Please Me: Parisian Punishment (6 page)

“Pierre, it was magic. Like my orgasm was cradled within a blanket of you. You were everywhere, inside me, surrounding me.” Her eyes were unfocused and though she looked in his direction he knew she couldn’t see him. Instead, she saw something else or maybe nothing at all.

Pierre was at one with his inamorata, the sole woman of his fantasies, and the love of his life. Yet all he could think about was being inside of her and stealing the vestiges of her of flight into sub space vicariously through where his cock would meet her all too willing flesh. He didn’t give her any warning as he just lifted her hips slightly and forged the head of him within her wet-hot pussy. Her breath hitched and she said his name as if it was a prayer. Pierre honest-to-god shook from torment as Shari’s hot pussy fisted around him with an overly tight grip as he filled her snatch with the rest of his erection. It wasn’t until the base of his hips met her ass he realized the reason she constricted him so firmly. The plug still jam-packed her rectum and with the added fullness he felt as if his cock was the only place sensations resided within his body. There was no air for a breath. He had no senses beyond the feel of her convulsing around him.

He was on cloud nine and he couldn’t imagine being anywhere but here. He couldn’t fathom being with another woman this way. This was true intimacy and when he imagined that when god created the concept of being one with another person, the deity had full intent that sex was to be just this way. But somewhere along the path of evolution mankind made a left turn and lost all sense of what being in love felt like.

He continued to punch his cock at her in thick gouges and speared her extra tight flesh mercilessly. He couldn’t stop himself, though he knew Shari was coming down from outer space and he should be gentle with their fleshly union. But she accepted every thrust he offered her body and she mewled for more.

“Merde, Pierre!”

“That’s right, chaton. Take it.”
“Ahhh—” Her voice cut off in mid plea and he merely stabbed his cock even deeper. “Pierre I can’t hold back anymore…” The words were a mere whisper and able to be barely heard.

“Did I ask you to Shari?” He asked her, but she seemed too enthralled with the way the collision of their bodies felt to respond. “Admit it, Shari. You love being full to the brim with my cock and this plug.”

He pulled at the base and rotated the rubber beads. Every twist of the handle made her whimper and the pitch escalated until she was nothing more than a nasal whimper emitted every few seconds.

“Do you want me to take you here as well?” She still didn’t respond to his offhand question until he stopped moving altogether. It hurt his feelings to stop their mutual journey towards pleasure, but he would get the answers he sought.

“Oui, Pierre, oui!” She cried loud enough to banish all of the former quiet far away and the words mingled with her cries lustily.
 

It only took a moment for her lose the shred of sanity she had left, to come for him. When he felt the Boa constrictor waves slow into a gnawing ripple, Pierre pulled on the plug and let each pearl pop on exit. The release of pressure gave his cock room to grow and he did. He had one last thick salvo to spear her with. After the last of the pearls forcefully ejected from the dual tugs of his hand and her quickened sex, she fisted the sheets and screamed for bloody murder. The sound was so primal and so satisfied he was given no choice but to come along for the rollercoaster ride.

He tossed the plug away, he cared less where though, and clenched large bunches of her hair in his fists while he bucked in rage at the near endless orgasm that sapped him dry. No life, breath, bones or even presence of mind remained. By the time he stopped his digs into her milking snatch, Shari’s neck was contorted at an angle that appeared awkward not to mention painful. But he saw no sign of complaint or pain on her face, her eyes were closed, and her lips curved in the way of the Mona Lisa. Then her mouth pouted in the way of Eve, as if she had a secret and she would never tell. Her throat emitted pleasured purrs that bespoke praise and he mentally commended his cock for job well done.

Pierre just wanted to go to sleep.

Are You Entertained?

Shari’s mouth tasted of cotton fibers and her hands hurt from her use of the sheets as an earthbound tether. If she thought she was sore this morning, it was nothing compared to now. Every single cell of her body felt… used and in only the best way. All she wanted was to pass out and hope her wrung out pussy would let her fuck her husband again tomorrow.

But he helped her dress or rather she pretended to let him help while he hindered her with his fumbling fingers and wandering hands. She zipped his pants up and they tried to leave the room without falling down in the process. Their stumble downstairs was that of the sex-drunken, as if they both chased J
ä
ger bombs loaded into a keg stand.
 

When they reached the last step she heard applause, the kind that a fabulous performer got when the audience begged for another encore even though the show ended long before. Shari looked left and right in an attempt to see what was so wonderful that the crowd would give it ovation.

That was when Pierre spoke softly. “That is for us.”

“Why?” The word burst forth in a vocal soup of confusion and crackle of dead leaves crushed underfoot.

“Do you really want to find out?”

She nodded and he walked her to the coat check room and handed her the proffered trench.

“Shari, the gold room is for voyeurs. There is a camera and audio feed of everything that happens when the room is in use. The feeds are played on the lower levels on the televisions on each wall. Apparently your first punishment was good entertainment.”
  

“Oh god. You mean everyone saw us?”

“Oui.”

She looked in Charles’ direction and he shrugged. Though under Shari’s careful gaze, he appeared to have enjoyed the video himself. That is if his face was any indication of what the man saw. Shari wanted to be embarrassed, but she couldn’t find it within herself to feel the untoward emotion. She was exhausted and nothing else mattered but reveling in the newfound feelings.

Pierre took her home at that point and they collapsed in bed. It was a night made for rest in the arms of the perfect man and Shari got more than her share. If she was right Pierre did as well, he gave the smallest snorts in his slumber.

Sunday was a day devoted to discovery and they lounged in bed as she took to his commands like a duck to water. They spent the day occupied with orgasms, though Pierre refused her his cock as the icing on the cake.

But Monday morning, Shari awoke to find a corset awaited her along with a tiny thong and heels so high they had to be meant for a fetishist only. She put on the garb and met Pierre at the table after a only a handful of stumbles and mishaps along the way. He offered her breakfast before they had to part for work.

“Today you will serve me along with your meal.”

She had no idea what he intended until she saw him sit one extra-large plate in front of him at the table. He took his seat without a qualm and Shari bent her knees carefully so she wouldn’t fall down. But before she could assume the proscribed position Pierre stopped her.

“Sit on my lap, and face me.” She stood back up and let him aid her into the pose he wanted. When he was done, she sat on top of him her legs spread wide on either side of his. He took complete control and before she could get comfortable he had tugged the thongs to one side of her crotch. His fingers delved inside of her pussy first and when she rocked gently with want he pushed her away just enough to fit his cock inside of her wanton pussy. Shari was game for lovemaking before work, but that seemed to be far from her husband’s intent.

“Have some.” He held fork laden with ham to her lips. She ate the morsel slowly and let her body ask for what she really wanted for breakfast.

Pierre’s forehead beaded with a drop of sweat, but he still fed her and after a moment she began to serve him as well. For her, the whole exchange had become a game of sorts and she would parcel a small bite of food first. Then she would beseech him for the fuck both of them wanted with deliberate extortion as she attempted to milk his cock dry without a single thrust between them.

“Shari, if you make me change my plans for how this morning is supposed to go…” His words trailed off as if he gave her a Mafioso threat. Mmm, how she loved this man.

“Sir?” She asked in the manner that she knew he preferred during their Dominant and Submissive exchanges.

“Yes, you can speak Shari.”

“What would you do to me Sir?” Her use of the honorific bled into a southern honeyed drawl and she watched his Adam’s apple bob from a too thick swallow.

“Fuck you of course. But I will make sure to make it hurt when I do.”

Shari felt her eyes widen as her soaked cunt walls convulsed helplessly from the carnal threat and his cock inside of her expanded a fraction. She was about to be in so much trouble, but she couldn’t stop herself from a swift swivel of her hips even with his growled promises of sexual torture.
 

Pierre forgot about the food and fucked her against the table angrily. Shari hissed and bared her teeth at him the entire time. Just as he promised, it did hurt as he used her with vehemence and unerring control. There was no form of mercy in the midst of this fuck and actually, she wanted none either. She came when he did, and he slapped her ass when their bodies finally coasted to a stop.

“Je
e
aime, Sharisse.”

“I love you too, Pierre.” Shari practically purred from satisfaction.

I am a lucky woman.

Jennifer Willows is the pen name of a new up and coming romance author who prefers the Multicultural and BDSM genres. She is a newbie single and a pro at being a mother of two. She still fixes other people’s mistakes by day, but she makes plenty of time to write at night. No website yet, but just be on the lookout it will be coming
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Happy reading!

Jennifer

Also by Jennifer Willows:

Another Man’s Woman

Please Me: Parisian Passion (Pt. One)

Please Me: Parisian Punishment (Pt. Two)

The Virgin Chronicles

Published by SirenBookstrand:

Bound by Accident (Book One of the Moreland Brothers)

Lust for Life (Book Two of the Moreland Brothers)

A Harem of One (Book Three of the Moreland Brothers)