Brian closed and locked the bedroom door once he heard the shower going, the sound of Aiyana’s robe being hung on the door making him grin salaciously. She’d been begging for punishment tonight whether she realized it or not, and he was not one to disappoint.
Although one of his favorite places to take her was in the shower, that was reserved for pleasure. Tonight, she was going to be getting disciplined. Brian moved about the room restlessly, thinking of the various implements that he would need.

Just as the last candle was being lit to illuminate the darkened room, Aiyana stepped into the bedroom towel drying her hair. The moment that her eyes took in Brian’s bare shoulders and low slung pants lit by the flickering glow of candles, her breath caught in her throat.

Brian turned around to face her when he heard the towel hit the floor from her numbed fingertips, his face hard, revealing no emotions. Aiyana’s eyes traveled over the planes of his face, the high cheek bones, the button nose, and finally settled on his cupid bow lips.

“Brian, to what do I owe the romance,” she attempted at humor.

“Pet, it’s going to be a long night. I will not hear a word from your beautiful lips unless you’ve been asked a question that needs to be answered,” he bit back at her, his arms crossed smugly over his chest.

Aiyana’s eyes widened as she realized that her trip around the block had apparently set him into quite the dominating mood. Casting her eyes quickly to the floor in submission, she decided that it’d been far too long since they’d had a rough night like this, and she was certainly game.

Brian’s eyes caught the look of utter submission flood over his face, and he couldn’t suppress the growl that emanated from his throat, “Knees, Pet.”

The desire that flooded her system at his growl and rough command was enough to have her knees giving out. Aiyana dropped to her knees quickly, making sure that the towel she’d lost was under them so that she didn’t damage her legs on the hard wood. The moment she was where he wanted her, she rested her hands on her thighs, palms up like she knew he liked.

Brian stood looming over the raven haired beauty, allowing his eyes to roam slowly and salaciously over her tanned skin. His mind was churning with where to start, and just how much he was willing and desirous of pushing her boundaries. A wicked grin spread over his thin lips as he walked to the closet and pulled out a spreader bar that he’d bought recently.
Once it was placed on the bed, he stripped down and stood before her, hands on his hips, feet shoulders width apart.

“I expect you remember the safe word,” Brian informed her with a slight upward inflection in his tone at the end, indicating he expected a response.

“Yes, sir,” Aiyana said softly in response, her dancing eyes glued to his as she attempted to reign in her excitement.

“Good. Now, I expect an amazing blow job as an apology for displaying your gorgeous body for the whole block tonight,” he informed her, his eyebrow arched in silent challenge.

Aiyana looked up at him, a little surprised. She had her impulsive moments, and after a year of them being together, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious about his jealousy on the matter, or if it was just a ruse to further stimulate things in the bedroom.

Her hesitation earned her a low growl as he grabbed her hair in his hand at the roots, pulling sharply to cause her to gasp so that he could slide the head of his hard member into her mouth. The moment his silky smooth head was in her mouth, her eyes fluttered shut while she began to worship his erection with her tongue, leaving no skin untouched or unloved.

A deep breath drug in through Brian’s slightly parted lips as he watched his member slide in and out of her plump lips, his nerve endings on fire as she gave him the most sensual blow job of his life. As soon as he could tear his eyes from the sight up to hers, he realized her eyes were shut, so he slid his free hand into her hair as well.

“Look at me while you suck my big cock, Pet,” he rasped out as he pulled her hair, moving her head to set up a rhythm that broke her train of intense worship.

Aiyana’s smoky blue eyes opened quickly, a moan pulled from her throat at his words and the sharp pleasure pain that flew over her scalp at his tugging. Once she locked her eyes onto his lust blown brown gaze, she allowed him full control of her head, maintaining her suction so that he could do with her mouth as he wished.

Brian smiled down at her wolfishly before slowly increasing the speed of his hips so that he was thrusting in and out of her mouth. A deep rumbling moan tore from his throat as she began to hum her approval. His gaze flickered between her lips that were evoking such delicious sensation to her eyes shining with love and submission.

Thrusting a little harder, he tilted her head back so that he could slide into her throat. Angling his hips, he moaned loudly as he felt her throat open to him repeatedly, stroking him closer to an intense orgasm.

Aiyana’s fingers began to scratch at her own thighs, wanting desperately to touch herself or him, to graze her fingers over his thighs and hip bones, but knowing that if she did so he would punish her. Debating with herself over if she wanted to be punished or not, the moment was missed as he suddenly pulled her head to him, burying his cock deep in her throat. His seed rushed down her throat, causing her eyes to water with the intensity.

Brian held her in place, humming his approval until he felt the last spurt leave his body, and then he pulled her off of him. With a grin down at her, he lightly slapped the side of her face as she drug air into her burning lungs.

She wiped her eyes quickly, and sat back on her feet that were curled up under her, waiting patiently for his next command. Her eyes quickly took in his sated posture before darting back to the floor. A rush of satisfaction at being able to make him cum so hard washed over her, relaxing her instantly back into her submission. It settled her resolve that she wouldn’t be fighting him tonight, she’d give into his every whim with glory and gusto. She trusted him explicitly, and knew that he wouldn’t hurt her in any way.

Crossing the room to the dresser, he opened her drawer and pulled out a few toys for them to use tonight. Placing them on the bed, he surveyed everything, planning out every moment of pleasure of the night at his leisure, knowing that the building anticipation was getting to her.

“Get over here, Pet,” his voice rang clearly through the room with authority.

Scurrying to her feet, she cleared the space between them, stopping abruptly in front of his well-toned body, her hands clasped together behind her, head ducked in submission. Brian’s lips curled into a semblance of a smile as he placed his hands on her breasts, caressing the mounds as he turned them so that the bed was directly behind her knees. Using her breasts as leverage, he pushed her down onto the bed, his fingers pinching her nipples until her backwards momentum broke her from his grasp.

With a gasp, her back hit the bed, the waves afterwards only complimenting the shivers that his rough treatment of her nipples caused. Brian grabbed the spreader, and placed it between her ankles, attaching it tightly to each ankle in order to keep her feet spread shoulder width apart.

As soon as she was bound, he grabbed the riding crop that he’d pulled out and ran the smooth leather tip slowly, tantalizingly over her thighs. Watching as the goosebumps spread over her skin at his light torture, his eyes dropped to her core where he saw her folds glistening with moisture already.

“You may beg for what you want,” his voice caressed her nerve endings as softly as the leather crop was caressing her skin.

“Please, Brian, I need you. Please fuck me,” she whimpered, needing some kind of relief from the sensations flooding her flushed body.

“In due time, Pet. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet,” he told her, accentuating the ‘yet’ with a pop of the crop on her exposed mound.

“What do I need to do? Brian, please,” she begged, all care flying out the window the moment the crop hit her a second time.

Brian tisked down at her in response to her weak attempt at begging, and slid the end of the crop between her folds, the soft leather raking over her swollen clit. Her back arched off the bed, and she moaned softly, trying her hardest to get more pressure onto her bundle of nerves.

Without hesitation or thought after a few moments of torture, her hand slid down to caress herself since he was teasing her by running the crop over and around her folds, barely missing her neediest area with each pass.

Brian slapped her hand sharply with the crop the moment that she touched herself, earning him a gasp of shock. Her eyes flew to meet his, and she saw the irritation in his eyes. Swiftly, he turned the crop around and slid the handle inside of her.

“If you can’t obey, I’ll ensure your obedience myself,” he growled once he had lowered his face to a mere inch away from hers. He moved the crop in and out of her a few times, watching her eyes roll back as she moaned before he withdrew it abruptly seconds before she could reach that pinnacle.

Aiyana whined as he denied her the orgasm she desperately needed, but her whine turned into a gasp of surprised when he grabbed the bar and flipped her over onto her stomach. Not knowing what was about to happen, the anticipation alone was enough to drive her mad.
She couldn’t see what he was doing, and could only hear him shuffling around behind her.
Something cold and wet dipped between her cheeks, teasing her asshole lightly at first, and then pushing forward a little more forcefully. With a deep breath, Aiyana grabbed the sheets in both hands, trying to relax her lower body and enjoy the intrusion.

Watching the muscles of her back and buttocks ripple as he slid the lubed toy into her, Brian wasn’t able to help himself, and he trailed light kisses over her shoulders and upper back.
Once the plug was seated in her fully, Brian grabbed ahold of it and wiggled it to test her reaction. When he heard her moan loudly, he grinned to himself and sat back on his knees to admire his handy work.

A quick, sharp slap to her right cheek caused her to moan and clench down around the toy, her head turning so that she could look back at him over her shoulder. Because of where he sat between her spread legs, she could barely see him, but could just make out that he was picking up something else, looking it over in his hands.

Suddenly, Aiyana was looking at the ceiling again, a moan tore from her throat as her back being flipped to the bed caused the plug in her ass to move deeper into her. Her eyes tore quickly to the foot of the bed where Brian was using the spreader bar to pull her to the very edge. As soon as she was close enough, he raised her legs with the bar in one hand.

“Do you like this, Pet? Do you enjoy being used for my pleasure, and pushed to the edge of sanity,” he asked darkly, his free hand wrapping around his cock as he slid it up and down her glistening folds teasingly.

“Yes, Brian. Yes, I love this,” she managed to get out between whimpers, gritting her teeth to keep her from thrusting her hips in an attempt to gain more contact with him.
Brian chuckled at her restraint, knowing that she was burning from desire and need.
Debating for a moment as to if he should continue to draw out her torture, he relented for a moment and slid his length into her slowly.

The feeling of being spread open slowly with his throbbing member caused her walls to clench down around him. A deep moan rang from her plump lips with the blessed relief of finally having solid contact with him brought her frazzled nerves.

Not able to help it after a few slow thrusts into her inviting heat, he reached up and pinched one of her nipples harshly. When she whined and turned her head to the side in a flood of sensation, he slapped her breast sharply. Her submissive eyes darted up to his dark ones, and she gnawed on her bottom lip to suppress the words of need begging to spill out.

One hand raised, and her nails raked over the taunt skin of his stomach, causing him to shudder and withdraw from her fully.

With a panicked look, Aiyana’s eyes begged Brian for him to come back and fulfill her needs that were crushing her under their weight. When he didn’t come back, but instead began to stroke himself, she whimpered.

“Please, Brian, please. I need you,” she cried out, not wanting him to finish himself, wanting desperately for him to find his release in her rather than on her stomach as it looked like he was about to do.

“It’s going to be a long night, Pet,” he chuckled, stroking himself a little faster at her begging. “I want you to think about this punishment any time you think of displaying your perfect body to anyone but me ever again.”

Aiyana whimpered, her eyes wide and begging as she saw the telling flush creep over his chest that let her know he was close. At that moment, she knew that this was the worst punishment she could ever think of. Having to watch his heavenly body find release over and over while being pushed to the brink but denied the end glory of pleasure was pure, unadulterated torture.

Brian locked his gaze with hers as his eyes glassed over, his head tilting back slightly and a devilish smirk spreading over his thin lips moments before he stroked himself into a blissful orgasm, his cum landing hotly on her chest and stomach.

Not able to stand the torture any longer, Aiyana’s legs thrashed uselessly against the bar,
trying to dislodge it as she reached for him with her hands. She felt like she was losing her mind, and she needed contact immediately to assuage her over stimulated nerves.

Eyebrow arched, Brian’s hips stuttered through the end of his orgasm. Her thrashing was useless with the spreader bar, and he was easily able to maneuver out of her reach. With a low chuckle, he moved to the end of the bed and grabbed the bar, effectively holding her still.

“Hold this,” Brian informed her, taking a little pity on her as he raised the bar, holding her legs straight as he pushed them up so she could grasp the bar over her head.

With her effectively holding herself open and doubled, knees at her chest, bar over her head,
Brian smiled down at her, admiring her flexibility. He moved to her core and slid a finger over her opening, spreading the dripping moisture around before sliding two fingers into her quickly.

Aiyana moaned softly, finally having some contact, and just praying that he would allow her an orgasm finally. When he lowered his mouth and flicked the point of his tongue over her swollen clit, she cried out his name, already on the edge of absolute heaven.

Brian chuckled and began to pump his fingers in and out of her slowly. As soon as she was moving her hips in time with his fingers, pantingand flushing with a looming release, he drilled his tongue into her clit, making her cry out harshly as she finally came.

The lengthy delay in satisfaction made her orgasm that much more intense, and caused her to nearly black out as the deep pleasure spread through her body, barely putting out the fire that he’d built into a raging bon fire with his torture.

Not able to hold back any longer, Brian moved quickly and slid a pillow under her lower back to bring them to a better angle before gliding his once again hard cock deep into her. Her welcoming heat and tight walls stroking him gloriously had him picking up the pace quickly.

Before long, he placed his hands on the backs of each thigh where she was still holding onto the bar, her grip desperate as she felt like she was drowning in the pleasure that was building, far stronger than she’d ever had it before.

Using her thighs as leverage, he started pounding into her rapidly, all restraint lost as her walls tightened almost painfully around his cock. Her loud moans and wails of pleasure were music to his ears, and made him release a few grunts of pleasure of his own.

The moment he tilted his hips a little more, he came in contact with her g-spot where he began to aim each and every thrust, determined to make his amazing woman experience the ultimate orgasm after how well she’d behaved while he’d had his fun with her.

“Brian, I can’t take this, it’s too much,” she cried out, not sure what was happening to her, but feeling what could only be described as the biggest orgasmic precipice of her life looming over her.

“Let it happen, baby. Cum for me,” he moaned out above her, reaching down with one hand to pump the plug in her ass in and out of her as he continued to pound away at a rapid pace.

After a few moments of intense building, the dam broke, and she cried out sharply, clenching down around him tightly as she felt her body nearly break in half with the force of her orgasm spraying over his lower stomach and hips.

Brian watched it happen, only able to thrust into her tight channel two more times before his body stiffened and he came hard buried deep inside of her, his wide eyes never leaving the spectacle of her squirting between them.

Aiyana murmured his name weakly over and over as Brian sat back, pulling out of her reluctantly. His eyes finally flowed over her body, taking in her sweaty, well sated appearance as he disconnected the spreader bar from her legs.

Once her legs were released, Aiyana curled onto her side, pulling her knees up into the fetal position as she wept quietly, not able to help it as her body was so worn out and well ravaged. The sensations that had flood through her body and blood stream were overwhelming, and she didn’t know how to handle them.

Brian watched her carefully, not sure how to respond. After a moment, he curled up behind her, kissing her shoulders softly over and over, a hand running up and down her arm soothingly.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I,” he asked softly, compassion and worry lacing his voice.

Unable to use her voice, as it was lost to the sea of emotion, she nodded and then shook her head in response, huddling back into his soothing embrace in a desperate attempt to calm her nerves.

Brian sighed in relief and then kissed her temple softly, knowing that they needed to clean up, but loathe to leave her at that moment.

When her tears and emotions had finally calmed down, she turned in his embrace, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder and neck, sighing softly into his still sweat damp skin.

“Baby, seriously, are you okay,” he asked, his hands rubbing her back reassuringly.

“I’m fine, Brian. That’s just never happened. It was so….intense,” she managed to murmur against his flesh.

Her body felt leaden and dull after so many sensations and excess stimulation. Barely able to move, she just continued to breathe in his masculine and classically Brian scent that was like a balm to her nerves.

“You’ve never squirted before,” he asked, a bit surprised. Porn made it sound like any women could squirt, and often did, but his own experience had told him it was a rare feat.

“No, never,” she answered honestly, still trying to process the overwhelming sensation of it.

“I think I just won at sex, then,” he chuckled, tilting his head back so he could kiss her forehead lovingly.

“Good game, chief,” she giggled.

Notes

Alright, I need a cold shower.
Sorry that took me so long to get up. (No pun intended.)
I had a bit of writers block, but I'm hoping that I'm past it now.
Please comment and let me know what you think so far. ;)

Thanks!!!