Kylie’s Power Partner

Kylie has her husband right where she wants him — on the floor as her Dom overpowers her

“Am I under arrest?” Kylie winced as her wrists were cinched tightly behind her back.

“Quiet. You only speak with my permission.” Devon had fastened her collar and did a marvelous job linking a chain from a ring to binding Kylie’s wrists. “Or have you already forgotten the rules?”

“No, sir.”

Erotic helplessness settled over Kylie, teased her insides and, despite the fact that she was standing in her own living room, her surroundings were becoming less important while she sunk into an unusual head space where her thoughts grew as blurry as they were arousing.

Devon secured her, standing at one hip, his legs spread, supporting her while he embraced her with one arm and used his another to slowly caress her tummy and breasts.

Slowly, his free hand climbed higher, above her breasts and found a way to hold her neck while he whispered, nibbling her ear lobe. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

She wanted to respond but he already spanked her hard for speaking without permission. He warned her that if she repeatedly flaunted his rules then he would cut the time short, leave and let her think about his directives.

Staying silent was so damned tough. An ache rose in her pussy and vibrated up her thighs, through her tummy and seemed to grab and tighten her nipples.

Devon used his tongue skillfully, outlining her ear like he was using a finely tipped paintbrush. His arms and hands were like a vice grip and there was no way she could move. She didn’t want to. She wanted absorbed by Devon, even devoured.

Kylie tilted her head back, closed her eyes and forgot all about Ryan, her husband, sitting naked on the floor across the room, watching and submitting to his desired emotional torment.

Devon’s hand gripped her neck in a wonderful way while he ran his tongue across her face, connected with her lips and shrouded her with the sweetness of his breath.

No words. That alone was an exquisite torture because the more he played her body, the more expressions boiled and roiled on her insides, causing her to want to scream out how she loved every moment. A groan floated up and out of her. And then another. She was allowed to groan.

“Good girl.” Devon was in total charge and he teased her mercilessly, letting go of her neck to tug and pull on her nipples covered by the thin fabric of her dress. She reacted to the pinches with a gasp. “No words.”

She nodded. Being silent was a form of restraint she could never have imagined. A simple “mmm” slipped through her lips and then another deep groan when he reached for her pussy, gently massaging it with one hand.

Weakness hit her. Her legs grew weak and she had no use of her arms to balance. Devon kept her upright with his strength and this literally meant that she needed him.

Another groan filled the air. It was Ryan who was naked and quivering just like he had wanted. He was a wonderful man but could never be the dominant lover that Kylie had desired and needed and so he had been the one to urge her to find a man who could dominate her and torture him emotionally.

“You want to stroke?” Devon glanced at Ryan who nodded. “Go ahead. Quickly a few times and then stop.”

Ryan did it gladly, stroking his cock while Devon teased Kylie.

“Now, stop.” Devon drilled his eyes into Ryan who listened and obeyed. He was panting, wincing from the desire that was no rushing through him and ripping him apart. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

Kylie noticed how Ryan licked his lips and took on a puppy-like persona, as his own movements were constricted and his primal nature was bubbling forth.

Devon lifted the hem of Kylie’s dress. He lifted it high enough to tuck it around her wrist cuffs. “Legs apart, Babe, shoulder width. Steady yourself. Look straight ahead.”

Kylie inhaled, working to secure her footing. Devon stepped back and cast his eyes over her body, up her legs and around her ass. Ryan had chosen a thong for her to wear, one that was extra tight and was now pressuring her clit and grabbing in the crack of her ass. The sensations were extra arousing and she wanted to beg Devon to take her, fuck her hard and long so that she could have a release.

Devon must have read her mind. He stood a few feet away from her, smiled and ran a hand over his jeans and the outline of his cock. “Do you want this?”

A trick question? No words.

“You do or you don’t?” asked Devon slyly.

“Oh, God, yes.” Kylie moaned and as the words poured out her mouth, Devon took off his belt and whipped it across Kylie’s ass. She yelped while Ryan was practically panting at seeing his wife taken by another man.

“No words, remember?” Devon’s voice was stern.

Confusion gripped her until Devon embraced her. “It’s okay. It was a bit of a trick wasn’t it?” He must have read her mind. “You can nod yes or no. Can’t you?”

Kylie nodded in agreement. Submitting to a skilled Dom was far more taxing than she would ever have imagined. And yet, she was loving the challenge.

Devon was now taking his time, sitting on the sofa, crossing his legs and studying every inch of her body. “Eyes straight.”

She nodded and kept her posture, feeling treasured for the attention he was giving her. Then, suddenly, a snap of the fingers caught her attention. Devon was pointing to Ryan.

“Crawl here.” Devon ordered Ryan who crawled naked on all fours and made his way to the sofa, in front of Devon’s legs. Devon placed a finger under her husband’s chin. “Taste me.” He tugged on his zipper, pulled his underwear aside and invited Ryan to suck on his cock. “Stroke yourself a few times.”

Kylie was both totally turned on watching her submissive husband service another man and yet she also fought jealousy — she had expected to be first. After all, Devon was her Dom. What was happening? And yet she loved seeing Ryan open his mouth masterfully and move slowly up and down Devon’s shaft, giving pleasure, while he stroked his own cock.

“Now, stop, and sit.”

Ryan did as Devon commanded, taking up position again near the edge of the sofa.

“Come here.” This time Devon’s words were meant for Kylie. She moved forward awkwardly with her dress revealing her thong, thighs and ass while her hands remained cuffed behind her back.

She stood in front of Devon as he leaned forward, running his tongue along one side of the fabric and then the other, tucking the tip in between the clothing and seeking her pussy. She groaned mightily and wanted to cry from the intense pleasure and the mind-blowing experience. This was far more than just being whipped and fucked as she once thought.

Devon found his way inside her mind and deep into her soul. How did he know that’s what she longed for?

He pulled his mouth away from between her legs, grabbed the edges of her thong with his fingers and instead of pulling it down her legs, he pulled hard and ripped it loose. The sound sent shivers through her and now her pussy was completely exposed.

“Turn around. And you may use words now.”

“Yes, sir.” She turned, facing the opening that led to the dining room and down the hall to the bedrooms.

“Sit.”

She tried, yet without the use of her arms the feeling was awkward so Devon helped her, gripping her waist and moving her hips and ass until she felt the tip of his cock slide inside her. “Oh, yes, please.” She shouted it, screamed it as he entered her and bobbed her up and down on his cock, fucking her while reaching around her body and finding her clitoris, taking the nub in two of his fingers and stroking.

He knew a woman’s body and now he knew her body, caressing and taking, strumming her like a fine instrument while she hummed in a high pitch whine — his cock penetrating her deeply.

Though she was being fucked, the restraint made her feel like she wanted more. Every sound from her was a loud echo off the walls of crying out in pleasure and a litany of erotic swear words begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

Devon turned to Ryan. “Crawl in front and then stroke and come.”

Ryan did, sliding in front of the couple.

Kylie couldn’t stand the composure any longer. She whipped her head wildly from side to side, her hair flying back and forth while she cried out, screaming for a fucking orgasm — or was it screaming while her orgasm was happening? She didn’t know, it didn’t matter and soon she heard Ryan’s own groaning as he spilled his cum on the floor, having stroked himself rapidly and releasing the pressure.

Kylie was like a deep well and Devon knew it, rhythmically thrusting and fucking her, teasing her fingers in such a pattern and movement that he helped her get the most mileage possible from the time together — until it happened and there was no turning back.

The dam burst, the pleasure spilled and Kylie’s body shook and convulsed while she screamed, “Fuck” with every ounce of energy she had and could muster.

The first major wave rolled through her and then the second while Devon shuddered, unloaded his orgasm inside her and then relaxed while more bliss rolled through Kylie — and then after it subsided another rolled through and Devon undid her wrists, taking her alongside him and inviting Ryan to sit on the sofa by his wife.

And there were the three of them, in each other’s arms, having explored and experienced an act of deep sexual domination and submission. Kylie said nothing. Nothing at all while Devon caressed her and Ryan laid his head against her, like a sweet puppy.

She had agreed with Ryan to talk over the time once Devon had left to see how they both felt.

The time ticked away and a chill settled over her but Devon warmed her with more kisses and she knew she wanted this again and again. She needed the submission and loved the control over her own husband. The moment was fucking awesome and Devon was definitely a partner in the most powerful experience she had ever enjoyed.

There’d be so much to talk over with Ryan.

The first in this installment exploring sexual power exchange is here: Kylie’s Power Playdate

Enjoy the second story where Kylie and Ryan go deeper: Kylie’s Power Shift