, a driven one. Driven by demons she was not privy to as he plunged his cock fully inside her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. She gagged more than a bit. Tears sprang afresh to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. But he did not back off. Still he kept up the frantic pace as he quite literally face fucked her. Other women might have been frightened. Might have felt used. But this was her husband. The man that she had loved and lived with for almost twenty years. She trusted him. Completely. And she showed that with her total submission to this demon-driven fantasy lover too. Somehow she found the rhythm. She caught the tempo of this lust-filled dance as she learned to breathe as he withdrew and to relax the muscles of her throat when he pushed deep inside of her. In the end, she was smiling broadly around the head of his cock as she did something that she never had...deep-throated his husband's impressive cock. She was flying as he as he was when he finally released her hair and stepped back. She actually pouted as she whined, "Why did you take my lollipop away, Daddy? I was just getting into it." *** Samuel shook his head at his wife's petulant little girl side. She knew just how fucking cute she was when she pulled this shit. But she also knew that he was not to be played. He would not tolerate topping from the bottom. And she most definitely would not get what she wanted this way. He drew back his hand. It was a game they played only rarely. A level of trust and submission that had not come easily. His open palm connected with her face. The sound of the slap echoed in the enclosed garage. She inhaled quickly. But it got her attention. "That's better, baby girl. You know better than to question Daddy," he purred as he bent to uncuff her hands. He stared directly into her eyes as he spoke again, "I really am going to have to speak to Daniel. I won't have that uppity switch undoing all the hard work Daddy put into training his baby girl." She pouted again but nodded her head in silence as she straightened slowly. She began to rub her wrists but a simply shake of his head stopped her immediately. He captured both of her wrists in his hands and continued the job that she had begun, sending blood pumping once more through the veins. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. When he was certain that the blood was once more flowing unrestricted, he used his fingers beneath her chin to lift her face to his. "I am always proud of my baby girl." The genuine smile that shone not just on his wife's face but in the depths of her eyes touched something deep inside of him. These might be just games to some people but to them it was a deep and abiding bond that they had shared for most of their marriage. One that he cherished as much as he did his family, his country, or his life. "I love you, Simone," he whispered as he bent to kiss her slowly, passionately, tenderly. He tried to put all that he felt in that moment, all that she meant to him, a whole lifetime of love into that one kiss. It went on and on for several minutes. When he finally drew back, they were both breathless. "How about we finish this upstairs, big boy?" she smiled coyly as her fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. He slapped her hand away playfully, "When we get to Texas, I really am going to have to re-train you, aren't I?" he teased. He walked over to his work top and pulled back another cloth to reveal a bull whip, floggers and canes. He picked up the cane first. He knew it was her least favorite. Until he had crafted the Purple Heart, they were used strictly for punishment. "Did I say I was finished playing?" he smiled. Until... (Sequel to The Arrangement) *** Simone smiled through the tears as she watched Samuel load his work bench into the back of the rental truck. The rest of that night had been as unforgettable as the beginning. He had cuffed her to the make-shift Saint Andrew's cross and one by one used all the toys upon her shoulders, back, bottom and thighs. By the time that he had taken her down from the cross, she was practically mindless in subspace. They had not attempted to make it up to their room then. He had simply laid some blankets that he kept in the garage to cover his projects upon the hard floor. He had held her and kissed her back to reality. This time when he came into her arms and body it was the tenderest of lovers. Oh yes, that night was unforgettable. Her hand softly cupped her lower belly before she bent to pick up a box and hand it up to him. "Woman, what do you think you are doing?" he barked gruffly. She smiled at him and put the box back down. "Go sit over there with the other one," he demanded as he turned to Daniel. "Women! What are we going to do? Can't live without them, can't beat them," he teased. "Oh wait, yes, we can." Turning back to her with a devilish grin he added, "And unless you want me to use this bench the minute we get to Texas, you better get that sweet chocolate ass over there and sit down next to that little switch." She shook her head and laughed as she turned to where Jill was sitting in chairs on their front lawn. Bel and the twins played at her feet. Even though she still had a couple of months to go in her pregnancy, she looked ready to pop. "And no getting any switchy ideas," his playful voice trailed after her. Jill's eyes were filled with tears that she was having trouble holding back. Simone took the chair next to her. "It won't be for long. You and Daniel and the girls will be in Texas before you know it," she reassured her friend. Jill nodded as she brushed the tears away with the back of her hand, "Damned pregnancy hormones." Simone inhaled and smiled, "I know. They are a real bitch." Jill's eyes widened with surprise, "Do you mean?" Simone nodded her head. "This one won't be born on the same day in the same hospital but he shouldn't be too far behind your tiny terrors." Jill burst into tears for real at those words as she engulfed Simone in a tight embrace. "I am so happy for you. You both deserve this. I owe you so much," she was blubbering and barely intelligible as she finished speaking. Daniel and Samuel walked over, shaking their heads. "I get what you are saying, old man. What are we to do with them?" He handed his wife a tissue that he had learned to keep at the ready. "Remember, your ass is not pregnant. I can still spank it if I need to." Jill sniffled into the tissue, "Yes, Sir." *** Samuel roared with laughter, "Now, we're talking, man. Teach the little switch some manners before she undoes all the hard work I put into my girl all these years." "Don't knock it until you tried it, old man," Daniel teased his friend. "Some things I can definitely live without my friend," Samuel sighed as he looked around at the place that had been their home for so long. Silence surrounded them for a long moment. The laughter of the babies was the only sound. And the distant breaking of the eternal waves of time. So much had happened to all of them in the past year. Old lives were ending. And new ones beginning. But something remained the same. Deep and abiding love between a man and his wife. Friendships that had withstood battles on foreign soils and hardships on the home fronts. Who knew what awaited them in their new lives? What trials were to come their ways? But one thing he did know, whatever it was he was sure that they could conquer it together. As they always had. Samuel slapped Daniel on the shoulder. Men did not cry and blubber like pregnant women, but the bonds they shared were just as strong. Stronger perhaps since words were not necessary. "Until," was all that was necessary.