The Pastor’s Wife: Chapter Two conclusion

“Now, I want you to jerk off for me. Spread your lips open and slowly massage your clit with both thumbs. You’re not to break eye contact, understand?”

She nodded. She was so wet and slippery it was hard to grasp her labia even with her fingers fully splayed out. The first pressure on her engorged button made her gasp and moan and she paused to catch a breath..

His expression didn’t change as he slapped the inside of her thigh hard. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”

For what seemed forever the rest of the world went away completely as he slowly and deliberately made her climb the slope to release, balance on the edge, and then slide down to the bottom and start over again. And again, and again, as his hands owned her, roughly grabbing her ass, pinching her swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, the sharp bursts of pain going straight to her groin.

And somewhere between the second or third ascent she surrendered all shame and inhibition to his calm and relentless gaze. She grimaced and panted, whimpered, groaned and begged shamelessly for release as she grew more lightheaded and the aching fullness in her belly grew bigger and bigger…

“Stop” She slumped, panting and suddenly exhausted..

“Are you ready to come like a whore, Mrs. Gilmore?”

“Yes” Please, sweet Jesus…

“Would you do almost anything to get some relief right now?”

“Yes” And that was true. “Good girl.” A faint smile.

“There’s a couple more things you’ve got to do to earn it.”

He reached behind him on the bed and got her black lacy panties, which he quickly rolled up into a ball. Funny that she hadn’t noticed him putting them there earlier.

“Open wide and keep your mouth open” He eventually worked the entire ball of fabric behind her lips but her cheeks bulged out in a way that must have looked cartoonish and humiliating.

He reached behind again and dragged out a small gym bag, from the side pocket of which he took a small tube that looked like ointment.

Dazed as she was, she at first didn’t realize why he was spreading the lotion from the tube over his left thumb, but then she got it. He was going to sodomize her with it. No foreign non-medical object had ever been up there…..

She grabbed his hand and he landed another hard slap on her bare thigh, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head forward until they were literally nose to nose. His face was fierce and hard and so was the whisper…

“Were you lyin’ when you said you trusted me to know what you need?” She shook her head.

“Were you lyin’ when you said you’d do what you’re told?”

“Mmm..mmm.”

“Then get your fuckin’ hands back in that pussy and don’t move another muscle until I tell you to!”

His left hand disappeared under her and with a start she felt the slick tip of his thumb against her tight entrance.

“Now start again –really slow..”

As her hips undulated in time with the rhythm of her teasing strokes he pressed his thumb upward, rotating and thrusting against the entrance until it gradually yielded and opened to him. He grinned as her eyes widened above the gag and she gasped and groaned as he began to fuck her asshole with it.

“Don’t know what to make of it, do ya?”

She shook her head. It was a strange mix of fullness, pain and pleasure in her rear that competed with the ache in her groin that had grown again quickly to overwhelming urgency. Her breath quickened and she rubbed harder.

“Eyes on me” At the same time her swollen pussy was abruptly  and deeply penetrated by what felt like two fingers which pushed her at last over the edge into a monster orgasm, the intense spasms in her groin clenching the muscles around the fingers in each hole, in turn sending new waves of pleasure back to her clit. She screamed into the gag and bit down hard on it and kept screaming as he fucked her hard and fast with thumb and fingers.

The spasms kept coming even after he told her to stop touching herself and withdrew his fingers. He put both hands on her buttocks and pulled her in against him, holding her tight as she slumped in utter exhaustion, boneless, spent and panting. It was a long minute or so until her mind was coherent enough to register the fact that this had been the most intense and prolonged orgasm ever….

All at once he stood up, still holding her, turned around and laid her on her back on the bed, motioning her to slide up to the headboard where he had arranged some pillows for her to lie on. Good, this was probably the part where he got undressed and they snuggled and maybe had regular intercourse before leaving, right?

Instead without a word he pulled duct tape, rope, scissors and a sports bottle from the gym bag and quickly lashed both her wrists to the top bar of the metal headboard. He then pulled the sopping panties from her mouth, gave her a drink from the bottle, replaced the gag and plastered three strips of duct tape over her mouth and chin. She might have struggled or at least asked a question if not mentally blank and drugged with post orgasm lassitude.

Instead, she watched almost with detachment as he took each ankle, pulled it out and up and lashed it to the headboard, leaving her spread wide, completely exposed and elevated on the pillows under her rear. A little tendril of anxiety slithered out from under her trancelike blanket of satiation..what next?