Page 75 of Learning to Trust

“Monti.”

“You understand if I recognize you have reached subspace the scene will be halted shortly after, and I will bring you down slowly?”

“Do you think I will, Sir?”

David had been craving what was seen as the ultimate for subs for a long time and I was determined to help him reach subspace on our special day.

“It depends on whether you are willing to trust and relax. Are you ready to get started?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Lie down.”

David scrambled onto the bed and lay with both arms over his head and legs spread. Fuck he was a magnificent sight with his cock laying proudly against his taut stomach. I made fast work of removing my remaining clothes and with lube in hand, crawled onto the bed.

Once the final buckle was fastened in place, it was time to worship my husband's body. Every lick, bit, kiss, and caress had his cock leaking a little more while his groans and moans intensified.

Pushing back, and lowering to my stomach, I took his cock into my mouth and to the back of my throat as far as possible. He was far too big and thick to take all of him but I did fantasize about one day being able to take all of the monster.

After sucking a few times, I lifted off, poured a generous amount of lube into my palms, and sucked him back into my throat. One hand fisted what wasn't in my mouth while the other prepped his hole.

David squirmed, and mumbled incoherent words, as blood pulsed in his cock and both balls drew up tight. I hadn't voiced my permission that he could come so he automatically assumed he was denied an orgasm. Over the months we'd been together, his willpower and ability to hold himself back had increased far beyond what I'd expected. Occasionally I pushed him past his limits but usually, I needed to give permission for his release.

Three fingers were buried deep inside David and I pressed and squeezed at his prostate causing tears to flood his face. He knew better than to plead with me for release and endured the onslaught of my mouth and fingers until it was me who could take no more.

Rising up I bent his knees and thrust into his hole. David cried out in pleasure and matched my thrusts stroke for stroke.

Lowering my lips to his, I kissed him deeply before tugging relentlessly on his dick, determined to push him over the edge. He cried, moaned, and held back until I exploded with an ungodly roar. Every nerve ending in my body became ultra-sensitive as streams of cum flowed into David's body. He continued to hold back but that was about to change.

I slid from his body, moved to his side, gripped his cock in one hand, balls in the other, and leaned down to tease, bite and suck his nipples in turn. Nipple play accompanied by the tugging of his cock and fondling of his balls was too much for David, and although he was able to hold out longer these days, ultimately his body gave in to the orgasm I'd stirred.

"Sir!" David screamed loud enough to wake the dead and his cock stood stiff, pulsing in my palm as he spewed string after string of cum over my hand.

I kept up the tugging, fondling, and attention to his nipples, and with David pleading, insisting he was too sensitive, he erupted again while screaming my name.

Leaving his body, I reached over to the table beside the bed and grabbed a damp washcloth. After wiping my hands clean, I grabbed another and cleaned David’s body, ready for what was to come.

Taking him in my arms, we kissed—first lips, and then while I planted kisses to his neck, he kissed my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“It’s our wedding day, there will be no punishment.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

I unbuckled the restraints and rubbed David's arms and legs for a few moments before standing him and walking him to the spanking bench. Once in position, I lifted the paddle and brought it down on his right cheek. David had insisted on ten strikes with the paddle and ten with a flogger. I would give him everything he desired today but would watch his responses carefully.

He counted down the strikes, and with his ass cherry red, I helped him up and secured him in restraints back on the bed.

After kissing, I secured a blindfold in place while waiting for the wax I'd readied to heat in the electric warmer. While it warmed, I tugged at David's leaking cock.

“Safe word?”

“No, Sir.”

David had been reluctant to try wax play and I’d been surprised when he’d asked for it as a wedding gift. He knew there was a different kind of pain involved and had convinced me he was ready.

I tested the wax and found it to temperature so picked up a wooden stick that I used to apply the substance.