Chapter 39: Damian

I sit her ass on a high bench and go to my knees to remove her boots. I take my time and massage the instep of each foot because I know this is her first time back in heels. She makes small sounds, which are nothing compared to the ones she'll be singing later. I rise and pull her forward so she's standing in front of me. I unzip her skirt and slowly peel the material over her hips. Naughty, naughty girl. She's completely bare from waist down. I turn her around and unclip her bra, sliding the straps over her arms until it falls to the floor. Taking her hand, I lead her to the cross, secure her so she's facing me and place a blindfold over her eyes.
I leave her in all her beautiful glory and turn on soft sultry music to set the scene. I want her thinking about what's coming next while I fetch a few things from our room. The waiting will drive her crazy, which is half the fun. I glance into Abigail's bassinet but she's not there. I check in the nursery and Raul is holding a quiet Abby. Samson is on guard duty next to the rocking chair where Raul is gently gliding back and forth.
"She had a bottle of breast milk and I'll put her down in a minute," Raul whispers.
"Thank you. You and I will have a talk soon about your delay in taking up the nanny position. I'm glad you finally tapped into that brain in your head."
"Yes, Sir." Raul smiles.
I answer him with a smile of my own. "There's a very dirty job I must attend to in the dungeon and this might take most of the night."
His thumb comes up in encouragement. "Enjoy yourself."
My sweet sub turns her head when I walk back into the dungeon. I don't say anything because the silence drives her crazy. She really hates ball gags and we'll see if she survives the night without one.
I move closer and admire her engorged breasts. They must be painful. I slowly trace one finger along the blue vein just under the skin of one hard globe.
"Ahhh, they hurt," she complains.
I pinch her nipple just a bit and the opaque liquid instantly covers my fingertips. "I know and I plan to make them hurt more," I promise.
I lean in and suck gently, drinking her sweet milk. When it flows freely, I place the breast pump around her nipple, turn the machine on, and suction the milk into the attached bottle. Her other breast drips during the entire process.
Only a few years ago I wouldn't have understood my current fascination with breast milk and the eroticism of a nursing wife. Now, I hope Lydia breastfeeds for as long as possible. When the first breast isn't quite as hard, I suck gently on the other to prepare it. She squirms and makes sweet noises of relief as the pressure fades. When both breasts are properly milked, I cap the bottle and date the label. There's a small refrigerator in the corner with an equally small freezer for me to place the milk. I take my time rinsing the pump so it's ready for its next use.
Lydia's foot tapping doesn't escape me, but this is her punishment for making me watch her with tonight's sub after weeks of celibacy. Just thinking about it makes my cock rage again. It's time to play with my naughty wife.
I move up next to her and whisper in her ear, "I'm surprised you've managed to stay quiet."
"Will it do me any good to scream?" Her voice is silky smooth.
I skim my fingers across the flesh of her upper breasts and watch her nipple tighten. "No, but I love when your mouth is filled with a gag or my cock."
"I'm being good, Daddy," she says with obvious manipulation. Lydia is always a bratty sub and we both know it.
"You are, for now. I find myself unable to forget the play scene you performed earlier tonight. I've been saving so many punishments and you did yourself no favors by pulling that stunt."
It's her turn to give me a wicked smile. "I wanted you worked up and your cock hard."
I hold back a groan. "My cock has been hard for six weeks." I remove my hand and move away from her. I grin and pretend not to hear her moan of displeasure.
The next time I approach her, I remove my shoes first so she doesn't hear me. She jumps when I place the cold metal of a nipple clamp against her skin. "These are tweezer clamps and shouldn't be too uncomfortable or cause problems with your milk production." I studied the subject in preparation for our return to kinky play.
"Daddy did his homework," she says. A low moan follows as I attach the first clamp and then the other.
Next, I grab my favorite toy. It's a vibrating butt plug and it always leaves her a squirting mess. I liberally lube the plug and my fingers. I place my hand between the cross and her ass cheeks to tip her farther out so I can play with her ass a little before sliding the plug in. Her hips jerk at the contact.
"It's probably uncomfortable because you've had no action back here for a while," I tell her just to piss her off.
My statement does the trick. "It's hurts because Daddy isn't playing anywhere else."
"Hmm," I contemplate. "I'll take that under advisement."
I slide another finger inside and she wiggles as her body becomes accustomed to the stretch. When I know she's ready, I replace my fingers with the plug, which is much bigger than she likes.
"Ahh, you bastard," she moans when it's finally seated properly.
"You're one word away from the gag," I warn.
Her teeth clamp shut. I leave her alone once the plug is in place and wash my hands before choosing another toy. "These clamps have a little more bite but I want your pussy open for the flogger."
Back in the early days of taking over my father's sex toy company, I designed these babies. They consist of two soft straps of leather with Velcro. Each has a clamp attached, which I use to spread her red, swollen pussy lips.
I pick up one of the soft floggers. I can be gentle with it or cause a bit of sting if she misbehaves. The first strike hits her belly and she squeals.
"Does my sweet little sub like that?"
"Yes." Her breath huffs out when I strike the side of her hip.
The displayed folds of her pussy are waiting, but they will continue to wait. I switch targets between her stomach, hips, and thighs. Occasionally I softly strike her breasts knowing the nipple clamps add to the sensation. It takes fifteen minutes before she starts begging.
"Please, oh God, please I need to come."
It's exactly what I've been waiting for. I click the switch on the remote in my pocket and the butt plug vibrates.
Her hips thrust forward. "Arghhh, please, ahhhh."
The next two strikes of the flogger land on her dripping pussy and I switch off the vibrator.
Between gasps for air, my sweet wife shows her true colors. "Fuck you, I'm punished already, please just fuck me. I'll suck you off if you want, but please FUCK me. Now!"
I turn the anal plug back on and cross my arms to watch her buck against the restraints. I switch off the plug when she's about to lose her shit. Her scream of frustration is long and loud. I move directly in front of her and go to my knees. Her pussy is so damn swollen. I re-adjust the pussy clamps from back to front and hit the switch on the plug as soon as they're where I want them.
She grinds her hips, unable to find relief. She stays quiet, though, and I know she's going inside her head to concentrate on having an orgasm whether I want her to or not. I turn off the plug and remove the clamps from her nipples, which hurts like a bitch when all the blood rushes back to them. When she stops moaning, I unstrap her legs and then her arms until she slumps against me.
"I'm carrying you to the spanking bench. No wiggling." Her heavy breathing is my only answer. I arrange her on her stomach on the bench with her legs spread and the clamps pulling on her drenched pussy.
I place a steadying hand on her lower back. "I'm doing the counting because each transgression you've committed over the past few months is stored in my brain. I'll know when I'm done."
Her voice trembles and tears slide down her cheeks. "Are you going to fuck me when you're finished with my punishment?"
My balls tighten at her desperation. "I'm thinking about it."
"You had better think hard."
My palm lands with a sharp thwap at her disrespectful tone. And it begins. I mentally count every transgression. Her potty mouth gains her ten; stubbornness, refusal to follow my orders in the bedroom, driving me crazy every chance she gets, and last but not least tonight's misadventures account for the rest. Every cry helps me regain that Dom head space I've been missing. She's begging when I count the last ten out loud. She hasn't used her safe word and I'm proud of her.
"We're almost done, sweetness, but I just remembered something." I turn on the butt plug and give her the final five. "I don't know about you but I feel better," I say when I'm done. Yeah that's a lie. My cock is one swollen nerve set to explode at the slightest touch.
"Fuck you," she gasps like the Lydia I know so well.
"Oh, I think you will." I quickly remove my clothes and last but not least, I take out the butt plug. In one steady thrust I bury my cock in her ass until I'm balls deep.
"You feel so fucking good," I groan against her back.
"Please just give me a minute. Please," she begs desperately.
"Oh, sweetness. Your punishment's over, so I can afford to be nice." I trail kisses across the center of her back to gain control of myself. I grab the clamps on her pussy and pull them off. Blood quickly rushes into the lips of her pussy and she arches against me.
"That wasn't nice," she hisses.
"But this is." I pull out and push back inside the tight channel that's squeezing my cock. She's so damn snug and the pressure in my balls increases. I work myself in and out finding a steady pace that leaves us both gasping for air.
"Please, Master, may I come?" She's shuddering beneath me.
"Yes, come for me, sweet Lydia." The heavy contraction in her ass makes me increase my thrusts but she's past caring. I can no longer hold back and my cock explodes with pent-up need. Our moans and animalistic sounds fill the room. So damn good. This woman is everything I've ever needed. I collapse against her back and hold her as tightly as I can without hurting her.
Eventually, we head to the shower and I gently wash her from head to toe. "Do you need to pump?" I ask when I feel her breasts are hard again.
She smiles softly, totally replete in sub zone. "I would prefer your kinky lips do the work."
Between nipping kisses, I tell her exactly what I think about my current job. "My kinky mouth will always be at your disposal. I love you and I'm so glad you're ready for me because Daddy's hungry."
Her sighs of pleasure fill the shower.