deep pink.
"Another text?" Roxy smiled wickedly.
"I have to go," Beth said quickly, gathering her purse and jacket.
"I want to hear all about it," Angela called after her.
###
Beth waited with growing anticipation for her husband to return. Her thoughts danced with desire as she imagined the amazing sex they'd have upon his return.
His last text still sat on her phone.
will be late. buying toys. wear the blue dress
Toys. Beth's mind wandered wildly trying to imagine what sort of toys Earl might have meant. She'd always wanted to experiment with sex toys, but she'd always been a little too sheepish to broach the topic. To pass the time waiting for his return, she browsed the internet, looking at all the devious devices available for purchase.
Maybe he'd buy her a vibrator. Her mind's eye filled with the prospect of him taking her from behind, filling her deep while she let the vibrating tool caress her clit. Maybe he'd even let her ride him while they did it. Or even a simple dildo she could fuck herself with while going down on him. Her thoughts drifted back to the fuzzy handcuffs that Roxy had offered her. Maybe... no. No, that might be too much for him, even with Cernunnos's dark blessing. At least, right away. Some silk scarves, though, could be used both as a blindfold and to bind her hands together.
Blushing furiously she erased her browser history, a force of habit. She didn't really need to, now that he shared her sexual interests. Maybe they could even read some of her favorite erotica together for ideas.
Beth heard a car door slam in the driveway and quickly stood up from the computer chair, smoothing down the hem of her dress, the one he'd asked her to wear. It was the shortest one she'd owned, a satin strappy thing with a hem that came to just below her thighs. It exposed her whole bottom when she bent over. In a fit of naughtiness she pulled her cotton panties off as she heard him coming up the steps. She wouldn't be needing them.
Earl Carpenter opened the door to their living room, a large paper bag in one hand, keys in the other. They keys he hung on the hook by the door, the bag he carried over to the table.
"How much did you spend?" Beth asked, following him.
He turned, taking off his jacket. "Playtime begins now. Your safe-word is Bagel."
"Safe word?" she asked. "What are you going to--"
His strong fingers gripped her jaw. "You will not speak unless I address you directly. You will end each answer with 'Sir.' Understand?"
A thrill ran through her. She hadn't expected Earl to take command so forcefully, but it was really hot. "Yes, sir."
He let go of her. "Good girl. Go into the bedroom, and sit on the bed, hands folded in your lap. Wait for me."
"Yes, sir," she said, rising on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before padding off into the hall. She didn't know what he'd bought, she didn't know what he had planned, she didn't know what was going on, and the mystery added to the excitement she felt.
###
Beth was sitting demurely on the bed as he'd requested when he entered, bag in hand. She opened her mouth to speak, shutting it again when he shot her a stern look, and managed to swallow a giggle.
He put the bag on the nightstand. "Put your hands behind your back."
She obeyed, thrusting her chest forward, hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her dress.
She saw as he approached that he hadn't taken off the black gloves he'd worn to work. The sight of the length of rope he held between them surprised and aroused her. This was kinkier than she'd expected from him.
He tied her hands together behind her back. "Too tight?"
She shook her head.
He pulled up sharply on her wrists. "Speak when I ask you a question."
"Ow! No, they're fine," she said, then remembered to add the "Sir."
"Good." He turned and walked back to his bag.
"That hurt," she said.
"I didn't ask."
Beth frowned, then watched as he retrieved a length of fabric. She was getting a
"Another text?" Roxy smiled wickedly.
"I have to go," Beth said quickly, gathering her purse and jacket.
"I want to hear all about it," Angela called after her.
###
Beth waited with growing anticipation for her husband to return. Her thoughts danced with desire as she imagined the amazing sex they'd have upon his return.
His last text still sat on her phone.
will be late. buying toys. wear the blue dress
Toys. Beth's mind wandered wildly trying to imagine what sort of toys Earl might have meant. She'd always wanted to experiment with sex toys, but she'd always been a little too sheepish to broach the topic. To pass the time waiting for his return, she browsed the internet, looking at all the devious devices available for purchase.
Maybe he'd buy her a vibrator. Her mind's eye filled with the prospect of him taking her from behind, filling her deep while she let the vibrating tool caress her clit. Maybe he'd even let her ride him while they did it. Or even a simple dildo she could fuck herself with while going down on him. Her thoughts drifted back to the fuzzy handcuffs that Roxy had offered her. Maybe... no. No, that might be too much for him, even with Cernunnos's dark blessing. At least, right away. Some silk scarves, though, could be used both as a blindfold and to bind her hands together.
Blushing furiously she erased her browser history, a force of habit. She didn't really need to, now that he shared her sexual interests. Maybe they could even read some of her favorite erotica together for ideas.
Beth heard a car door slam in the driveway and quickly stood up from the computer chair, smoothing down the hem of her dress, the one he'd asked her to wear. It was the shortest one she'd owned, a satin strappy thing with a hem that came to just below her thighs. It exposed her whole bottom when she bent over. In a fit of naughtiness she pulled her cotton panties off as she heard him coming up the steps. She wouldn't be needing them.
Earl Carpenter opened the door to their living room, a large paper bag in one hand, keys in the other. They keys he hung on the hook by the door, the bag he carried over to the table.
"How much did you spend?" Beth asked, following him.
He turned, taking off his jacket. "Playtime begins now. Your safe-word is Bagel."
"Safe word?" she asked. "What are you going to--"
His strong fingers gripped her jaw. "You will not speak unless I address you directly. You will end each answer with 'Sir.' Understand?"
A thrill ran through her. She hadn't expected Earl to take command so forcefully, but it was really hot. "Yes, sir."
He let go of her. "Good girl. Go into the bedroom, and sit on the bed, hands folded in your lap. Wait for me."
"Yes, sir," she said, rising on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before padding off into the hall. She didn't know what he'd bought, she didn't know what he had planned, she didn't know what was going on, and the mystery added to the excitement she felt.
###
Beth was sitting demurely on the bed as he'd requested when he entered, bag in hand. She opened her mouth to speak, shutting it again when he shot her a stern look, and managed to swallow a giggle.
He put the bag on the nightstand. "Put your hands behind your back."
She obeyed, thrusting her chest forward, hard nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her dress.
She saw as he approached that he hadn't taken off the black gloves he'd worn to work. The sight of the length of rope he held between them surprised and aroused her. This was kinkier than she'd expected from him.
He tied her hands together behind her back. "Too tight?"
She shook her head.
He pulled up sharply on her wrists. "Speak when I ask you a question."
"Ow! No, they're fine," she said, then remembered to add the "Sir."
"Good." He turned and walked back to his bag.
"That hurt," she said.
"I didn't ask."
Beth frowned, then watched as he retrieved a length of fabric. She was getting a
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