Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 16 -- Dysfunction Junction

... solution to that challenge. "Now if you want, you can release the ropes without penalty, but if you don't, if you'll trust me, I'll give you a reward." "Reward?" "Yes. Too much of our marriage, was unrewarding. Sacrifices should be rewarded. That orgasm had to be very frustrating. If I did it right, it's what is called a 'ruined orgasm'. If I can believe what I've read, one of the consequences of a ruined orgasm is that it can make the next one much more intense. I want to test that theory and reward you with that experience. But first I have a mess to clean up." I straddle his waist and lick his face. Our combined juices have had time to dry and I do a thorough job. I lick his lips suggestively, but his tongue does not come out to play and his lips do not kiss back. I force my tongue in but still his tongue does not tangle with mine. Still some anger. That's good. I let him have his revenge by withholding something he can still control. I lick my way down his chest, stopping at his nipples. I can probably count on two hands the number of times I've paid any attention to his nipples. They stiffen like mine when licked, but he says they do not arouse him. I lick them anyway, my only way to directly apologize to them for the pain I inflicted. I lick down to his cock and begin to clean it. It's limp at first, so I clean it thoroughly, sucking his ballsack in and bathing it thoroughly before returning to the shaft, which finally responds. I bury it in my mouth until my nose ...

... touches his belly. I gag because the angle isn't straight enough, but at least he knows I got it all in. I swirl my tongue on his frenulum and look up to see him looking down at me. He's enjoying what I'm doing, but there's still a coldness and maybe a hint of fear in them. I've promised a reward and still he doesn't trust me. That's good. I feel like maybe I've finally punished him enough for the original infidelity. That distrust he now feels might help him understand my feelings for him. He should have found some other way to let me know that I was driving him away. And next week it will be his turn to punish me. I should have never made it desirable for him to find comfort in the arms of another woman. I release the ropes from his legs first, then his wrists, and look into his eyes. "Please, Sir. Take me. Hard." I expect his body to be slow from the effects of being tied up, but he throws me over like a rag doll. I'm on my stomach on the bed and he's on my back. I feel his hands encircle my throat and then I feel gentle squeezes, right on the pulse points. "This is brutality, Cathy. It's controlled right now, but everybody has a breaking point. As controlled as it is, with very little pressure, I could choke you out. You could wake up to find me already fucking you in whichever hole I chose. I wouldn't use a plastic toy. Your body would be my fuck toy. I'd want to feel your pulse the way you felt mine. I have the advantage in strength. My dark urges include exploiting that ...