Michael and Elle Pt. 04

Introduction: Michael leads Elle down a new kinky path.

She was standing at the kitchen counter her hands frozen in the air above her coffee cup, heart beating wildly, her mind spinning. That was her first reaction when Michael told her what he wanted her to do. He'd already set everything up, all she had to do was be go with him and stay for a weekend. It was the thought of being on her own that was so scary.

By that point she'd already faced many challenges in their relationship but this was beyond anything she'd ever thought he'd ask of her. She was careful not to let any of her fear show outwardly but inside everything was shaking. How could she possibly do this?

She'd always trusted him, since the moment she met him she knew he'd never hurt her but what he's proposing could hurt them both. She really should have revised her checklist after they had gotten married but this subject has never come up so it never occurred to her to ask about it.

At the time they had only been married for a year, together for three but their marriage was still new for them. It had been unconventional from the beginning but deep down she'd hoped for a little ordinariness to settle things a bit.

She should have known better.

It had begun six months earlier. He had stripped her down, bent her over the table in the playroom, clipped her wrist restraints into place and then blindfolded her. The last thing she saw before world went dark was his smile.

His hands slid down her legs before he clipped her ankle cuffs to the table legs. She felt his breath against her back as he leaned over her prone form.

"Are you ready Elle?" He asked softly.

'Yes Michael." She answered.

"That's my girl." He hand slid up the back of her neck to grip her hair.

"Michael." She whispered as his hand turned her head to the side.

She could feel his lips brush her cheek. "Yes angel?"

"I love you." She sighed as his lips moved over her skin.

"I love you too Elle." His hands moved to her hips pressing her into the table as his jean clad hips swivelled against her upthrust ass.

Her hands flexed as his moved back slightly and she felt a hand between her legs cupping her pussy before running his fingers along her slit parting her. She gasped as he slid his fingers into her. "Mmmm so wet for me. Good girl." He murmured as he stroked. Her hips tilted begging.

His other hand disappeared and she could hear the zipper of his jeans as it slid down. The heavy weight of his cock on her ass caused her to pull against the restraints, tilting her hips as far as she could. His fingers disappeared from her pussy and she felt his hands on her ass pulling her lower lips open. His hips drew back letting the tip of his cock slip down, her breath caught in her throat as she waited. His hold on her tightened, keeping her in place as he drove forward, stretching her, filling her completely.

"Yes." She breathed as he pushed forward. The pain was exquisite.

"Who's pussy is this Elle?" He ground out as he started to stroke, short little movements that kept him mostly inside her.

"Yours Michael." She gasped.

"Remember that." He said.

She didn't get a chance to ponder his tone before the flogger struck the left half of her back. The side of her breast tingled where it was grazed by the leather. She gasped from the shock of pain. It came down on her right side as he thrust forward and she moaned.

The pain eased as he started to stroke deep two maybe three times. He pulled out then and the flogger hit her ass from the left then right in quick succession. Her hands curled into fists as the pain radiated up her back. Another strike from both sides before she heard the flogger drop on the table next to her and he shoved his cock back into her.

She strained against the restraints trying to tilt her hips but even on her tiptoes she couldn't do much. There were moments when she hated that table, this was one of them.

It was a custom made piece crafted out of wood, stained dark with thick straight legs. It stood three feet wide and three and a half feet long. Eye bolts gleamed along the bottom of the legs, each corner and in a row along the sides giving Michael the ability to clip her restraints in at several different angles. The top had a thin layer of padding covered in leather with seams six inches apart. The head of the table could be lowered to give him better access to her mouth and he had just recently added a little rack at the opposite end to hold a vibrator in place.

He'd mentioned adding another layer of soundproofing to the room after he'd brought that out the first time. She'd screamed herself hoarse and nearly passed out before he turned it off. As he had carried her upstairs to her to bed she admitted the first five orgasms were quite lovely but fifteen was too much for her, at least all at once. He thanked her for her honesty kissed her forehead and promised to keep it under fifteen next time.

All day he'd been sending her flirty little texts, telling her about all the naughty things he wanted to do to her that night, tantalized her with the promise of the vibrator. She'd been on a slow burn all day and she just wanted to be fucked hard and deep. She knew it wouldn't be that easy but a girl can always hope.

She moaned as he stroked at an agonizingly slow pace. She wanted to plead with him but she knew that would just prolong the torture. She'd learned that the hard way months ago. His ability to know how and when to give pain then pleasure to draw out just the right response from her body never failed to amaze her. More often than not she ended up a boneless quivering ragdoll by the time he was done with her. That day was no exception.

When his cock vanished from her pussy she groaned in frustration. Her reward was the sharp sting on the paddle across her ass. The next strike was lower, just above where her ass meets her thighs. "Mine." He murmured as the next fell on her pussy.

She gasped as the pain shot down her legs. She struggled to breathe through the next few minutes as he ran his hand over her skin tenderly and then snapped the paddle over the same spot he'd just caressed. When she was finally able to draw in a short breath she low moan escaped her.

"Have you had enough Elle." He murmured as he delivered the next blow.

"If it pleases you." She whispered.

His hand ran over her ass smoothing away the sting. "You always please me angel." He said softly. She heard the paddle fall on the little table against the wall. Her legs sagged as relief washed over her. The hard part should be over now.

She felt him near her head then. "Keep the blindfold on until I tell you to take it off." He must have seen the confusion on her face. This was different than what she'd grown used to. He had always let her take it off when he fucked her, so she could see his eyes, find reassurance in them. She could take anything he did to her as long as she could see the approval in his eyes.

"We're going to try something a little different tonight." He whispered near her ear. "Do you trust her Elle?"

"Yes Michael."

"Good girl." She thought for a moment she could hear footsteps on the stairs then. She was distracted as Michael released her left hand from the clip. "When I free your legs you're going to flip over onto your back." He said softly as the clip on the right snapped open.

"Yes Michael."

"Good girl." He moved to her ankles then. When they were free she pulled herself up

onto the table and turned over slowly, carefully so she didn't accidently hit him with any part of her. She rolled her wrists when she got to her back working out the kinks that lingered there. He took her hands then leaning over her. "Ass at the edge of the table angel." She scooted down a little and he clipped her hands into the restraints midway down the table. After pulling her hair out of the way he lowered the end of the table under her head. She couldn't help but smile knowing it meant she'd get to have him in her mouth.

He positioned her feet at the corners of the table and clipped them back in. This was different too, normally he'd leave them unrestrained. His hands moved over her, skimming along her curves leaving a little trails of fire in their wake. When he reached her thighs she moaned.

"Yours." She breathed as he reached her pussy, caressing her lips gently.

"Good girl." Softly as he explored her slick skin. Her hips tilted as he probed further just barely pushing into her. "Elle." Leaning over her lips pressing between her breasts. "I've invited someone to play with you tonight." Her heart started to pound then. His fingers pushed deeper stroking slowly.

"You're going to suck his cock like the good girl I know you are." Lips on her nipple then pulling it into his mouth sucking hard.

Her back arched and her breath escaped with a little moan. She heard the rasp of a zipper close to her head and whimpered softly. "Shhhhh." Moving to the other nipple sucking hard. Another moan was torn from her throat.

It took everything she had to keep still as she felt the tip of a cock brush her bottom lip. It traced her lips as Michael moved lower scattering kisses over her stomach. Just as Michael reached her pussy it eased past her lips and she forced herself to open her mouth for it. Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly as it slid further and stopped.

"Good girl." Michael's voice drifted up to her pulling her back from the panic that was threatening to overwhelm her. She took a deep breath as the cock pulled back almost leaving her mouth completely. She moaned softly as Michael pulled her open and his tongue slid inside then up to circle her clit.

The cock slid back into her mouth, further this time. Guilt gripped her pounding heart as she sucked. Who are you? She wanted to ask. She knew not to though. It would disappoint Michael, nothing he could do hurt worse than that.

A groan from above her as the cock drew back and she sucked slightly. Michael rewarded her by sucking her clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She barely noticed when his lips disappeared because the cock in her mouth had started to stroke with increasing rhythm. She moaned around it as Michael's pushed into her. He held himself there as his hands ran down her thighs. She didn't realize they were trembling til he gripped them near her knees. "You're doing great angel." His thumbs rubbed gently. "You look beautiful." He murmured.

The owner of the cock in her mouth groaned again. She jerked when his hands slid over her breasts squeezing slightly. Michael's hands moved down her legs to settle on her hips. He drew back then til just the tip remained inside. "Just feel." He said softly and then filled her again. She groaned as he moved.

After a few strokes she was able to relax into the pleasure they were creating in her. She sucked the cock in her mouth as it thrust farther. The hands on her breasts squeezed harder, Michael stroked deeper, harder. His hand moved to her pussy, fingers slipping around her clit. Her moans grew louder as he stroked it in time with his thrusts.

An agonized moan tore through her when he pulled his hand away. The cock in her mouth withdrew and she could hear the owner move to the other end of the table near her left knee.

Michael pulled out then, and the owner of the mystery cock stepped between her open thighs.

"Elle." Michael said softly. "He's wants to fuck you." She gasped as the mystery cock slid up her lips to tap her clit. "Will you let him?"

"If it pleases you." She whispered blinking hard behind the blindfold.

Her hips tilted for the other man as his thumbs pulled her lips open. She moaned as his cock slid down and pressed forward slightly. Her grip on the table tightened as the mystery cock pushed further. All her instincts were screaming at her to pull away. She took a deep shaky breath and reminded herself she belongs to Michael, to trust him.

As the mystery cock filled her she whimpered. Michael's voice close to her right ear "Just feel Elle."

"Yes Michael. " She whispered. The mystery cock pulled back slowly and then plunged into her. She gasped with pleasure. The other man groaned sliding his hands over her hips pressing her tightly against the table. She could hear Michael's weight shift, his hands moved to her breasts squeezing, kneading them. Her back arched as the cock started to increase its pace. She moaned loudly pulling her legs open farther.

"That's it." Michael murmured closing his lips over a nipple pulling it into his mouth, scraping it with his teeth. She pulled at the cuffs holding her wrists, desperate to touch him, pull his head to hers, crush her lips against his. "Do you like that cock?" He asked softly as he moved to the other one.

"Yes." She breathed. The hands holding her hips squeezed harder for a second, the owner thrust harder. She arched against the table. "Again." She whispered. The other man obliged thrusting hard and deep. She sobbed. "More. Please."

Michael's lips left her then and she assumed he had stepped back to watch the other man fucking his wife. Reason and reality quickly slipped away as the other man pumped his cock into her. The fire he'd created in her building as she lost herself in the pleasure. "Oh god yes." She cried out as it consumed her, pulling her into the flames. She yanked the restraints hard, lifting her shoulders up as she contracted around him. He slowed then, savouring her orgasm.

"Jesus." He groaned. She could hear his ragged breathing as his grip on her eased, his thumbs caressing her skin.

"Do you want more Elle?" Michael whispered close to her ear once more.

She lifted her head from the table." Yes please." She answered.

The other man squeezed her hips again and then drew back. He held himself just inside her and for a moment she thought he might withdraw completely. Pleasure exploded in her as he drove his cock back in.

"Yessss." She moaned. Her fingers flexed aching to touch him. Little gasps and moans escaped her lips as his pace increased. Michael groaned near her head as the other man thrust harder, pulling her hips with each stroke.

Michael kissed her as the other man pounded into her, driving her closer and closer to the precipice again. Hands curling against the table and her back arching she leap into it, crying out as she fell. She was only dimly aware of the other man swelling inside her filling her with cum, groaning his release. He held himself there for a few moments, leaned over her and kissed her between her breasts.

His hands slid over her thighs as he straightened and withdrew. She heard his zipper as it was drawn up. Michael' lips left hers and he moved to the end of the table. She couldn't make out everything they said but she thought she heard "thank you" and "again" before the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

"Elle." Michael said softly coming back to her, unclipping her ankle restraints then her wrists and finally taking the blindfold off. She blinked against the bright light. He tilted the head of the table back to its flat position before moving back between her legs.

She gasped as he entered her, hard and deep. "That was so much better than I'd imagined." He smiled down at her excitement shining in his eyes.

She glowed under his praise, her hands reached for him. He leaned over her letting her grasp his shoulders so she could pull her upper body off the table to reach for a kiss. He obliged her and they moved together without breaking the kiss, each finding their release quickly.

She fell back on the table, to spent to hold herself up anymore. He waited a few moments letting his breathing come back down to normal before removing the cuffs from her wrists and ankles. After he'd put them away on a shelf he gathered her up and carried her upstairs. She clung to him weakly, almost asleep before he laid her on the bed. She started to drift off when he left the room briefly. He came back with a warm wet washcloth to smooth over her skin. She smiled as he moved her limbs to get to the important spots.

"I think you wore me out tonight honey." She murmured.

He chuckled softly. "Yes I think we did." He kissed her as he pulled the comforter over her. "Go to sleep my naughty little angel."

"Yes Michael." She mumbled as she snuggled into the pillow.

The evening events invigorated Michael's desire for Elle, not that it had ever subsided really. Each morning since her official submission he woke her by turning her onto her stomach and taking her from behind. On nights when they didn't have a playroom session they still had sex, but after that night it increased to two or three times a night. He was insatiable in and out of the playroom.

Because it was new territory for them she hesitated in questioning his reasons for doing this now. It had been a maybe on the checklist she'd done before they got married but she hadn't updated it since then. She speculated in the quiet moments, that perhaps it was simply to put a brighter spark in their sex lives.

If she had known the real reasons she might have asked him to stop pushing her boundaries. He was steering her, as Doms do for their subs, in new directions to move past her previous boundaries. To show her the guilt that had clearly been etched on her face as the other man took her was unnecessary.

They had discussed it early on in their marriage but she had resisted outwardly. Inwardly she had been curious but felt guilty for the bubble of excitement that sprang to life in her chest. She couldn't quite understand why he would want to share her but that was colored by her own jealousies. Regardless of her being a sub and her desire to make Michael happy she hadn't been able to move past that. She hated the thought of him with another woman.

He, on the other hand, was more than turned on imagining her with other men. Seeing her with the mystery man had been so much better than any of his fantasies. Despite her misgivings she had been just as responsive as he'd hoped. She was beautiful when she let herself give in to the physical pleasure he offered her.

He knew he could have instructed her to fuck the mystery man or any other man he chose for her and she would have done it. That was just the way Elle was. She would endure almost anything for him. He didn't want her to just endure. He wanted her to enjoy it, to want more.

He was just as in love with her as she was with him. Her desire to make him happy matched his own desire for her happiness.

It had been a challenge to explain that to her in the beginning. She had the usual misconceptions about a Dominant/ submissive relationship but she was in love so she gave him the opportunity to change her mind. He showed her it wasn't about abuse or power. There is a beauty in submission. That it's earned rather than taken and there is strength in bending your knees for someone, giving them control of your body.

He honoured the trust she placed in him in and out of the playroom. He knew he could push harder, faster but in doing so he would hurt her, confuse her and eventually lose her respect and trust. No sexual fantasy was worth that. So he was careful in his choices on how to push her forward. Up to this point she had met every challenge he set out for her with very little hesitation but he knew the bigger stumbling blocks were coming.

The mystery man was just the beginning. But he had every confidence that she would be able to overcome her misgivings and welcome the pleasures he had in store for her.