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Sunday, December 1, 2013

BOOK IV - Chapter XVII - Christian and Anastasia Fanfiction

CHAPTER XVII

TOTAL SURRENDER

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge are all founded on lust.
Marquis De Sade

(I've posted 2 chapters today. Please read chapter 16 first)


“Wait for me by Taylor and Sawyer baby,” I say letting her out of Flynn’s office. She looks at me with worried eyes. I give her a reassuring smile. Once she walks out, I close the door behind her. The smile is gone from my face. My eyes harden, determined, cold shards of ice.

“What’s wrong John?”

“I like you to keep an eye on Anastasia. Her emotions seem fragile. She has had intense events plague her life recently and her cup may just be full. Meeting you, introduction to your life style, getting married, getting pregnant, her father’s accident, getting kidnapped, near death experience, and now the paparazzi hounding her…”

“Are you trying to say, I’m too much for her, that I’m the cause of the problems plaguing my wife?”

“No, Christian. Life happens. Going by what you have relayed me about Ana, if she hasn’t met you, she might have been raped by her friend, Mr. Rodriguez after a drunken stupor. She would still get a job at SIP, and she might have been abused by her former boss and without a protector, she might have been trapped not knowing how to deal with him. Worse yet, she might have been like one of the other assistants who ended up on a sordid sex tape. Her father would still have the car accident, and she may or may not have gotten him the best care. Those things would still have happened with very undesirable outcomes. And as for pregnancy, unprotected sex leads to pregnancy. She could have gotten pregnant either by Mr. Rodriguez’s assault or her boss’. All pregnancy takes is one unprotected sex, and as you can attest to it, even protected sex may result in pregnancy,” he says and rage washes over me like hot, scalding water, bringing me to the brink of no control. All he said is true. The thought that my wife could have been the victim of numerous misfortunes or attacks by people near her angers me to no end.

“What I’m saying is that all these events could still have happened; and without the help of someone like you who can teach her how to take charge of her life or without your protection, she may have come out unscathed, but that is unlikely given the circumstances. You’re in a position to do that without overwhelming her. Anastasia is a very strong woman. One of the strongest women I’ve known, but pregnancy, especially the first pregnancy can overwhelm a woman physically and emotionally. Several hormones are introduced during pregnancy and some are going to be higher levels which will give her mood swings, depression, sleep disturbances, changing in eating habits, inability to concentrate, morning sickness and a whole list of other things. I need you to give her a sense of control…”

“I can’t lax the security if that’s what you are asking given the hounding she’s been getting from paparazzi and reporters.”

“I’m not asking you to let go of the security measures you’ve put in place to keep her safe. But we each want to be in charge of most aspects of our lives. Even if it is the illusion of control of her choices, give her that, to help lessen her fears.”

I not curtly, wordlessly. I have some ideas. I will teach her to be in control, at least of her own body and mind.

“Anything else?” I ask.

“Yes. Leila has been calling. She wants to come to west to visit couple of her friends during Thanksgiving break. She said she will have time off from school then. She wants to know if it’s alright with you to come this way.”

“Absolutely not! That’s all I need after all this paparazzi shit! If she even tried to get close to Ana at work, or outside someplace, do you know what it would do to her? Or that knowledge of an ex by the paparazzi! They can even make it out like I’m looking for an old fling because my wife’s pregnant.”

“Christian, no one knows that you have exes. As far as anyone is concerned, you’ve been a confirmed bachelor. Even if Leila was to get close to Ana, they could just assume she is a friend of hers.”

“Not likely, John. I can’t take the chance. I gave her the ultimatum, and I’m not backing down. One foot to the west of Mississippi, and all the help is cut off. Nothing! Zip! Nada! I mean it. No one, nothing, ever will jeopardize Anastasia ever again.”

“Alright. I’ll relay that information to her.”

“How is her progress? Have you spoken to her doctor?”

“Her school is giving her a sense of normalcy, a routine. She’s near her parents and from what I hear, they’re loving, caring parents. Her doctor thinks that her progress is on target. I’ve asked the reports after her request. She’s still in love with you, and I told her I didn’t recommend her to come near you, or keep in touch with you. That would be taking several steps back from her progress, and she needs to move forward. She may not be ready to find someone else just yet. She still has a lot of healing to do from her loss. I think, if she comes near you, or gets in touch with you, the contact may regress her. We don’t want her to transfer her emotions from her grief to translate into feelings for you which clearly will not help her to heal and move forward.

But, if she only intends to visit her friends, I don’t see problems with that.”

“John, I told you, I can’t take the chance. She will never come near my wife even if I have to force her to remain on the other side of the country. I have not forgotten the gun she pulled on my wife! I have not forgotten how she freak Mrs. Jones out by opening up a vein. I’ve not forgotten how she freaked me out by coming to Anastasia’s work, and she deliberately ignored my orders to talk to her! No! I know my wife. She will not listen. And I also know Leila who can be very mischievous, and I realize it’s also manipulative even if it’s because she’s in love with me. So, my answer is a definite NO. She may not take half a step the Mississippi! If I hear it from any of my security detail, or anyone with ears on the ground, the help is GONE! I mean it! You saw my wife. You just told me what a fragile state she is in. Do you think I’d let anyone to add to that?”

“It’s your decision, Christian. I will relay the information, and tell her to stay in the east coast.”

“Thank you.”

“Remember to bring Anastasia in, soon. I want to see if there’s any improvements to her nightmares. She needs you, Christian.”

“I know. I’ll do everything in my power to keep her safe.”

“That’s not enough. You need to provide the tools for her that she can do that on her own. When you have children, you don’t walk for them, you don’t eat for them, you don’t do the learning for them. You can however teach, and provide the tools for the person to learn or improve the skills. All you have to do is to teach her, because you’ve been dealing with media for a long time and give her the tools to deal with them. She will surprise you. She’s a remarkable woman,” Dr. Flynn says.

“That she is John. She’s outstanding. Her strength takes my breath away. Thank you, John,” I respond.

“See you next week then if you have time,” he says extending his hand which I take gladly.

*****      *****


The ride to home is silent. We’re each lost in our thoughts. I’m determined more than ever to teach her how to be in charge of the fuckers who swarm around her. Taylor drops us off in front of the elevators. Sawyer rides up the elevators with us. I hold her hand in mine firmly as if to reassure her I won’t ever walk away from her, or let someone else to pluck her away from me. When the elevator doors ding open, we step out into the foyer of our apartment. I dismiss Sawyer then turn to my wife trapping her both with my gaze and with my body.


“Are you tired or unwell?” I ask.

“No, I took a long nap, remember?” she replies smiling expectantly.

“Good. I want you to go to the playroom, baby. And I want you to kneel by the door with only your panties on,” I murmur lasciviously. Her eyes brighten, her breath catches.

“You’re not teasing me like you did earlier, are you?” she asks suspiciously.

“No. No games. Well, not until we get to the playroom, anyway.”

“Are we going to continue our lessons?” she asks hopeful.

“Perhaps. Depends if you’re up for a challenge,” I say offhandedly. “Are you up for a challenge Mrs. Grey? Do you think you can handle it?”

“I thought I’ve proven this afternoon that I could handle any challenge you can dish out at me, Mr. Grey,” she responds.  

“Yes, but what I have in mind is something we’ve never tried before. We are going to do anal play… That is if you think you can handle it. I’ve told you before baby, I’m going to claim your delectable derriere and tonight’s the night,” I whisper licking the shell of her ear. She closes her eyes in pure please.

“Yes… sir,” escapes her lips.



“Good girl,” I say pulling her lush mouth to mine. Every nerve ending is alert on my body. When I pull her sumptuous body, her breasts still growing with pregnancy press into my body. Having a glimpse into her mind and knowing how deeply she loves me, profoundly affect me. Barely controlling my shaking hands, I pull her closer to me, still.

“I want you to kiss me,” I order. I could kiss her for days, but I want her to take the initiative. Show me the depth of her craving for me; take what she needs of me at this moment, because she’s going to relinquish that freedom momentarily. She bites her lower lip first, then places tender kisses across my eyelids, making me groan. The fever from her touch heats my blood, and burns me. Her feather light kisses continue down to my cheek, my jaw line, and the corner of my lips.



“Do you have any idea, what I’ve gone through in the last hour when I found out the depth of your fears?” I whisper with agony, closing my eyes. Anastasia licks the corner of my mouth.

“Perhaps you understand how I feel knowing your fears of losing me, Christian,” she says drifting her tongue across my lips.

“I didn’t like it. I know my own fears. I couldn’t bear it if you had similar torments.”

“Don’t you want me to share my fears?” she asks as she nips at my throat. I groan. My erection jerks between her legs.

“Don’t toy with me, Ana. You know I want you to tell me everything. I crave to know everything that goes through you beautiful head! I want to know your desires, wishes, fears, wants. I want know them so fully and want to possess you so completely, even though you’re my wife, and mine alone, I still want to ruin you for any other man who has eyes for you. I know that this isn’t what the good doctor likes to hear. Maybe it’s not what you want to hear…” I say as her tongue trails up my throat. “But I’m a man possessed by his wife, in love with her so completely, isn’t it only fair that I get to reciprocate?”

Her lips continue to tease me. I groan, and cut her ministrations with a hard kiss which she returns with equal ardor. Her body soft and hot, fitting into mine like a glove. My tongue swirls greedily and urgently in her mouth. Her hands travel into my hair, twisting and pulling. I lift her body up and tilt her head to better seal my mouth over hers, caressing her lower lip, catching it between my teeth, sucking and nipping it. Then I lick with my tongue gently to soothe the sting.
By the time we break the kiss, we’re consumed in each other, oblivious to our surroundings. I notice Taylor stealthily move away from the foyer, and retreat into his office. Anastasia doesn’t even realize his presence.

“I’d risk everything for you. I love you, Anastasia Grey. Are you ready for the challenge I have I have in mind for you?”

“Nothing from my hard limits?”

“Of course not! Ana, this is not about breaking you down, or disregarding your limits. But I want to us to explore your limits and teach you control over your body and your mind. Lesson continued… Did you like the earlier lesson?”

“Yes!” she breathes.

“Yes, what?” I chastise her with a slap on her buttocks.

“Yes, sir!”

“Now, go to the playroom.”

And she leaves the foyer with excitement.   

*****      *****

 When I enter into the playroom, Anastasia kneeled down by the door. Her chestnut hair falling in a thick curtain over her breasts full of shinny luster, creating a heavenly vision. Her head is cast down. Her fingers splayed on her knees. I don’t speak to her. I walk towards the wall with the cabinet where I have my suspension ropes contained. I don’t want to suspend Anastasia, but I want to restrain her, make her feel completely helpless so not only she surrenders her body to me, but she learns to take possession of her own mind, and consequently her own body, controlling them both. I’m still shaken that she hid the contents of her nightmares from me. I need her to surrender to me willingly. I want her to completely, absolutely, wholly, utterly trust me with her mind and body, letting go of her fears and worries, trust me that when she lets me take over the problems that are worrying her, I can protect her, make the problems go away so she can finally breathe, and relax.


I unlock the narrow cabinet. There is an assortment of ropes neatly and innocently hanging inside. I choose the six millimeter red nylon rope. It’s good for beginners, doesn’t chafe, can get slightly loose when used for longer periods, or as the person moves. I want her to understand what it means to completely surrender, lose all the senses except for smell and touch, yet by the loss of all senses, I’d be opening up the doors to a whole set of new senses. Technically, Anastasia is still an anal virgin. Just using the butt plug and the pinkie doesn’t count. I want to fully claim her ass tonight, and give her a very important lesson in control and surrender.

I dock the iPod into the stereo next. Set the song I want to use in the scene, and tuck the remote in my back pocket. Then taking the headphones with the attached antenna to receive the music feed from the stereo in my hand, I walk to the butt drawer. I take the two toys I’d like to utilize from the drawer. Satisfied with the choices, I close the drawer. Then I take three other toys, and grab the scented bottle of oil. And now the toys for the scene I want is complete. I take them to the table, and line them up carefully. I spare a quick glance at Anastasia. She’s waiting patiently, but I think her legs got sore sitting. She tries to shift her position inconspicuously. Her breathing seems to be rapid with her rising expectation. I slowly pad my way to where Anastasia is kneeling. I can feel her gaze drift to my bare feet. She’s drinking the sight in.

“You may look at me Anastasia,” I order. Her eyes slowly glide up my jean clad legs to the top of my jeans with the single undone button, then rising up on my naked torso. Her eyes halt over my abs then over my chest, my lips and finally coming to rest on my eyes. She looks anticipative. Her lips part with sudden desire, and a soft exhale exits her lips. I extend my hand to her.

“Do you have any idea how delectable you look Mrs. Grey?” I ask her, my lips only a breath away from her ear. Her nipples pucker as if a cold breeze ran over them. They’re taut and eager for my touch. She shakes her head, unable to speak a word.

“Turn your back,” I order.


“Yes…” she says at first, but she immediately amends herself, “yes, sir.” I hide a smile. I part her hair in three parts and braid it quickly and tie the end. Giving it a good tug, I pulled her head back and kiss her with velvety soft licks deep in her mouth priming her. Anastasia moans in my mouth.

“Hush now,” I murmur as I cup her breasts, kneading them.

“Do you know what I planned for you tonight?” I say.

“No, sir.”

“We’re going to try something new that we haven’t done before. We’re going to do rope play and I’m going to claim you ass completely,” I explain.

“Will it hurt, sir?”

“I’ve tied you up before, and you’ve been cuffed, and have been effectively immobilized numerous times. This is a different form of restraint, but it is extremely sensual. It requires your full…” I walk around her to face me, “complete…” I caress her face, “trust,” I whisper. “Trust that I will test your limits while caring for you, and take you to the peaks of pleasure you didn’t know existed,” I murmur.


“It will be intense. And I’m going to cut you off from your auditory senses. I will blindfold you. I will push your limits each time, and you will learn to master your body. Learn to feel without relying on your eyes and your ears. Are you ready, Anastasia?” I ask. She nods, dazed. I swat her behind hard. She yelps.

“Yes, sir,” she mutters.

I hold the red nylon rope to her.

“Touch it,” I say. She lifts her hand up to caress the 25’ long rope.

“I another set of ten feet which I will use for your legs.”

“Won’t this be enough for all?”

“No, baby, it won’t. I’ll be using this up in no time, from here,” I run my index fingers in the oppose direction over her shoulders, “…to here,” I say cupping her sex. She closes her eyes, inhaling sharply.

“I’m going to use this rope to wrap it around your torso. It’s called ‘karada’ in Japanese. It’s quite easy to tie. It’s the basic rope harness. It’ll take me about fifteen minutes to tie it. But first, let’s get rid of this,” I say running my hand over the lace of her panties.


I kneel before her and slowly lower her panties running my hands down sensually, giving her a sensory taste. When the panties pool down around her ankles, I let her walk out of them. Then I slowly run my hands up her legs. Reaching up the junction of her thighs, I inhale her scent deeply as I hold her buttocks in my palms. An involuntary shudder goes through her. I dip my tongue between the folds of her blooming sex, tasting her juices. Sealing my lips over her clitoris, I suck. Hard. She moans in a deep husky sound as she holds my shoulders for support. My tongue swirls and tastes her. Finally I pull out, leaving her wanting more, and abruptly rise to my feet to catch her face in my hands, and let her taste her arousal within my kiss. Pulling her body closer to me, I run my straining  erection under my jeans.

When I let her go, I hold the rope up again. Completely breathless, she eyes the rope.

“Fifteen minutes, sir?”

“Yes. It would normally take me about seven minutes, but I want to enjoy the process, and I want you to enjoy it. This is completely new for you. Are you ready Anastasia?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she says blinking. I find the center point of the rope which I drape around the back of my wife’s neck. Then I bring the ends of the rope around one another three times which I will use to create three diamonds to create the rope harness. I then bring the two ends of the rope between her legs as I rub over her sex in the process and then up and apart on the other side in the back. I wrap each end of the rope around her hips and then through the lowest twist in the front. But, I make sure I don’t pull the rope tight because as I work my way up, it will get tighter. I work my way around the front and through the twist doing the same thing one more time.


“Are you comfortable?” I ask as she watches me work the rope expertly. I can see the curiosity in her eyes, and the unspoken jealousy because I have done this to other women. I have longed to do it to her. I love rope play, but I have never enjoyed it as much as I do now.

“Yes, sir. It’s stimulating my clitoris as you are working your way up here,” she points down with her head.

“I’m going to bring the ends of the rope behind you, and then back around your front, and then tie it here,” I say pointing beneath her arms.

“Yes, sir,” she responds excitedly. The rope wraps beneath and above her breasts emphasizing the growing mounds. I can’t help but run my hands over them, and make sure that the ropes caress over her breasts as well. Each touch elicits a sharp intake of breath from her, making her close her eyes to savor the sensation.

“You look simply sensational, baby!” I say admiring my handiwork. I take the rope around her front, and through the topmost twist, then back around behind her again. And on her back I just wrap the ends of the rope around the part where it loops around the back of her. I love this technique because the web I created is quite useful in making handles for grabbing, twisting and pulling.

“I’m not restricting me, sir. It’s like a very sexy, revealing outfit. What’s the rope’s function?”

I smile without a response. She’ll find out soon enough. My only response is pulling her handling the weave right under her breasts, and sealing my lips over hers in a loud, demanding kiss. After releasing her, “Anastasia, I want you to go to the wall, and fetch me the riding crop,” I order. She looks at me confused. “Now!” I command.

“Yes, sir,” she replies and goes to the far wall to get the leather riding crop. As she moves, she feels the rope moves against the sensitive parts of her body, stimulating her sex, creating movement against her inner thighs and buttocks, waking up her nerves buried beneath the layer of fat. The affects are even more stimulating after spanking. She comes back with the riding crop, and lifts it up to hand it to me; she’s already flushed with stimuli.


“Now, kneel on the bed,” I order, and she climbs on top of the four poster bed, kneeling.

“I’m going to frog tie your legs which will completely restrict your legs bending them on the knee, and will force you to remain on your knees, baby,” I whisper.  I take a new piece of rope, the ten footer and wrap with the karada and bring it down on her legs. Passing it under her leg and up around her leg.

“This is going to be very restricting baby. But I want you to surrender yourself to me. I will teach you how to experience… completely experience and prolong your pleasure. That is only achieved with greater control. Do you understand Anastasia?” She nods her head. I slap her buttocks.
“Yes, sir,” she responds.

“You look like a goddess, baby. I am completely turned on, by this sight of you!” I say in awe.


“I will eliminate your senses one by one so that you solely focus on feeling, tuning into my body’s cues for you. The last sense you will lose is hearing. I’m going to blindfold you now,” I whisper near her ear, nipping her earlobe.” I take the blindfold and cover her eyes. After she’s blindfolded, “Open your mouth baby,” I order. She obeys immediately.

“I’m going to put these into your mouth to lubricate them.”

“What are they, sir?” she asks.

“Anal beads,” I reply as she accepts the graduating sizes of silicone beads into the wet warmth of her mouth.



“Now, give me your hand,” I order. She extends her hand out. I put the nipple clamps into her palms, making her feel them. “These are adjustable. I think you can graduate to these,” I tell her. “I will not make them very tight, but tight enough to push you to your sensory limits. She exhales her breath through the beads, and nods. I lean in and capture a nipple into my eager mouth and suck it deeply. Then I take the other nipple between my fingertips, rolling it. I pinch her painfully tight nipples making a groan escapes her lips. She arches her back, thrusting her breast further into my mouth. I tease her nipple, nipping it with my teeth, and then suckle it with long, drawing pulls. Anastasia moans, completely seduced by my desire for her. I take her other nipple into my mouth, and suckle it as I place the nipple clamp over the free nipple while she’s still writhing under my tongue. Finally I place the remaining clamp over the nipple that tightened and elongated begging for more attention within my mouth. I tug the chain that is connecting both the clamps after both nipples are secured.



I stand back and finally turn the iPod on where forty different heavenly voices rise one after another in the Spem in Alium by Thomas Tallis. Anastasia’s head comes up when she hears the sound.  


Spem in Alium – Thomas Tallis

Hiding a smile, I pour the scented oil in the middle of my palm and start rubbing around her buttocks and anus. I pull the handles I’ve created, lifting her buttocks up in the air, forcing her on her knees. Spreading her legs apart, she supports herself on her elbows. My fingers glide over her slit, stroking the lips of her sex. Then I insert the oiled pinkie into her anus gently, circling, softening her.

“I’ll take the beads now,” I say and take them out of her mouth. They’re warm and lubricated. I still put two drops of oil in my palm and run the beads through the warm oil. Finally, massage the rim of her anus again, coaxing, softening and gently insert the beads into her.

“Anastasia, you will feel like you are under a sexual siege. I’m going to dominate and take over all of your senses. Every. Single. One. Of. Them. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, sir.”

 “Now, I’m going to gag you.”

“Gag? Soft limit,” she reminds me.

“I remember. But, do you think you can try it baby? Can you fully trust me and what my body can give you? Can you handle the loss of all senses to make way for the senses I’m going to open up for you?” I ask gently rubbing her exposed sex. “This is what total surrender is, and in return I will teach you to have total control of your mind and your body by controlling multiple sensations. You will be experiencing pleasures you’ve never had before, and I will teach you how to be one body with me at the peak of your pleasures, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes, I can, sir,” she says, her voice breathy. Her body adjusts, and her sex glistens with her cream in anticipation.

“I showed you how the gag works before. You will clamp your teeth on it. You can still breathe through it, baby. If you don’t like it, shake your head, and I’ll take it off. But try it first. Let’s try the total surrender first,” I instruct. I want her to find the mental space to get to when she can’t use words to respond malicious intent like the paparazzi attack and connect with me when verbal communication isn’t possible. I want her to learn how to draw strength from me. She couldn’t do that when she was faced the paparazzi. She couldn’t speak or respond. I want to show her the place in her mind she can climb where she can have nearly absolute control of how she reacts when all the external sensories are shut down or overwhelmed. She can’t achieve that if she does not practice and I intend to overwhelm all of her pleasure senses while restricting her body completely, pushing Anastasia to her very limits in her carnal desires.

“Think how you couldn’t respond even when you had the power of speech. After I put the gag on, I’m going to place the headphones which will receive the music from the iPod. Finally, I will cuff your elbows to your bent ankles. The cuffs will force you on your elbows, your buttocks presented and your legs spread. What a magnificent vision, you are already, Anastasia! Simply breathtaking!” I say rubbing her buttocks.

“All we all clear so far, baby?”

“Yes, sir.”



“This will get very…” I say running my hand over her side as I whisper in her ear, “…very…” I lick the shell of her ear as a moan escapes, her tilting her head back to my shoulder, “…very…” I trail kisses down her throat, “…very intense.” I inhale her scent closing my eyes, running my nose shoulder to shoulder. “I have longed for the absolute, singular connection with you, Anastasia,” I murmur. “When all the external senses are shut down, you will only be in tune with me, baby…” my front is to her back. I run my fingertips over her arms. A shiver goes through her body.

“I have never desired anyone, or anything as much as I desire you right now, Anastasia. You are the love of my life, my soul. I yearn for our souls to connect. Can you give me that baby?”

“Yes…” she responds in a husky lascivious voice.

“Good girl. Now, if you want me to stop, tap with your hand,” I say holding her right hand up in mine, “…three times, And I’ll stop. I’m your husband, your lover, and not your dom. But, we are testing your limits, so it’s important that I know when you’ve reached your limits.” I will be tuning into her body as well, feeling, listening, and connecting. I want our connection to be so perfect, very deep and infinitely intense.

“Open your mouth, and when I put the ball in your mouth, I want you to clamp your teeth on it,” I order.

“Yes, sir.” Once she clamps on the ball, I secure it on the back of her head.  

I place her on her back and secure the leather cuffs to her elbow and to the corresponding knee.

“Oh, baby! You are ravishing! A sumptuous morsel,” I murmur. Holding through the webs I weaved over her body, I quickly turn her over and lift her buttock up in the air. She is now supporting herself on her elbows and her knees.


“Remember, three taps,” I say caressing her right hand, as I lean over her. “Time for the headphones, Ana,” I say and put the headphones cutting her last sense to the outside world aside from touch. I take the riding crop and run it across the length of her body, awakening the only sense she has to the outside world.

Mozart – Requiem

I take the remote control out and switch the song to Mozart’s Requiem. It’s the unexpected. Anastasia shifts forming a triangle from her elbows to her hands. Her legs are forced apart because her elbows pull the frog tied legs. I run the riding crop between her thigh, over her pubic bone, and finally between the fold of her sex, spreading the folds expertly with the tip of the riding crop. I rub her with the tip in a leisurely back and forth glide. Her sex is slick with her juices, insatiable for only what I can give her. A muffled mewl escapes her throat behind the gag.
I stroke her sex, back and forth, spreading the cream into the fold, and back to her anus, slowly, tantalizingly. Then leaning in, I hold her buttocks and thighs with my hands, and gift her sex with a lover’s kiss, primitively, pushing my tongue inside her, stroking her inner walls. My tongue is embraced by the inner walls of her pussy like a sex starved lover. The torment of climbing the peak but keeping it at bay only to prolong and intensify the end result is also the pleasure. I won’t rest until every part of her body feels the sensation. When I feel the contractions building up, I pull back. Her sex is drenched in our comingled juices. I take the riding crop again after running it over her sex, I start raining small flicks over her buttocks, thighs, and sex, utilizing the rope’s pressure point of her body to further stimulate her giving her senses a workout. I make sure that I don’t land the riding crop on the same spot, but I land the flicks without an established pattern. That way her body doesn’t know what to expect, where to expect; this is the best way to get most of her erogenous zones to be stimulated.

I then hold the loop at the end of the anal beads and pull it out one bead at a time slowly in between the flicks. Anastasia tilts her head back in accumulated pleasure. I slowly push the beads back, one bead at a time. She can’t close her legs without pulling her arms. When I feel her sex building up for an orgasm, I stop and squeeze her buttock with my left hand reminding her to hold, savor, escape to a higher level of consciousness and let the pleasure build up for a bigger impact. She takes a deep shaky breath, shuddering. Her bottom is pink, blood collected, ready for an intense orgasm anytime I’m up to deliver it. This is the ripe time to utilize the Hitachi wand. She’s primed. I take the wand and toy with her clit, providing a constant stimulation while pulling the beads in and out.


A muffled ‘please!’ comes out Anastasia. I drop the wand and quickly divest my jeans springing my cock free, and plunge deep into my wife. The primed, creamy walls of her sex sucks the head of my cock, pulling it deep, as if she’s starved for my cock. I pull her to me by weaved web of ropes. This way they awaken all the nerves in all of her erogenous zones the rope is touching: her breasts, underarms, groin, hips, buttocks, thighs. As she attempts to writhe beneath me, the base of my cock kisses the opening of her sex. I pull the anal beads, just one bead at a time, and insert it back at the same time as my cock plunges into her. My balls tighten and slap her clitoris with each plunge, stimulating her, priming her for the quadruple orgasm I am intending to give her simultaneously. I pull my cock back to the tip. It’s coated in our juices from the engorged tip to my large base.

I pull on the weaved ropes on her back, making Anastasia gasp as her sweet sex parts and I encircle her clitoris with the pad of my middle finger. Then pull my cock back to the tip when I feel her reaching her peak, her toes curling before my eyes, her head arching back. I pull away my finger and let my balls do the slapping of her clit. As Anastasia reaches her climax when my cock is deep inside her tissues, fighting to claim every burning inch of me, I pull her nipple clamps, releasing her nipples of their captivity. A deeply pleasured moan escapes her as she pushes her buttock to accept my cock further in. In her mid-orgasm, I pull the anal beads out. And closing my eyes, I slam into her again and again. Letting her waves of orgasm claim me, and go into a frenzy to suck me dry. The first spurt of semen shoots out of my cock thick and hot into my wife’s sex. With a flex of my cock, I pull out and place my cock over her throbbing anus, and slowly insert my cream and semen covered erection into her ass inch by inch. The slick thickness of my cock slides into her anus like a custom made glove. I seat myself to the hilt inside her. The pulses going through her thickens my cock again, and slowly I push in and out of her ass, claiming my wife’s derriere. Her anus hugs my length, my balls slapping onto her clit again, eliciting another orgasm. She pushes back into me, and with the way she positions her body, she is asking me to hold just at that angle.

I hold. She managed to communicate with me even when all her sensories were shut down. With a swivel of my hips I stroked the point she wants pleasured with the throbbing tip of my cock. She moans again. Our bodies are covered with sheen of sweat. The sound of my balls hitting onto her sex, the rhythmic strokes of my cock over and over again on the deep spot inside her, the smell of our united scents, the musky scent of sex, intoxicating, the moans of Anastasia’s pleasure only spurs me further. I close my eyes, and I see her in my mind, smell her, the sounds of ecstasy spilling from her lips are always in my mind, even when I’m working. At this moment, we are one, body and soul. Her anus eagerly suckles my cock, and this time we reach our peak together, finally spilling every drop of semen flooding her. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and we’re lost in one another again.

When my nerves connect with my brain again, I pull out of her and semen spills with the vacuum left behind my cock. I quickly undo the ties, and unbuckle the cuffs confining my wife. I rub her legs encouraging circulation. Next, I take off the ball gag, and finally her blindfolds.

“Welcome back,” I murmur with a warm gaze.

“How was that for total surrender?”


“Kinkiest fuckery I ever had,” she says with awe in her gaze. “And it was simply heaven,” she adds with heavy lids, yawning.

“Just hold me now, husband.”


“Yes, ma’am.” I say and wrap my arms around her torso, spooning her. Her hands go to her belly, and mine covers hers, protecting the life we created together; our baby.

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