“I know it,” he said as he traced a faint scar on Cara’s stomach, the product of a long-ago C-section. The Mistress looked away a moment as Robert bent to kiss his wife on the mouth. The sex she didn’t mind watching. But a kiss, that was personal.

The kiss ended but Robert kept his mouth near her mouth.

“I want you to come for me. And I want to look at all of you while you come. Say ‘Yes, Sir.’“

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed. Robert gathered her close and lifted her as she wrapped her legs and arms around him. He sat on the edge of the bed and rolled back, Cara straddling his hips. She started to move against him, her hands searching his body until they found his chest. At first she moved slowly, clearly relishing the position, the angle, the pleasant press of his body against her clitoris. She ground against him, moving in ovals. Robert teased her nipples, tugging lightly on the clamps as Cara started to push faster. With hunger and frenzy, she rode her husband with animal need. Her breathing grew loud and came in short, quick puffs.

“Do it, Cara,” he said in a stern voice. “Come for me. Come right now.”

Her body rocked wildly. She dug her fingers in the fabric of his shirt. Her head fell back and with a strangled grunt she came loud and hard. Hard enough even Robert groaned.

She collapsed onto Robert’s chest but she didn’t stay there long. Robert rolled over quickly and pulled Cara onto her hands and knees. He entered her from behind. He didn’t thrust. Instead he stayed still as he jerked Cara’s hips against him with bruising precision. The Mistress had seen true masochists who would have tapped out by now from the sheer brute force of the fucking. But Cara seemed to glory in it, groaning and gasping in pleasure until Robert let go and finally came inside her with a few final thrusts.

He pulled out of her and rolled onto his side with an exhausted sigh. Laughing, Cara joined him as Robert dragged her to him. As he kissed her shoulders, he untied the blindfold and tossed it aside. Gently he removed the clamps from her breasts and massaged her sore nipples. The Mistress picked up the discarded toys and put them in her bag. She’d clean them at the dungeon and put them to good and bad use again very soon.

Hefting her toy bag over her shoulder, she gave Robert a wink and left the bedroom. But she didn’t make it out of the house before she heard footsteps behind her.

“Mistress?”

The Mistress turned around to find a sweaty, happy, barefoot Robert coming toward her.

“You should be spooning your wife right now. Go. Scoot. I’ll send you a bill.”

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Congrats. I make a great wingman, don’t I?”

“The best. The blindfold...the lectures...I’m adding a big tip. You earned it.”