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“Faster. Harder. More.” Bella scraped her nails over his
back and his skin rippled with pleasure. He loved when she did that.

Naturally, he complied with her command, pistoning his cock
in and out as fast as her tight cunt would allow. He knew when she crested, and
not just because her cunt walls clamped down on his cock and squeezed with
frenzied gasps. She cried out and thrust toward him and yanked on his hair.

He ripped the tape from her tits as she came. It had been on
there a while so it stuck. He yanked again and made her come even harder.

Her cream, thick and white like frosting, coated his cock
with a slick lube, easing his passage as he sluiced in and out. A tingle
started at the base of his cock, his balls, and sizzled through him.

As Bella’s orgasm softened, the muscles of her cunt relaxed,
and Tae, ravenous for more, increased his pace. He pounded into her with long,
hard strokes, savoring the delicious agony of holding back. Damn, he wanted to
come, to explode, to flood her. But he wasn’t ready. Not yet. He wanted to
bring her to paradise once more.

And her arousal was rising again. As he worked away inside
her molten depths, she tightened and tightened and tightened. Her eyes were
lovely and wide and luminous. She threw back her head and moaned. So beautiful.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Tae. Like that baby, yeah. Like that.”

Ah. Bella was back. No longer a sub, no longer a slave. She
was ready to be his partner, his wife. She was ready to boss him around in bed.
And he loved it.

“What do you want, Bella? What to you need?”

“Cock. Your cock. Come on, Tae. Harder. I want…I want… Oh.
Yes.”

Trails of hot pleasure shot though him as she clenched
around his cock again, and then a new sensation nearly sent him over the moon.
Her finger, her tiny, slender, delicate finger, found his ass.

She held his gaze as she slipped it in, clearly pleased at
his reaction, at the shudders and groans her worming work invoked.

“Aw, Jesus.” Suddenly, holding back was impossible. His cum
rose in an exquisite pressure, a molten stream, searing him.

Bella pulled him closer, added another digit to the pressure
in his ass. She whispered in his ear, “Come in me, baby. Give it to me. Give
it. Ah yes.”

She came again, just as he erupted, pouring himself into her
womb. Her legs wrapped around him, locking him in—right where he wanted to
be—as absolute bliss descended on them both.

Oh yeah. She was his devoted slave.

But really, he was hers.

They lay together on the couch forever, just holding each
other. It was a gentle energy. A loving one.

After a while, Tae lifted his head and kissed her. “So what
did you think of Bondage Night?”

Bella grimaced. “I hated it.”

He stilled, stared at her. His Adam’s apple worked. “Did
you? Did you really?”

She put out a lip. “You were beastly.”

“But you liked it… Didn’t you?”

“I liked the orgasm.”

“Hmm. It was an awesome orgasm.”

She whispered, “I liked the toys.”

“My
hardware
?”

“Mmm hmm.” She laughed at his joke. “But what about the
pliers? I nearly went insane wondering what you were going to do to me with
them.”

“The pliers?”

She socked him lightly on the shoulder. “Yes, Tae. Those
nasty, evil-looking needle-nose pliers. What were you going to do with them?”

A flush crept up his cheeks. “Honestly?”

“Yes. I need to know. What was your plan? Why did you make
me buy them?”

“I had you buy them because…”

“Yes?”

He grinned sheepishly. “I needed a new pair of pliers.”

Part Three: Chapter Seven

Housewifery

After Bondage Night, Bella spend a lot of time in the slave
cave. Sometimes Tae tied her to the rack and tantalized her for hours—and
sometimes he couldn’t be bothered with teasing and they went straight to fucking,
madly, on the couch or over the table or across the weightlifting bench.

Tae’s creativity knew no bounds, which delighted Bella. He’d
taken her to several stores—the housewares outlet, a gourmet chocolate shop,
the pet store—and commanded her to select her own toys. She now had a slotted
spatula just for spankings.

At the pet store they’d found a wide array of surprisingly
erotic dog toys, some of which squeaked when he shoved them into her pussy. Tae
bought her a leash—which she adored, especially when he clipped one end to her
collar and spanked her with the other—and made a tag for her collar to remind
her she was, in fact, a
bitch in heat
. They spent hours trolling stores
and exploring items he could use in his wicked play. She loved it.

Their sex life had definitely perked up.

It was at the point where she kind of hated going to work,
because when she was there she had to think about something other than Tae.
About something other than their naughty games. She still went to work, but it
was difficult.

It was especially difficult one Tuesday in March when, after
returning from a long meeting, Bella found a beautiful bouquet of flowers on
her desk.

She grinned at Molly, her assistant. “When did these come?”

“Before noon.” Molly winked. “I think you have an admirer.”

Bella chuckled and pulled out the card. Her heart stuttered.

S
—it began—
Cannot wait until tonight. Call me.
Your M.

It was all she could do to restrain a shudder. She knew what
the message meant.

Tae had something planned for tonight. Something that would
have her on her knees. Hopefully with something shoved up her ass.

That had come as a surprise, her growing craving for butt
play. Tae, as accommodating as he was, was more than willing to satisfy.

Molly leaned over to read the card and Bella chuckled and
pulled it back. No. It wouldn’t do to have her employees discovering her dark
secret.

“Thank you, Molly,” she said, meaningfully closing the door.
When she was alone, she rushed to the phone. Hell. He’d sent the flowers this
morning. It was well past two.

Call me
meant
call me
now. Not
call me when
you get around to it
. Shit. He was going to be pissed.

A thrill shot through her at the thought.

As she waited for her cellphone to make the connection, she
fingered the leather choker he’d laid out for her to wear this morning. She
should have known. She should have known something was coming. The choker,
while perfectly respectable office wear, looked and felt too much like a collar
to be misconstrued. Especially for someone like her.

She should have realized—

Her heart lurched as his deep voice flooded the line.
“Hello?”

“Tae, darling. I love the flowers.”

There was a long pause. “Did they just arrive?”

Bella cleared her throat. “No. I was in a meeting.”

“I see.”

“I-I called as soon as I got them.”

Another pause. Bella trembled. She swallowed. The choker
tightened around her throat.

Oh hell.

“You do realize that’s not acceptable?” There was something
strange, something constrained about his voice.

“Tae… Is everything okay?”

“I’m in a meeting.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll call back.”

“No. You’re already late. Hang on a second.” He murmured
something and shuffled some papers. The tone of the buzz on the line changed
and then he was back. “So. Bella. What are we going to do about this
infraction?”

“Are you still in your meeting?”

“No. I’m in the hallway. And quit trying to change the
subject. You got a specific command from your Master and you failed to comply.”

“I
just
got them.”

He snorted. “That hardly matters. From now on, when you get
a message from me, Molly is to bring it to you immediately. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Tae.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Bella froze. Her belly flip-flopped. A sudden thrill gushed
through her. It was so odd, so unnatural for her to be submissive here, in her
office. Where she ruled with an iron fist. Somehow calling him Master
here
made her feel even more subservient, uncomfortably so. Apparently this sedition
laced her response. “Yes
Master
.”

“You know, I don’t think I like your tone. You don’t sound
very deferential.”

“I’m sorry—”

“In fact, you sounded a little sardonic.”

“No. I—”

“Did you just tell me no?”

She opened her mouth to respond but he continued.

“Whoo, baby. I think we better not wait ’til tonight. We
need to begin right now.”

“Right now?” she squeaked. “Tae, I’m
working
.”

He sighed. “Really, slave. You’re just compounding the
situation. You know better than to call me by name.”

“I’m sorry. But—”

“No buts. Well, maybe later.” He chuckled at his joke. “For
the time being, you’d better behave. Follow my directions exactly. And call me
Master or Sir. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“That’s better. Are you ready?”

She sighed loudly enough for him to hear.

“All right. Take one of the roses—careful of the thorns—and
your cell phone, and go to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom?” The bathroom was so…public.

“Bella…”

“Okay.” She readjusted her Bluetooth in her ear, pulled one
rose from the bouquet and headed down the hall, nodding at her coworkers as she
passed. She pushed open the door to the ladies’ room and was mortified to see
two of her employees chatting at the sink.

“Are you there?”

“Yes.”

“Are you alone?”

“No.”

“Excellent.” She hated the evil chortle in his voice. “Go
into one of the stalls.”

“Yes. That is done.” She winced as her words echoed through
the room.

“Okay. Lift up your skirt.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Pull down your panties.”

“Okay.”

“Stroke your slit with the rose.”

Oh lord.
She lowered the velvet petals to her pussy
and did as he asked. The rose was silky and soft and lapped at her like a
tongue. Heat slashed through her. What she was doing—in public—was so
damn…illicit. She forced herself to be mindful of where she was. It wouldn’t do
to moan in ecstasy and call him Master…with Sue and Linda listening in. It was
a challenge to remain grounded in the real world when the fantasy they were creating
was so much more alluring.

She cleared her throat. “Yes Sir, we have completed that
task.”

He chuckled. “Are you wet?”

“Absolutely.”

Suddenly, he sounded breathless. “Okay. Do it again.”

“Yes Sir.”

A strangled groan.

“Ah, baby. I wish I were there.”

“Yes Sir. I agree.”

His growl rumbled through the phone. “Hell. Enough of this.
Pull your panties up.”

“Yes Sir.”

“No. Not just up. Pull them all the way up. I want them
jammed into your slit, rubbing against your clit for the rest of the day. I
want you thinking about how hot, how wet you are until five. I want you panting
by the time you get home. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And don’t touch yourself.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Don’t you dare touch yourself. Not until I
get home. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Oh. He was an evil, evil man.

Bella could hear her employees chatting just over the wall.
She gritted her teeth. “Yes Sir.”

“Very nice. But don’t think I’ve forgotten your punishment.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” Not that she wanted to
know. But she did.

He laughed. “You’re making me dinner.”

“What?” She wasn’t exactly handy in the kitchen. He
knew
that. The only kitchen implement she even knew where to find was that slotted
spatula.

“Now, now Bella, don’t sound so panicked. Go back to your
office. I’ll dictate a shopping list.”

She tried not to laugh at the way he said
dictate
.

She exited the bathroom, making it a point to catch and hold
the eyes of her employees. Her expression was clear. It said,
Why are you
dawdling in the bathroom?
They scattered.

When she got back to her office, she closed the door again
and grabbed a pad and pencil. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Are you?” His voice thrummed over the line.

“Yes.” And then as an afterthought, “Sir.”

“Okay. Pick up some carrots and celery, onions and beef
chunks. Some potatoes, vegetable oil, merlot, sour cream—”

“Sour cream?”

“For the sauce. Don’t interrupt. You should also get
Worcestershire sauce, cream cheese, oh, and I need a new toothbrush.”

Bella’s brow wrinkled. This was starting to sound like a
grocery list. Not a sex list. He knew she hated grocery shopping. “A new
toothbrush?”

“Yeah. You know the kind I like, the electric ones?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Great. Oh. And I think we’re out of bread.”

Blech.
It
was
a shopping list. “Do you really
have anything planned for tonight or is this just a very transparent attempt to
domesticate
me?” She spat the word but Tae just laughed.

“Baby,” he said. “I knew who you were when I married you. I
don’t want to change a damn thing about you.”

“Really?”

“Really. I love you, just the way you are.”

“You do?”

He chuckled. “Yep. Don’t you see? If you were domesticated,
this wouldn’t be half as much fun.”

* * * * *

Bella picked up all the stupid items on his stupid list and
made it home by five, juggling the bags and her flowers in her arms. She was
impatient and annoyed and starting to suspect that, despite his placating
words, he was going to try to make her cook dinner.

You would think he’d have learned by now.

She entered the house through the garage and dumped the bags
on the counter. When she saw a note and a wrapped package on the butcher’s
block, her heart skittered.

The envelope was addressed to “my slave”. Bella laughed and
opened it.

Tae was certainly enjoying this.

The note inside was a numbered list. The first item made her
laughter falter.
Strip naked and put on the apron—panties on the counter.
She frowned at the package. The apron? She tore it open and grimaced. It
was
an apron.

Ick.

It was a lovely apron, made of delicate white lace, long
enough to cover her upper thighs, but only just. And while it was quite pretty,
it was so
domesticated
. It screamed
dutiful wife
.

But if that was Tae’s fantasy…

She closed the curtains in the kitchen and slipped out of
her business suit and, because he would expect it, her bra. But she left her
heels on. He’d like that.

As he commanded, she took off her panties, wincing as she
eased them out of her slit. They were wet. They’d sawed on her nerves all day.
She grimaced and dropped them on the countertop.

Bella slipped the loop of the apron over her head and let it
fall. Oh, innocent and sweet, it seemed. It was deceptive. The lace, as it
settled over her nipples, was harsh, scraping at her sanity. She ignored the
tremor that passed through her and picked up the list again. It was kind of
long. She knew she had to get it all done before he got home.

Or else.

The next item was fairly simple.
Scrub and chop the
celery.
Well, it was easy once she found the vegetable brush. And the
cutting board. And a knife. She didn’t spend a lot of time in the kitchen,
after all.

Then she had to wash and peel the potatoes and cut them into
little cubes.

She diligently followed the list, slicing the onions and
peeling the carrots and then…

The next item nearly made her drop the peeler.
Oil up one
of those carrots and slip it into your ass. Chop the rest.

Damn, he was specific.

She glared at the carrots arranged on the butcher’s block.
She was tempted to take the smallest one but she knew better. Instead, she
picked out the fattest—a true beast. If she’d only known where it was going,
she’d have been more careful in her selection at the store.

Slowly, she lubed it up with the vegetable oil and, wincing,
eased it into her ass. Lord, it was big. And hard. And cold. She clenched
around it and it bobbled. She braced herself against the butcher’s block,
trying desperately to relax. Once she regained her equilibrium, or some
semblance of it, she chopped the other carrots and smoothed them into a pile.

All the while she was aware of the hard invader, the
pressure in her ass.

Trembling, she picked up the list again. The next item said,
Take two fingers of cream cheese and smear it all over your clit
.

She glared at the cream cheese. It was a hard block—and
cold, as it had come straight from the dairy case. But she complied, moaning
and twitching as the thick, cool cream mingled with her own. Her clit was cold
and burning hot at the same time.

Damn Tae
, she thought.
He better get home soon.

He had other tasks for her—opening the merlot to let it
breathe, making a roux of sour cream and broth. Each chore was excruciating
because all she could really focus on was the fat rod up her ass and the cream
cheese melting on her thighs.

By the time she heard the garage door rumble open, she was
ready to crumble.