The locks are broken

“Yikes!” She says, shivering suddenly in the bed next to him.

“Yikes what, little one?” He asks.

“I saw a little of your post,” she says, turning back to her laptop computer and the open chat client.

He grins and goes back to typing up his blog post.  When he actively rejoins the chat, she opens a web browser and goes to his blog, reading the post.  “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that now, sir.” She says quietly.

“If you read it, then you know I don’t care at this point, don’t you?”

She whispers, “Yes, sir. Can I use the Hitachi to get ready?”

“Use it if you want, little one.” He replies.

She closes the chat and puts the computer away, retriving the Hitachi magic wand and her favorite glass dildo from the closet.  Arranging herself on the bed next to him, she slides the dildo inside of her and puts the head of the Hitachi against her clit.  He watches from beside her, occasionally reaching over to stroke her skin, or to pinch her nipple.  After a few minutes, he puts his computer aside and stands up.  He picks up the case that contains his whips and canes, sets it on the bed and opens it.  Inside are many toys and his eyes roam over them all as he ponders which one to use first.

His eyes fall on the riding crop and he grins.  He slowly takes it from the case and walks over to his wife.  She lies on the bed, her legs spread wide and the Hitachi magic wand on her clit.  He looks into her eyes for a moment, then swings the riding crop.  It lands with a sharp smack against her inner thigh.  He swings again and again, landing blows on her thighs and belly, moving upward to her breasts.

He feels himself getting more aroused with each smack of the leather crop on her skin.  He lets go of a little more of the control he keeps on himself with each swing.  All of the rules that society imposes, all of the things he was taught by his parents about hitting women – each one is released as his lust rises.  He stops for a moment and turns away from her.  He reaches for something out of her sight, then stands up again holding wooden clothespins.

She shivers and moans, thinking that she knows what is coming.  He places a clothespin on each of her nipples, then puts two on each breast.  He tugs them a little to be sure they will hold, then picks up the crop again.  He starts at her thighs again but quickly works his way up to her breasts, using the crop to hit the clothespins.  He swings hard, tugging the pins but not quite knocking them off, then yanks them from her tender skin with his hand.

He looks at her face and sees his uncaged lust reflected in her glassy eyes.  He stops for half a breath, realizing that she is drifting off into her sub space.  He growls quietly, moving the Hitachi and removing the dildo from her freshly shaven pussy, then using the crop there.  She jumps and squeals as the crop lands, and he grins again, not a grin of joy but the feral grin of a predator.

He drops the riding crop and walks around the bed, picking up the leather belt that he used on her ealier.  “Turn over.” He says as he walks back around.  She quickly rolls over and he swings the belt before she is settled, landing it across her ass and leaving a red stripe.  He swings the belt hard, each stroke leaving a red stripe, covering the marks left from the play party.  He used the belt on her back, a little lighter but still hard enough to redden her skin.  He feels his cock twitch with each crack of the leather belt, each swing pushing him further past his usual demeanor and deeper into the rising animal lust.

He tosses the belt aside as his eyes fall on the still open toy case.  He leans over and picks up a small metal rod that she had found for him to use.  He swings it once to get a feel for it, then drives it down onto her ass three times.  Each touch of the metal brings something near a scream from her.

He drops his implement once more.  This time searching for something in another bag.  He finds it and lays it on her ass.  She jumps as she feels the cool rubber touch her.  He swings the rubber paddle hard, spaning her already red and tender ass many times.  She jumps and writhes, moaning at each swing, but not trying to get away.

He tosses the paddle onto the bed and rakes his nails down her back.  He climbs onto the bed and straddles her legs, pushing his hard cock between her thighs.  He pins her to the bed with his body, his hands holding her head down against the pillow by her hair as his teeth find her shoulder, then her neck.  He bites hard enough to leave marks on her skin.

He shifts up a little, and growls in her ear.  “Can you feel that? Can you see what this does to me?” He whispers hoarsely.  He sits up, releasing her hair as he scratches his nails down her back again, leaving long red trails from her shoulders to her ass.  Standing up, he takes her hand and pulls.  “Get up, slut,” he growls as he tugs her from the bed.  He walks her over to the wall, turning her back to the wall, he pushes her against it and pins her there.  He holds her wrists with one hand as he paws at her with his other.  He kisses her mouth, neck and breasts, then bites her.  His fingers find her clit and he rubs it.  He runs his nails down her sides.

She moans, but never fights back, her glassy eyes telling any that could see her that she is deep into her subspace.  He steps back and turns her to face the wall, leaning against her again, his cock between her ass cheeks.  He pulls her hair and bites her neck and shoulders, reaching around to pinch and pull her nipples.

With a growl, he pulls her away from the wall and pushes her onto the bed again.  “Lie on your back,” He orders as he picks up the rubber paddle again.  She positions herself on her back and opens her legs to him, gasping as he swings the paddle and it lands on her exposed pussy.  He spanks her pussy two more times, each one making her gasp and moan, then he tosses the paddle aside and climbs onto the bed between her legs.

He puts his cock against her and waits for a moment, then rams it inside of her.  He leans forward, holding her wrists down and putting his weight on her as he starts to fuck her hard.  He releases one of her wrists and grabs a handful of her hair, pulling it to turn her head as he bites her neck.  She moans as his teeth mark her skin again, and he moves his head down to bite her breasts.  He has a brief coherent thought through his lust that she will likely have bruises in the morning.

He leans closer to her, growling in her ear, “Remember those seven orgasms you have been waiting to have?”

Dreamily, she replies, “Yes?”

He pounds his cock into her cunt even harder for a few moments, then says, “Have them all. Right now!”

She jerks and shakes as all the teasing of the evening comes crashing down her and is released.  He growls in her ear as he comes inside of her, shuddering hard with his own release.

They lay there for several moments, waiting for the shivering to subside.  He kisses her mouth softly, tenderly. “I love you, little one,” he says in a whisper.

“I love you too, sir,” she replies.

He begins to move again, his cock still hard inside of her.  Her hips begin to rock, meeting his slower thrusts.  They kiss with the passion of an adolescent couple, his mouth only leaving hers for the slightest moment to catch a breath.  She moans into his mouth as he moves and he lifts his head to say, “It’s ok. You can come when you want, little one.”

She jerks her hips as another orgasm washes over her, her arms wrapped tightly around his body.  He keeps slowly and deliberately rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of her.  He kisses her mouth again, but never stops moving.  She moans again as another orgasm builds, then shudders as it grips her.

“Can I get on my knees, sir?” She asks after the shivering slows.

He slowly pulls out and stands up, and she turns over, getting on her knees with her backside to the edge of the bed.  He holds her hips and slowly slides back inside of her, picking up his slow, steady thrusting again as his hands trace the marks his nails left on her back.  He begins to thrust faster now, feeling another orgasm rising.  His hips rocking harder as he says, “Come with me, little one!”

He grabs her hips with both hands and buries his cock deep inside of her as he comes again, his muscles locked in orgasm.  She shudders around his cock, clenching as she climaxes with her husband and dom.

They remain motionless for several seconds.  There is no sound save their ragged breathing.  He slowly withdraws and they clean up, moving toys from the bed and grabbing a blanket.  She finds her way into his arms as they lie in the bed next to each other.

The title of this post is refering to the “monster” that I have held caged for some time. (You can read about it here.)  Last night, it got out.  While the “monster” was sated and retreated, it is not completely locked up any longer.

Dragon Mage