Chapter 17

“… and I don’t know what your problem is now, Sue. You act strange lately” Mart noted on his way back to the bathroom one night. They were having the usual endless fight about him not being home enough.

“Martin…” Sue calmed down her voice and folded her arms in front of her chest as she was sitting on the edge of their bed, her legs crossed “Come back here. Now!”

Her husband swallowed hard and froze. She used THAT voice… The voice he could never resist and usually made him run to her like a puppy. That was the voice which gave him so much painful and dirty pleasures during the long years they’ve spent together. Surely Sue knew how to use her power over him. Because she still had him. And if she was in the mood and was patient enough, she knew perfectly how to handle Martin.

“I can’t see you coming… my bad little pet…” she continued on a honeyed voice and Martin started sweating. He knew what this meant: he was a very bad dog and if he doesn’t go right away…

Sue’s full lips pulled into a small smile as she spotted the slim man in the bathroom door. She didn’t move just looked up at him with her dangerously glistening eyes and watched as he swallowed hard. “On all fours, now!” And he obeyed. “Now crawl here, you bad cur!” she ordered and watched as the blonde man did what he was told. When he reached her, she slightly lifted one leg to lift his chin with her naked toes “Who am I?”

“My Mistress…” Martin whispered.

“Who? I cannot hear it clearly!”

“MY MISTRESS!” he spoke up.

“Correct. And this means that you do what I tell you to do, am I right?”

“Yes.”

“And this includes that you answer when I ask you, doesn’t it?”

“It does” he looked into the strict dark eyes with submission. He couldn’t help it, it was in his nature. The need to be dominated by a strong woman (or man) was still strong in him, though he heard that new faint little voice that tried to encourage him to disobey, but he suppressed it. He still loved it when Sue acted as his Mistress. Because she was his Mistress. Still. When it came to these “adult games”, his personality switched too to that addicted underdog, who needed her, who wanted to please her so badly and receive her punishment or enjoy what she could give. But this time it seemed to him that some juicy punishment will be on the table tonight.

“Good. Then take off your T-shirt.”

Martin pulled it over his head without any hesitation and let his hands fall back next to his sides as he looked up at her.

“Now that we cleared this…” she began and ran her foot along a purple bite mark and a scratch “… it’s time for you to finally tell me where you got these and the previous ones that you tried to hide in vain.”

Martin froze again. What should he say? He cannot tell her the truth that his workmate is his male lover who fucks him anytime the situation allows it… Although Sue knows about his bisexuality, since they’ve got married he didn’t really dare to seek for pleasures elsewhere. And when he occasionally did, his wife just saw through him and knew it. And he just knelt at her feet and begged for her not to leave him. He loved her on his own way, because during all these years she was able to give him what he wanted, she was ready to fulfill nearly every dark desire he had. But he didn’t want her to know about Dave. And this time he won’t let her see through him. Because the forming relationship between him and the singer was special to him – not to mention that different too. He was a man, after all.

“I… I… I started to go to a BDSM club” he quickly said the first thing that came into his mind and sounded believable then he bent his head as if in regret, but he just wanted to avoid eye-contact.

Sue raised an eyebrow and slid her toes under his chin again to make him look at her. “Hmm…” she smiled to herself “… this is what you need?”

“Uhm… yes” he nodded.

“So… you say that your Mistress is not good enough for you?” she frowned and stood up to tower over him.

“No! I didn’t mean…” he started to protest when he realized that he walked into her trap.

“It’s too late, you ungrateful bitch!” she grabbed the messy blonde curls “What can they do to you that I can’t?!” she dragged him around the bed, still on all fours. “You are a greedy prick” she said coldly “You know what comes now, right?” she asked while she made him kneel on the bed, his head facing the headboard, and she quickly tied his hands up.

“My deserved punishment!” Martin said on a shaky voice in total submission, but inside he was glad that she believed his lie.

“That’s right, cur!” she said and Martin heard as her clothes landed one by one on the floor then she went to the drawer where she kept her toys. “No foreplay, just some lubricant, I think…” she said on a musing tone and an evil smile ran across her face.

Martin waited for his punishment patiently and let his wife pull down his boxers. His semi-hard cock jerked when he felt a familiar wet thing by his hole and he tried to relax his muscles as much as he was able to.

“We’ll spend quite some time with this toy, so prepare yourself…” she hissed on a deep tone and smiled evilly. Mart felt her kneel behind him and from the angle he realized that she was wearing the strap-on dildo and guessed that she’ll fuck him senseless with that first and then… who knows what she’ll come up with…

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“What’s up, Mart? You look exhausted and as I see… you walk a bit funny” Dave chuckled next day when he entered the studio.

“Uhm… I didn’t catch too much sleep last night.”

“What happened?” he asked still smiling “The missus again?”

“Yeah, she went wild and finished me off again…” he sighed and sat down carefully “I’m sore like hell.”

“Another punishment?”

“Yeah. I guess she suspected that I fuck around. And now she confronted me.”

“And?”

“She made me talk.”

“What the…?” Dave turned serious and frowned.

“Don’t worry, I lied to her” Mart said quickly and tried to change the subject “So did you manage to write the last verse for ‘Deep within’?”

“What did you tell her?” Dave asked, avoiding the question.

“Uhm…” Mart hesitated for a moment then shrugged “… that lately I’ve started to go to a BDSM club, hence the bruises and bite marks. And while she fucked me hard, trying to get more information, I said that… some perverted German people had a meeting there and that’s why I went there in the first place…”

Dave’s body started to shake and finally he burst out laughing loud. “Nooo way!” he chuckled hard, even wiped a tear drop away.

“It’s true, I said this” he smiled at him and shook his head on his reaction.

“This is fan-fucking-tastic!” he giggled “And how did she react?”

“Well, my sore ass and dick is a good answer to that, right?”

“Ehh, yeah, I guess. But she didn’t hurt you, did she? I mean for real…” he looked a bit more serious.

“Of course not. She knows when to stop and she knows me well. I enjoyed it” he shrugged and then started chuckling “But I think I cannot bear this much sex…”

“Yeah, sure, you poor thing! So… you don’t want me to fuck you hard on this very table right now?” Dave joked.

“Stop it please! I don’t want to see a dick or a pussy for some time, thanks!”

This made Dave laugh again “I bet you won’t be able to make a day without them!”

“Hmm… there’s some truth in it…” he winked.

“You perverted old man! Nothing’s enough for you, huh?”

“No, that’s you…”

“True” he nodded with a grin then he let his gaze wander in the studio “Hm…”

“What?” Mart frowned.

“I was wondering…”

“About what?”

“Maybe we should really go to a BDSM club some time… What do you think?”

Mart looked at him with big eyes in his surprise. “You serious about this?”

“Why not? I had visited some here when I was younger and checked out some in NYC too… Don’t you wanna go?”

“I didn’t say that…”

“Hm… then let’s put this into our schedule too! We are nearly ready with the lyrics anyway… we have to celebrate our next success somehow…” he clapped with his hands like a little boy and turned on his laptop to start his research on the topic. Mart just chuckled on him and shook his head again.

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