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and she felt more ropes being tied as he bent her knee and tied her ankle in place, nearly touching her ass. Another rope on her right leg, and then her wrists were quickly bound together under her, connected to her ankles.
    She now swung, helpless, breasts exposed, pussy open and vulnerable.
    Just the way he liked to have her.
    She heard him pick something up and the first stingy swat against the outside of her left thigh landed, hard and sharp, driving her dive into subspace. He was using the lightweight acrylic paddle she loved and hated, a stingy little motherfucker that would help drop her like a rock into subspace even as she started whining about the sting.
    Scrye slid two fingers into her pussy, which betrayed her. “You’re wet, baby. I think you like this a lot more than you say you do.” More swats, on her thighs, her ass, her upper arms, even as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and finger-fucked her pussy.
    This is how she’d remain until she offered up her first orgasm to him, his willing prisoner, exposed.
    “After I get done with you,” he said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out, and then you’re going to suck my cock clean. Then, and only then, will I let you down, so you’d better start coming for me.”
    He laid the paddle on her stomach and started tormenting her breasts, her nipples, pinching, rolling, flicking them. Sometimes he tied the harnesses to push her breasts out, but he didn’t tonight. Tonight he left them free to torture and torment. Including leaning in to nip and suck on her nipples.
    That’s what shoved her over the edge, finally. As she started coming, straining in the ropes, the hand in her pussy fucked her harder, faster, slamming against her clit with every stroke.
    “There you go,” he said. “I knew you had it in you.”
    And after all their years together, he also knew exactly how to keep her coming. He grabbed her by the hair with his other hand to hold her body still while the hand in her pussy kept her orgasming.
    Of course, he always took her right to the edge, but just when she thought she might have to safeword, the hand in her pussy fell still, making her gasp.
    Fingers touched her lips and her mouth opened automatically, sucking them clean for him.
    He spun her around, and then slid his cock into her pussy, slowly, deeply, using the ropes to hold on for traction.
    Her climb started again, jumpstarted by him rubbing her clit with his thumb.
    June closed her eyes and soared, fully in the grips of pleasure and subspace now, loving the ride, loving being ridden by her husband, loving it when he took control and sent her into orbit.
    Their sex life was always good, but there was something even better about doing it in rope, having it done to her, especially since it wasn’t something they could do every time. Not even at the club, not like this, not with full participation from him, too. Only at the private parties with a suspension rig could he fuck her silly in mid-air.
    And that didn’t happen nearly as frequent as she wished it did.
    He picked up the pace, fucking her hard, deep, driving his cock all the way inside her, his big, beefy hands controlling her, using her.
    Aaannnd another one.
    Her big grizzly bear of a husband was always good in the sack. But these times brought out the animal in him in an even better way. She managed another, smaller orgasm by the time he finally thrust his cock inside her one last time and fell still with it buried in her pussy. She didn’t open her eyes as he caught his breath, waiting until he withdrew, spun her around, and then caressed her cheek.
    Her lips opened, waiting. He slid his cock into her mouth and she eagerly sucked it, lapping at it. Sometimes she could get him up again quickly and he’d fuck her a second time in the ropes.
    Not tonight, unfortunately. After a minute or two, he chuckled and pulled himself free, still spent. “Good girl,” he said.
    He quickly freed her arms and legs, helping tip her up so