Ann: The Married Years Ch. 23

It wasn't a surprise that Beth peeked into the room as he was rigging the ropes, maneuvering Stacy into the position he wanted. But it was to her. She'd woken up alone and she'd been expecting him to fuck her awake. After all, that's what he'd done with all the other girls... at least, the two she'd talked with prior to her night with him.

"Neil?" she said sheepishly, her hand on her pussy, feeling how wet she was.

"Good morning Beth. Did you sleep well?" he said as he worked on securing Stacy's left leg.

"Uh... yeah. I guess. What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he chuckled.

"Well, I know what you're doing. I just wondered why we're not... you know."

"Fucking?"

"Well, yeah."

"We fucked last night, Beth. I told you, I wasn't going to make love to you this morning."

"I know that. But I thought we would, you know... fuck again."

"I would have to say that you thought wrong, then."

"Neil, please?"

"I'm sorry, but I was pretty clear last night that I was going to leave your ass alone this morning."

She laughed and said, "I have a pussy too, you know."

"I know," he said as he moved to Stacy's other ankle, pulling the rope taut to angle her lower leg the way he wanted. "Actually, it's a very nice one. Tyler's a lucky man."

"He is. But you can be lucky too. That's why he lets me do this."

"Yeah, I get that. He's a better man that me. I could never imagine letting Ann do that."

"That's why everyone is different. But here I am... a slutty wife that wants to fuck for her temporary husband. What do you say we hit that mattress?"

"I can't. I'm thinking about hitting something else right now," he said purposefully. The shudder that ran through Stacy's body made him grin. Still, Beth wasn't letting the subject drop.

"Oh, we could... maybe, make love like you wanted to do."

"Yeah... the thing is, I was just starting to make love to you last night when you got impatient. I told you how the night was going to go when we started. There's a purpose to everything I do right now, Beth."

"So, you're saying that you're so inflexible that you couldn't just go with the flow?"

"There are certainly times for being flexible. And most of the time, I'd probably say yes. But last night wasn't one of them. You have to understand, when I'm doing what I'm doing to Annabelle, or right now to Anastasia, I have to be in control. It's kind of like a dance. Only one person can lead. It's not that I'm trying to be rude or anything. I had a great time with you last night."

"Oh my God... I did too. You were... you were magnificent. I still can't believe you fucked my ass."

"Well, then you shouldn't be upset that I've had to shift gears and move on."

"So, then... we're really not."

"I'm afraid so, Beth. I've got my hands full right now," he said as he finished tying off the rope to the leg of the bed. Walking over, he took Beth in his arms, bending her back slightly as he held his left arm in the middle of her back. His right hand ran over her smooth skin until he was cupping her mound. She moaned as she felt his middle and ring fingers slip inside her wet slit. "But I guess I can spend a few minutes using them to fill you."

He winked as bent her backward further, her legs dangling as just her toes touched the carpet. She'd never felt so vulnerable, as he cradled her body with just his strong forearm. Cocking his wrist, he started ramming his hand in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, the wet squishing sounds filling the room. He added a third finger, only his pinky and thumb sticking out as he fucked her with his hand.

It was short and intense, the rise to her orgasm like a rocket going off. The entire thing took less than three minutes from the moment he bent her backward to the point where she was about to explode.

"OH FUCK! NEEEEEEEIILLLLLLLLLLLL!"

"That's it! Cum for me Beth!" he encouraged, his hand still flying, the strokes very short and very firm. He curled his fingers slightly, finding her g-spot, and she let loose a flood, her cum splattering out around his hand and down her legs.

"I'MMMMM CUUUUMMMINNNNGGGGG!"

"I know," he said as he bent over, latching onto her left breast, sucking hard at her nipple.

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHH!" she moaned as another quick orgasm hit, his teeth biting her flesh, making her shudder as the spasms overtook her lower limbs.

Pulling his hand from her cunt, he lifted her legs, carrying her back to the bedroom. He left her there on the bed, her eyes closed as her hands clutched the silk sheets.

"God... that was... amazing," she panted.

Licking his fingers as he left the room, he smiled. "You're welcome."

He stopped in the doorway to the guest room, drinking in the sight of Stacy, moaning at how incredible she looked waiting patiently for him to return. Her ass looked so inviting; her pussy glistening as he moved toward her.

"It's a shame I can't fuck that," he said to himself, surprised that he thought of her in such an impersonal way. But he had to be somewhat dispassionate, knowing what he was about to do to her. He needed to separate Stacy, their friend, from Anastasia, the slave that had actually accepted his invitation willingly.

Picking up a paddle, he started the same way as he had earlier in the week with Ann, choosing the same order of items he'd use on her firm, inviting ass. He began by giving her twenty firm, hard strokes. He followed that up with his hand, spanking each of her cheeks twenty times, mainly to even out the blows. With the paddle covering her entire bottom, it was easier. But having to use his hand took more time, and he wanted her to feel the sting. Ten apiece wasn't going to do that, so he gave her more, making her count them just like he did with Annabelle, even if she was doing it into a ball gag.

While the paddle hurt, his hand seemed so much more painful. And yet even as she began sobbing, the burning desire she had in her chest knew she wanted more. She had her safe word... well, she could grunt, since her mouth was full. But she couldn't imagine stopping. Not until she got what she really wanted. What she came for.

Beth returned to the door just as he was about to use the cat-o-nine tails, making him stop in mid-stroke before the first blow lashed against her ass.

"Neil?"

"Yes, Beth," he answered, his icy stare making her back up a half step.

"Uh... sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Yes you did, but that's beside the point. How can I help you now?"

"Oh, well, I was just wondering what I'm supposed to do now."

"Well, considering I gave you half a dozen orgasms in the last twelve hours --"

"There were a lot more than that," she giggled.

"Then I guess I've lived up to my part of the bargain," he shrugged. "So, you can get dressed and head home to hubby. I'm sure he'd love to get his hands on that fine little ass of yours now that it's open for business."

"But... I brought Stacy."

"Oh. Well, no worries. I'll just call Phil to come get her when I'm done with her. I'm sure he won't mind."

"You think he'll really be okay with it? After all, look what you're doing to his wife."

"I'm not doing anything she doesn't want. And he knows all about it. We'll be fine. Go home, fuck your husband."

"Okay," she said excitedly, already thinking about what he was going to say when she offered him her asshole. Then again, she wondered if he'd be upset, since someone else took her anal virginity instead of him. As she got dressed, she realized that probably wasn't going to be a problem. After all, Tyler had never asked to do it before. Yet there was always the chance he wanted to but couldn't ask since she'd been pretty boring sexually for the first five years of their relationship. "Well, there's nothing I can do about it now," she said with a shrug.

She started to leave without saying goodbye, not wanting to disturb Neil again. But when she reached the door, she had a nagging question that had been stuck in the back of her mind since the night before. Turning, she walked carefully down the hall, listening to the sound of the whip crashing against Stacy's behind and the whimpering that followed. She waited in the doorway until he was finished with that particular weapon of choice.

"Excuse me, Neil?"

He smiled, walking over, thinking she just wanted to say goodbye. His angry cock was pointing at her as he walked over; the thick veins making it throb.

"Come to say goodbye?" he said as he took her in his arms one last time, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Actually... can I ask you a quick question?"

"Sure," he nodded as he picked up the riding crop, flexing it in his hands.

"What did you mean last night... when you said I'll be asked to thank Ann?"

"Well, I think it kind of goes without saying, don't you?"

"Not really. That's why I'm asking."

He found himself drifting back toward her, crop firmly in his hand, his fingers adjusting on the leather grip. There was a threat in his walk, and she found herself backing up again, pressing against the door. Her eyes widened as if she were suddenly trapped; the fire in his stare searing a hole into them as they met.

Lifting her chin to make sure their eyes stayed locked, he ran the crop along the inside of her leg, raising the front of her dress. He glanced down, smiling that she wasn't wearing panties.

"My, you are a little slut, aren't you?"

"I didn't use to be, but I am now," she said as she felt the shaft of the crop split her labia, her knees wobbling as he rubbed it against her clit. "Oh... fuck."

"Believe it or not," he said as he pinched her nipple, still gliding the crop back and forth between her wet cunt lips, "I'm doing all of this for Ann. Yes, I got to fuck a few women in the process, but my focus has always been on her. The fucking I've really been doing... the fucking I've enjoyed the most; has been with her mind. She loves it when I get inside her head, bringing her to places she could never take herself. Everything I've done this week has been for her."

"S... so why would I need to thank her?"

"It's because she gave you a gift last night. She allowed me to fuck you. She's underneath the house right now, waiting for me to come and do to her what you just saw me doing to Stacy. She knows that's what's going to happen when I get there. And yet while she's down there waiting patiently, you took her place in her bed... literally."

"Wow. I never thought of it like that."

"That's right. So, when she calls you up someday and tells you she needs a favor, you're going to thank her... by doing whatever the fuck she wants."

"Are the other girls doing that too?"

"That's the thing, Beth. The other girls won't have to be asked. They'll do it on their own because they know it's the right thing to do."

"Well how do you know I wouldn't do the same?"

He lifted the crop, making it dig deeper between her lips, and she winced as he pinched her nipple harder. "I know, because you had to come ask me the question."

"Oh... OHHHH!" she cried out, her eyes snapping shut as another small tremor ripped through her body.

She couldn't believe he'd made her cum just by pressing the crop against her clit and abusing her breast. She wasn't so sure it wasn't caused by the naughty flash she saw in his deep blue eyes. Letting go, he turned her quickly, pressing her against the door. Lifting her dress from the opposite side he gave her five quick swats across her naked ass with the crop, making her cry out again.

"When she calls, you'll do what she says, won't you Beth," he whispered into her ear.

She couldn't believe her response, but it came out so fast she couldn't bring back the words. She became weak in the knees again when she recalled saying it as she drove home.

"I actually said, 'Yes, Master'," she sighed, her pussy still dripping from how her encounter ended. "I wonder if she's going to do that to me?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Neil had no intentions of ever following through with any of what he'd said to Beth. He'd had his fun but he'd also turned the tables, which was more important. She left thinking about what he'd just done to her, and what Ann might do someday. After all, she'd seen Ann do the very same thing to Felicia, so she knew what she was capable of.

That and the sting of the crop had to have left an impression. His purpose of planting that thought in her head was twofold. First, it forever changed any perception that she might have that he was her lover; something he'd been concerned about. He'd also done the very thing he'd been practicing all week.

Neil dove into Beth's head deeper than he'd fucked her ass or her pussy. It was all a mind game, deliberately throwing her off balance. He would tell Ann later what he'd said and done, and would leave it up to her if anything would come of it, doubtful that she'd take advantage. But she might someday, which was the point. As Beth drove home to her husband, she shuddered at the thought of being in debt to Ann. Especially in some kind of sexual way, which it seemed certain it would be. After all, she'd witnessed firsthand what Ann could put together on the spur of the moment for her Cleopatra day, including what happened with Felicia. That thought made her nervous.

That was when the revelation hit her. "Oh my God ... imagine what she could do to me if she had months to plan for it!"