WAS IT REALLY A PUNISHMENT#WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

It’s good to be back on WIP IT UP!  Last week we finally submitted “Barely Survived” and are currently trying to resuscitate an old book that for the past year has been dying to live again!  Allow me to introduce Libby, James and David - who’ve been friends since high school.  They all married outside of their small, comfortable friendship circle after college and, unfortunately, each divorced within five years.  After her divorce, Libby and James got back in touch (literally) and she recently decided to seek advice from their friend, David, about whether she should tell her new boyfriend of her desire for a DD lifestyle.  Naturally, she thought the information would be shocking to both men, but found out the hard way that they were quite familiar with the world of kink.  Funny how that stuff happens in fiction!  We're working on this under the title of "Their Destiny".  Did I mention that Tommy is her ex-husband, James is a firefighter and David is a minister?  Hope that was enough background to enjoy the scene! :) 

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At the end of the day, Libby headed home from work and hoped he was waiting for her.  She quickly unlocked the door and walked straight into the kitchen with a handbag on her elbow and car keys in hand. James wasn’t seated at the table which prompted her to walk nervously from room to room. His car was in the driveway, so she assumed he was somewhere in the house.

 

“James, where are you?”

The house was quiet.

“Why didn’t you return my calls today?” she called out, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

And there he was, lying on the bed in her room.   His 6’1” lean body was propped up against two pillows on the headboard, and his long, jean-clad legs were stretched out. 

“You went to visit David, again,” he answered quietly.

“I wanted to know if Tommy unloaded information on him, too.”  She turned to put her handbag and keys on the dresser and hoped he didn't see her quick eye-roll in the mirror.

“And what did your minister in shining armor tell you?” He sighed, while running fingers through his short, dark brown hair.

Libby gazed at the ceiling.  She knew her second visit to David was a bad idea.  "The same thing you did."

James briefly closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I also went to see him.  I thought it was time we had a conversation alone.”

“That’s nice.  What did you talk about?”  She smoothed the comforter nonchalantly with her hand.

“We mostly talked about the DD lifestyle.  I must have stayed for two hours.”

“Sweet Jesus, this can’t be happening,” she mumbled to herself.

“Well, it’s a convenient time to start praying to him.” His tone became lighter and almost playful.

“Come on, James, what did he tell you?  Spill please."  Her hands found their way to her hips.

 “I know David is our friend and has been for a long time.  But it was different before you and I were … involved.”

“Just because David is a man, doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him.  We’ve been close since high school."  She paused and crossed her arms.  "Oh for God's sake - you’re jealous?  You can't be serious!”

“This is one handsome, single minister you’ve been visiting alone with.”

“You’re much more handsome than he is.”  After some major eye movement, she eventually settled on his magnificent, muscular firefighter frame which was half-dressed and lying on her bed.

“You roll your eyes at me one more time, and you won’t be standing much longer.”  He tilted his head to the side and raised a thick, dark eyebrow.

“You aren’t intending to sabotage my friendship with him, are you?"  Her round, hazel eyes bravely narrowed into slits. 

“I know he’s someone you like to confide in, but it bothers me that he has a crush on you,” he said quietly as he crawled toward her, cat-like, on the bed.

“Really?”  That news was extremely flattering, and she had a hard time hiding her smile.

“I can't believe you didn't know.”

She laughed.  “James, you have nothing to be jealous of.  David and I are just good friends.”

“You are mine, darling.  Only mine.”  He moved carefully, like a cheetah stalks his prey.  There was no need for more conversation, but they had one anyway.  “I’m suddenly in the mood for something sweet."  His moist lips grazed up and down her neck as he removed her top and bra with ease.

“Mmm.  I like the way you think.”

“David and I talked about a variety of punishments," he whispered while pulling off her pants and guiding her onto the bed.

“Uh-huh.”

After tugging down her panties, he tossed them to meet the rest of her clothing on the carpet and moved his head down between her legs.  She could feel his warm breath on her pussy.

“Punishment,” she whispered, nodding her head.

“Don’t move.”  His kisses were light and came quickly as a shiver raced through her body.  “I mean it, Libby.”  He parted her legs and began using his fingers to circle her bud, which was becoming stiff and slick.  She made the mistake of moaning.

“You will not come until I say you can.  I’m sure you’ve read enough books to know what will happen if you do.”

Libby composed herself.  He turned her over and guided her on all fours.  From behind, he crouched down and teased her pussy lips as he slowly slid the tip of his tongue up and down her slick entrance.  

“This isn’t fair, James.” 

“Life isn’t fair, and you will be spanked, so don’t test me,” he replied in the authoritative tone she was hoping for.  Then he added a few little nibbles and pushed her legs further apart, pulling her toward him, so he could put pressure on her clit which was as hard as a pebble.

“James, please.”  Her breathing became short and ragged.

He responded only by sucking quickly and more intently.

“James, stop.  I am going to come.” She pounded her fist on the bed to match each slowly spoken word.

But he didn’t stop.  He went back to using his fingers and fucked her furiously until she could no longer hold back the ocean and pushed herself against him, her orgasm exploding, rocking and beating over and over.  He waited patiently for her body to finally quiet down. 

“You know what’s going to happen next, don’t you?”

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As always, thanks for coming by!  There are a few scenes to this chapter – so, hopefully, I'll be back to continue in the correct order.   In the meantime, keep on hopping – there’s such good reading on this Wednesday hop that our friend, Melody, provides for us!!  Have a great week! ~ shelly