"Anything. Anything at all," I say emphatically.

"You better mean that," he growls in my ear, causing my whole body to quiver.

"I do, Fane."

"Good. Because I'm going to punish you for this." He pauses. "And I'm inclined to make it a painful one at that."

I nod. I like a little pain during sex. But I imagine he also means edging. Orgasm denial. I hate that. But it's the least I can do if it means he'll help me raise Ben.

He pulls a blindfold from his back pocket and wraps it around my head, tying it at the back. Now blind, I say, "You always keep bondage stuff on you?"

His only answer is to put my hands behind my back and tie my wrists together. Oh lord. I guess that's a yes.

He grabs my bicep and says, "Now be a good girl, and walk."

I follow his lead. Together, we walk about twenty steps or so. I'm thinking we're out in that dark living room we passed by a few minutes earlier.

He lets go for only a second to pull me onto his lap. It's safe to assume we're sitting on one of the large sofas.

"Are we in the living room?" I ask quietly as he snakes his hand under my shirt.

"Yes," he says huskily against my shoulder.

His hands graze around my belly. I'm sure he can feel the indented stretch marks from my pregnancy.

"Is anyone else in here?" I ask nervously.

"No." His hands trace along the stretch marks now, as if to remind me that he missed the pregnancy. The birth. I have no right to object to anything after robbing him of so much.

"But anyone can walk in..." I say almost as a question, though I already know the answer.

"Yes."

He abruptly removes his hands and rips open the pink v-neck shirt I'm wearing. In an instant, he pulls my breasts out of my bra and plays with my nipples. I whimper at the rough stimulation.

And I'm so embarrassed at the thought of anyone seeing us. I am not an exhibitionist at all. I am more focused on listening for anyone in the room than I am on the feel of his hands on my breasts.

As if reading my thoughts, I feel him put something in my ear, muting out all sound from that side. He whispers in my other ear, "It's just you and me, baby. That's all I want you to think about."

He pinches my left nipple hard. "Ah," I cry out softly.

"And how much you deserve every bit of this punishment, sweetheart," he growls.

Then he puts a plug in my other ear. They must be enchanted, or something extremely expensive. Because I can't hear a damn thing.

He plays harder and harder with both of my nipples, tugging and pulling and pinching mercilessly. The pleasure-pain sends exciting tingles straight to my pussy. My panties are getting soaked. I lean my head back against his shoulder, arching my chest out into his ministrations.

My hands are bound, my eyes and ears covered. I am completely at his mercy. My sense of touch is heightened immensely.

I can only hear the sounds of my own mewls and moans as he continues to play roughly with my turgid buds.

"Fane," I whimper when he squeezes both nipples especially hard without letting up.

He answers by sinking his fangs into my neck, taking his sustenance while erotically pulsating his fingers between hard and harder on my sensitive points. They are going to be so sore tomorrow.

I guess he's done with my breasts because, in a flash, I'm on my back on the sofa. He's on top of me, devouring my mouth with his and gyrating his clothed erection against my clothed center.

Clothes. Too many clothes.

He swiftly rids me of my jeans and panties, leaving me naked from the waist down. Then his lips are on mine again, his tongue diving into my mouth. He roughly thrusts three fingers into my slick cunt. I scream my pleasure into his mouth. He's finger fucking me hard. So deliciously hard. I grind my hips into his hand, encouraging him to keep going. And he does.

Without removing his hand from my pussy, he lowers himself until his head is between my legs. His fangs graze my labia, igniting the heat in my core once more. He pulls one side into his mouth and sucks. He must not care that I haven't shaved in a couple of weeks because he goes to town. He switches to my other lady lip for a while before paying attention to my clit.

This is way more pleasurable than I was expecting for a punishment... wait, this is a punishment. I almost forget that we're in an open room where anyone can see us. See me. I'm completely exposed.

I tense up, unnerved at the thought of total strangers seeing me naked. There's no way I can orgasm when I imagine others watching me.

Fane must notice because I feel the vibrations of his frustrated growl against me. I writhe, pulling at my wrist restraints. He bites my clit just enough to sting.

"Fane, please," I say, not really knowing what I'm asking for.

If he says anything, I can't hear him. I'm not a fan of these earplugs - I like hearing the sounds my partner makes during sex.

The next thing I know, he slaps my vulva. I convulse with a small cry, and he responds by anchoring me down with his arm on my chest. With his other, he slaps me again.

My legs instinctively spread wider, accepting the punishment he's doling out. And he slaps my vulva again. And again. And again.

I can feel how swollen and slick everything is down there. And insanely sensitive. He returns to his place between my legs and laps at my folds. He dives his tongue into my channel a few times before swiping his tongue over my clit. It doesn't take long to bring me to the precipice. And to my surprise, he brings me over the edge.

I mewl as the spasms take over my body. He lets up until I come back down. Then he goes right back to it, bringing me to orgasm again. And again. Over and over again I orgasm. I don't even know how many times I climax, but it's definitely more than I ever have before in one sitting.

"It's too much," I whimper. "I can't anymore."

I feel his weight back on top of me. He takes one of the earplugs and whispers threateningly in my ear, "You can and you will. You stop when I say you stop."

He uses his finger to stimulate my clit tortuously. He flicks and presses just right, and I fly high yet again. I try to listen for others in the room, but I can only hear Fane's heavy breaths against my ear. I'm sure he's doing that on purpose, but damn if it isn't the sexiest sound on earth. But even that is quickly drowned out by my own screams as he doesn't let up, drawing out my orgasm for as long as possible. I'm sure everyone in the house can hear my wanton cries.

When the spasms finally subside, he pulls his hand away from me. And for a very long minute, there's nothing. Even though one ear is uninhibited, I hear nothing. I only feel the slight heat radiating off of his body above me. What is he doing?

"F-fane?" I address him nervously.

He responds by slowly drawing his hand up my thighs to my abdomen, stopping right over my empty womb. His other hand grabs my throat once more. I hear a low growl emanate from his throat.

And I think I understand. Despite all our erotic lovemaking, he's still mad at me for keeping his son from him. I wonder if his anger is keeping him flaccid. Even though I ache for him to fill me, he's probably completely turned off by me.

He brings his lips to  my ear and says, "Are you ever going to keep anything from me again, Sonya?"

"No, Fane," I say weakly.

He squeezes my throat and presses his clothes erection - I was wrong, he is very aroused - against my exposed womanhood.

"Say it like you mean it, sweetheart!" he demands.

I rasp emphatically through my constricted windpipe, "I'll never hide anything from you again, Fane. I swear it!"

He chuckles as I grind my hips into him, begging for the friction of his cock. 

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