I'll have you begging, my pet [TheReapersWife + Rubyliday]

[TheReapersWife]

Sitting at his large wooden dining room table, Robert went through the paperwork laid out before him. Long, lean facial features, with a square, clean-shaven jaw and thin lips drawn tight in a grim expression. His dark, heavy eyebrows were scrunched in concentration, blue eyes scanning the words on the page he held in his hand and thin, close cropped hair crowned his head and he ran a hand over it absentmindedly. Broad shoulders and buff muscular build were hidden by a relaxed white dress shirt, with black suit coat over top, and his 6 ft height was only emphasized by the way he sat, posture straight and a bit tense as he continued to go over his work. Black slacks completed the outfit and expensive dress shoes sat snugly on his feet, both planted on the ground beneath his chair.

A plate of eggs and half-eaten toast sat off to the side, growing cold from his lack of attention and a coffee mug rested close at hand and was almost empty of it's contents. The table itself stood grandly in the large room, upon four ornately carved lion legs, long and oval top shining flawlessly in the morning light floating through the dining room windows. The dining room was not overly furnished or rich, but held a sophisticated air about it, as did the rest of his large house.

Completely focused upon the business he had to attend to this morning, Robert made a notation in neat handwriting upon a well-used notepad, his golden plated pen winking and glistening as it waved back and forth quickly, making soft whispering noises upon the page. Nothing could draw him away from his responsibilities right now.

 

[Rubyliday]

Victoria rolled over in the large four post bed, stretching her slender legs and reveling in the feel of the Egyptian cotton against her skin. She arched her back, arms sliding up above her head and tangling in her long red hair. Her five foot four inch body moved under the blankets, the clean white doing nothing to hide the curve of her hips or the slight swell of her breasts as it formed around her. She gave one last delightful stretch before pulling the covers away and slipping from the king sized bed. It felt so much bigger when she was alone in it but...she smiled as she thought off all the times she wasn't the only body under the covers.

The smooth hard wood felt cool under her feet as she made her way out of the master bedroom, turning left down the long hallway. Her feet padded softly as she made her way to the stairs. All three bedrooms were located on the second floor, along with a large bathroom. On the main floor was a living room, kitchen with a connected dining room as well as a den that held shelves and shelves of books. Every room decorated with a clean sophistication.

She made her way down the staircase into another hallway, one that was connected to the other rooms with wide open doorways. She could hear the sound of his coffee mug tap against the table before she saw him, a smile spreading over her full lips. Her green eyes took in the serious look on his face, the tension in his body and she knew he shouldn't be bothered.

She sauntered across the room, the long night gown she wore clinging to her body as she slide up neck to him. She leaned in, words whispered into his ear before she kissed it. "Good morning Sir" she smiled and kissed just below the first one and another on his neck.

 

[TheReapersWife]

In his peripheral vision, Robert could see her, even as he felt her presence enter the room, like a warm glow that spread over his body. But he didn't give in to the urge to look up, pushing the distraction away even as she crossed the room to stand beside him. Papers were held in hand and his mind swept deeply over the lettering as a soft silken voice cooed a greeting in his ear and he felt her warm breath cascade upon his flesh before lips touched down. Feeling her so close and hearing her voice, memories of sensual nights together floated through his consciousness and he felt an inner flame start to stir--all just in response to her voice and the sight of red hair from the corner of his eye. His concentration faltered slightly, even as he felt the kiss on his neck and it set off a chain reaction from the spot, spreading a shiver that ran through him. Firmly, he shook his head and shifted in his seat, continuing to stare at the paperwork he held, his bright blue eyes piercing a hole through the printed lettering that swarmed upon the field of starch white, paragraphs melding nonstop together. Clearing his throat, before he spoke, his deep voice, warm and soothing came drifting out. "Good morning, my pet," he said in a familiar tone. "Did you sleep well?" His voice held a hint of his divided attention as he kept his ears open for her response but continued to read.

 

[Rubyliday]

Victoria frowned a little, pulling back from her Master when he continued to stare at the paperwork before him. She knew his work was very important, but that didn't stop her from wanting his attention. Her brow furrowed as she slide into the chair next to his, pulling her legs up, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on one knee. "I slept wonderfully, how did you sleep?" She leaned back against the chair, one side of her shirt slipping down to expose her shoulder as she spread her legs a little, exposing the white cotton panties she wore. There was a wicked little smile on her face as one hand slid up to touch the red leather collar around her neck. There was a light tinkling noise as the heart shaped lock moved against the D-ring.

There was something about him in a suit that made her blood boil and her heart beat speed up. She could just picture... She shivered and licked her lips. Every morning she would watch him get ready, watch as he would shave and dress, a strong body disappearing under clean crisp clothes. And every time she wished to undress him the moment he tied the know on his tie. This morning was no different.

 

[TheReapersWife]

Relaxing a bit as she drifted from his side to the seat next to his, Robert read a little more, words imprinting in his mind even as hers floated over them, her voice slicing through, scattering the information he'd just read like a dandelion's seeds in the wind. With a small sigh he looked up at her just in time to see her shirt slide down a slender and gently sloping shoulder. "I slept very well..." he said, voice trailing off as his eyes drank in smooth, milky skin. Raising an eyebrow he continued to watch her as her slender legs spread and a vision of snowy white became visible, soft fabric cradling and forming to the shape of her sex. Instantly, Robert felt himself react, pulse quickening and body heating, even as his cock jerked in his trousers. Blue eyes wandered up her body, slinking over curves that he knew by heart, that he owned, up to her face, gazes meeting. Taking in her mischievous smile, Robert smiled back at her warmly, taking on a posture of cool authority, a burst of pride flowing through him to see her wearing his collar, the one that said he possessed her. "Not right now, Victoria, my love," his voice took on an understanding tone, even as his words came out in a firm command, just a hint of his growing lust thrown in as well.

And he started to turn back to his paperwork, letting out a heavy breath, and craning his neck to one side and then the other, cracking it lightly as he readjusted to his focus on his work. But he couldn't help his eyes drifting back down to her panties once more before he began to read once more, subconsciously shifting in his seat at the slight hard-on he now sported.

 

[Rubyliday]

Victoria's brow furrowed dramatically, a pout disfiguring her pretty lips. She didn't actually think that he would say no. She closed her legs with a huff and rose from the chair, making her way into the large kitchen. Se busied herself making a quick breakfast, rising up on her tippy-toes to reach the mugs next to the sink. The action causing her nightgown to slide up her legs, exposing the milky flesh just below her ass. With a grunt she grabbed her favorite mug, blue just like his eyes, and came back down on the flats of her feet. She made some eggs in the pan that he had, throwing on a slice of cheese, all the while toasting some bread. She threw it all together to make a simple little sandwich and padded into the dinning room.

The house that they lived in, that Sir owned, was large, but they never felt the need to own maids or staff. Everything that needed to be done, could be accomplished by the both of them. They shared the duties, who cooked, who cleaned. It might have seemed strange to anyone else, but to them it was perfect.

Victoria sat in the same chair next to his, the leg closest to him pulled up against her body as she ate, more milky flesh displayed for his eyes. When she was done she licked her lips, turning towards him as she licked her fingers with more embellishment then was needed. Eyes half closes as she sucked two fingers into her mouth and pulled them out with a wet sucking noise.

 

[TheReapersWife]

COMMERCIAL BANKING REPORT PROVIDES INDUSTRY PROFESSIONALS AND STRATEGISTS, CORPORATE ANALYSTS, BANKING ASSOCIATIONS, GOVERNMENT DEPARTMENTS AND REGULATORY BODIES WITH INDEPENDENT FORECASTS AND COMPETITIVE... Robert's mind droned on, his eyes of their own accord drifting up as he heard her open the cabinet in the kitchen. He couldn't help it now, his eyes wandering over her body, curves suggested and hinted at by the dainty nightgown she wore, disappearing beneath the drape of fabric only to imprint against it again, like a ghost. Watching her stretch up to grab a cup for herself, his gaze took in the slope of her creamy thighs as the gown hitched up with the movement and he swallowed heavily as his cock filled with blood at the sight.

As she made herself breakfast, Robert tried to continue his work, taking a long gulp of his coffee to distract himself, but his eyes kept straying to her, watching her back as she worked in the kitchen. Remembering earlier that morning as he'd made himself breakfast, methodically going about it, cracking eggs into the pan and putting the toast into the toaster oven with a confidence and surety of one filing paperwork or a military man going through a drill that he did every day. Victoria made the kitchen a stage, becoming a dancer to his eyes, hips swaying as she got ingredients from the fridge, shoulders moving with a fluid grace as eggs were broken into the pan. Every movement no matter how small became erotic, nightgown flowing out around her legs as she moved, dipping between them teasingly as she came back to the table and took her seat again.

As she sat down, Robert continued to glance at her, his eyes finding the spot between her legs as one leg was bent up and sitting on the seat. The angle of one leg being up stretched her underwear a bit and he caught a glimpse of her inner thigh where pussy and legs meet, the flesh a darker, rosy pink. Nothing showing but just the hint at the area that followed and he felt himself grow completely hard in his suit pants, the fabric in his lap bulging a little.

Paper was held forgotten in his hands as he watched her finish, small delicate tongue peeking out at him to lick along plush, full lips, then moving over fingertips like a gentle snake caressing along them in an obscenely sensual manner. Realizing he'd been staring like a hungry dog, Robert cleared his throat heavily and glanced don at his papers, straightening them before giving her a small smirk.

"I know what you're doing..." he said in a somewhat amused tone, his cock pulsing in his trousers as his eyes drank in the visible spot between her legs, her knee swaying open just a bit wider and making the fabric pop open a little more giving him a teasing glimpse of more intimate flesh before her leg swayed back in place. "You know, I have to get this work done, my pet. If you continue to distract me, you will need to be punished." He smiled at her then, giving her a predatory look. There was something in him, and in his words, almost a dare... And he started to turn his attention back to his work once more, still smiling to himself knowingly, his posture one of absolute authority--whatever she chose to do now, there would be consequences.

 

[Rubyliday]

She knew his eyes watched her as she went about making breakfast. Knew where his eyes would be when she moved on the chair, leg moving out then back in. Already she could feel the heat warming her body, but it was dampened when again he said no. She would have pouted again if it wasn't for the fierce determination in her mind that wouldn't let her leave it alone. It seemed that her subtle gestures were not working. With a wicked smile she pushed her plate aside and rose up, hands planted firmly on the table. But her body didn't stop then, one slender leg coming up to slide onto the table. The other followed suit until she was kneeling on the dining room table, nightgown bunching up on her thighs exposing those panties one more time.

"But why would you want this" she ran her hands over the papers on the table, pushing them to the side, a few falling of the table. "When you have me" She slide forward, the sound of more papers falling to the ground as she took up the space in front of him. She plucked the paper from his hand, tossing it behind her. Victoria leaned back, legs spreading wider as her back arched, a wicked smile on her lips. "You have me, all of me." One hand slide down her body to pull the gown up further, letting it bunch around her waist.

There was something about promised punishment that only made her want to disobey even more. She knew the things he could do to her to punish, knew the tears that could be spilled, but still it didn't stop her. She was always willing to do what he asked of her, pride welling in her chest at his praise, but now and then a spark of something wicked and dark took over her thoughts. And right now she wanted to see how far she could push.

 

[TheReapersWife]

There was a tension in the air as he turned back to his papers, reading over them but still, his thoughts on her, watching her from the corner of his eyes, waiting to see what she would do next. And he immediately looked at her as she rose onto the table, crawling upon it to kneel before him. There was a fiery light in his eyes that flashed brighter as he listened to her speak, and watched his papers slide over the smooth tabletop and flutter to the ground. He sat back a little as she continued to move forward, the paper in his hand slipping from his fingers as she pulled it and tossed it irreverently behind herself. His eyes grew dark, the bright blue of them turning a deeper hue as fire danced in his vision. A small smile touched his lips as she spread her legs and bent backwards, giving him a full view of her panties as her gown was hiked up around her waist, white, snowy fabric thinly molded against her pussy, hinting at the shape of the flesh within.

Their relationship was a strange one, with him acting as the authority figure in her life, giving her instruction and guidance, and she blossoming beneath his direction and praise. But other times, there was a need to correct behavior and rules to be enforced. Punishment was something they both found delight in, even as it was necessary to use it to teach her and exact his dominance in their relationship.

Robert looked her up and down, his lips twitching with a small hint of amusement, even as his eyes drank her in with a heated look of lust and the leveled look of disappointment. His eyes said he meant business, even as his voice came out to confirm the fact. "Victoria," he said in a deep commanding tone, his eyes giving her a reprimanding look. "You're being very naughty." He stood, fingers twitching upon the tabletop near her legs. "I warned you not to interrupt my work, and now you must face the penalty." Even as his tone spoke of his displeasure, he was not mad and it was evident in his posture that this was just the logical result of her behavior.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a long, thin metal chain with a hooking clasp on the end of it and a leather loop on the other, large enough to fit over his thick muscular arm and wrist. Gently he directed her off of the table and hooked the clasp onto the ring at her collar, his fingertips brushing against her skin briefly before drawing away. Holding the leash in one hand, giving her just a bit of slack, he started to walk down the hallway she'd come from retracing her footsteps up the long staircase. Passing by the bedroom, they proceeded down the hall to one of the other rooms, one with a locked door. From his pocket he took a small key and pushed it into the doorknob, the small clicking and popping signaling the entry into the next phase of this session, no longer just a simply playful activity but fully into discipline mode.

 

[Rubyliday]

The cool fire that burned in Richards eyes sent a shiver down her spine and Victoria found herself scooting forward a little as if trying to feel the warmth of it. The smile on her face faltered when he gave her a look that she had seen before. She cast her eyes down for a moment, unsure of what to do now. He was... disappointed. She bit her bottom lip and looked back up at him when he said her name. The smile disappeared completely when his words floated to her ears. That's when the ice made a slow journey through her veins, all the while heating her cheeks and sparking within her stomach.

There was a mixture of excitement and fear in Victoria that ran through her when he pulled the leash from his pocket. It was both those feelings that caused her to shiver as he gestured for her to slide off the table. And she did so, legs moving from under her, toes pointing before they touched the floor. Her legs trembled a little as she followed him, eyes glued to his back as he lead her up the stairs. She hung back on the leash as far as she could, nerves twisting and turning in her stomach. She had hoped that he would take her on the table, forget about the papers and the work at hand. But she knew now that he was serious about punishing her. Her stomach fluttered as they passed the bedroom, her head turning to look into the brightly lit room. Visions of nights... and days spent within the room flashed within her mind. Visions that only served to build the excitement within her. It was slowly out weighting the twinge of doubt. That was until she heard the sound of his key sliding into the lock.

 

[TheReapersWife]

The long plainly decorated wooden door swung inward from a slight push of his hand and he stepped past the doorway, giving a small tug to Victoria's leash, the line of silver that joined them tinkling prettily. The room was large and open with a queen sized bed looming in the middle and the head of it pressed against the wall. To the right, a window looked out into the backyard, heavy white drapes obscuring the view from sight, even as it hid the room from outside eyes. Underneath the window sat a small wooden table, plain legs sloping gracefully to the hard wood floor and a conservatively cushioned chair situated near it. To the left, against the wall, stood a large bureau wide and tall, intricately carved dark wood doors shut tight and menacing up top, with a large belly full of long slender drawers, small brass plaited keyholes punctuating each and every one. The bed dominating the center of the room was covered in dark sheets, plain and undecorated headboard and footboard. Above it, hanging from the ceiling on metal clasps were five chains. One for each corner of the bed and one in the middle of the square they made together. And each chain ended in a restraint, except the fifth middle chain that ended in a circular metal ring, the ends up at the ceiling hooked to a pulley system that allowed more chain to be lowered or lifted.

As they entered together, Robert stepped back and closed the door behind them, taking in a confident, deep breath and letting it out coolly. Approaching the bed with Victoria, he slipped the leather loop on the leash over his wrist and silently began to undress her, his eyes taking on a pensive cast and fingers working gently but methodically, brushing her skin lightly as the fabric of her nightgown fell away. Small, fist-sized perky breasts came into view and he felt himself stir at the sight of her in nothing but her underwear. Hooking a finger into her waistband, he slowly tugged them down, fingers smoothly sliding against silken flesh as they came down her legs and she stepped out of them obediently. Standing looking at her, he ran his eyes up and down her body, his gaze filled with the light of approval as he took in her slender curves and tight belly.

 

[Rubyliday]

Her body started to tremble as they walked into the room. It felt like a completely different place, looked like it didn't even belong in their house. The chains that hung from the ceiling, the large bed, even that cabinet that Victoria had only glimced inside, promised wicked yet wonderful things. Echos of moans and pleas from previous visits floated in her head, making her bite down hard on her bottom lip. Richard had only brought her to this room a handful of times and each one she had learned the lesson intended. She knew this would be no different. But even remembering all this, she could feel her body react.

Goosebumps fanned out over her body as he undid the buttons of her nightgown, flesh slowly being exposed to the air. Her nipples because painfully erect as the light fabric brushed against them, slipping down her shoulders to pool around her feet. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his fingers against her hips, her pussy throbbing from such a simple contact. When she stood completely naked to his gaze, him still kneeling before her, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Please..." She looked down at him, eyes big. "I'm sorry...lets go back. I will pick up the papers" Victoria didn't move, with him so close like this, his head level with her stomach, she could feel the butterflies fluttering. She could feel her sex growing heavy and damp. A blush spread over her cheeks as she felt her juices slip down between her lips. She fidgeted then and tried to press her thighs together, looking anywhere but his face.

 

[TheReapersWife]

Still kneeling, Robert heard her words drift out in a soft repentant tone, her body trembling anxiously, legs closing reflexively as the thoughts of her coming punishment became more real to her. These details were not lost on him as his eyes latched onto her face from his lower position. Thoughtfully, he ran his hand along her inner thighs, nudging them apart with the gesture as fingertips came into contact with moisture that he knew he would find there. Easily, he stood, hand sliding upwards as he moved, fingers grazing along swollen pussy lips as they came away from contact. Staring into her face, blue eyes deep and penetrating, he put a finger under her chin and made her look at him.

"You say, you're sorry," he said, his voice deep and sensual, even as it held his power and authority in every word. "Let's make sure you truly are." The wording he used suggested so much; this wasn't something he was doing TO her, but something they were going to do together. In this relationship they'd reached an agreement upon certain rules and consequences and Victoria always had a choice in the matter. Robert made sure she knew that, even in an indirect way, so even though it was said as a command, it was also a question, not just about whether she truly was sorry, but about the events that would test her repentance. It was a courtesy that he extended to her, even though he knew she would not refuse, knowing that if she did so it would end more than just this session of punishment.

Unlooping the leash from his wrist, he wrapped the chain around the small knob at the top of one side of the footboard, the iron bar sturdy and heavy, keeping her in place, leaving just enough slack for her to remain standing comfortably but not to take even a step away from the bed. Walking away from her, he took off his suit jacket, muscles moving fluidly under his dress shirt as he did so and laid it over the chair by the table. Undoing his tie and laying it overtop of his jacket, he walked to the other side of the room, his body moving with a confident ease as he approached the bureau. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out another small key and bent down to one of the middle drawers on the cabinet. Unlocking it and pulling the drawer out, with his body blocking the view, she wouldn't be able to catch more than a glimpse of dark leather things, and different colored ropes. Pulling out several sections of neatly folded rope he closed the drawer and came back to her.

Tossing the rope onto the bed, he undid the buttons at his cuffs and started to roll up his sleeves, burly forearms coming into view, flexing in unreleased tension.