Steve looked at the beautiful redhead seated next to him on the Airbus 320 as it took them to their destination, an all-inclusive island resort. He was the luckiest man alive that she was not only sexy and well-endowed, but she was his wife, Olivia. He was excited for this trip; it had been a long time since they’d taken a vacation, and he intended to make it one that they would remember for a very long time.

Although sharing her the night before with more than a dozen men who gangbanged her on a moving party bus had been incredibly hot, he was looking forward to having Liv all to himself, especially since she’d agreed to be submissive for the entire week.

But first on the agenda tomorrow morning would be the two-hour, deep-tissue massage, complete with hot stones that he’d promised her. It had been the only thing she’d asked for, and she’d more than earned.

He kissed her forehead as she slept, nuzzling against his shoulder. Her body would need time to recover, so he figured he could make sure that happened by denying her his cock anywhere but her mouth for the first day.

At some point, he must have dozed off too, because he awoke to the sound of the flight attendant announcing their final descent. He nudged her awake and grinned when she expressed disappointment that her lengthy nap had prevented some Mile High Club fun.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Steve said. “There’s always the ride home.”

His answer made her smile.

“Besides,” he added, “you deserve a break. You outdid yourself on that party bus, baby. So much so that George asked when we could do it again. I hope you don’t mind, but I told him that it was a one-time deal. It was a bucket-list item for me, and for you, I think. Now that it’s been checked off, I don’t need to make you go through that again.”

Olivia smiled. “It’s always nice when we are on the same page. It was exciting to experience that level of debauchery, but I’m content to focus on my Hot Wife Hotel clients. And you, of course… Sir.”

Steve felt his cock twitch. “We’re definitely on the same page, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.”

They arrived at the resort relatively late in the evening, so they opted to order room service, enjoy a romantic dinner and some wine out on the lanai, and call it a night. Afterward, they climbed into bed, cuddled under the luxurious comforter, and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

After awakening the next morning well-rested, Olivia got up to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.

Liv’s brows furrowed. “I’m putting clothes on.”

“No. You agreed to be submissive the entire week, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Then you’ll be naked for the entire time we are in this suite. You will only be allowed to wear clothing when we leave the room. And, at no time, will panties of any kind be permitted.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Olivia felt a tingle run up her spine. She wasn’t entirely sure that Steve had been serious about her being submissive. But she was certainly willing to succumb to his desire to dominate her.

“I’ve ordered breakfast via room service. So, you’ve no need for clothes. But eat quickly, since the masseuse I’ve arranged for will be here in about an hour.”

“Thank you so much for setting up a massage for me, Sir,” Liv said as she stood naked before him with her gaze lowered to the floor.

Steve’s cock ached with need. Breakfast would have to wait; he intended to feed Olivia something else.

“Get on your knees and open your mouth,” he said as he freed his shaft from his boxers and let Olivia lick the drop of precum that seeped from its tip.

“Good girl,” he said as he eased his dick, inch by inch, into her mouth. “Oh, fuckkk, your mouth feels so good. That’s right, suck it. Mmm-hmmm.”

Olivia swallowed Steve’s cock with gusto, swirling her tongue and allowing the vibrations of her moans drive him wild. His thrusts were gentle at first, slow and methodical, but soon, his balls ached as he replayed the vision of her being ravaged on that bus and then focused on what he planned to do with her later today and all the rest of the week.

It was too much; he needed to pump into her. He grabbed her head and pushed into her throat repeatedly, using her like a common street whore. He almost felt guilty. And then she looked up at him with lust and love in her eyes, and it wrecked him. He buried himself to the hilt and shot his load down her throat.

“Fuckkk, baby! You’re so fuckin’ good. My God, I’m a lucky man. But I’ll have to return the favor later. We need to eat before your massage.”

“Food can wait; I’m not sure my neediness can,” Olivia admitted.

“Surely you aren’t going to argue with me, are you?” he asked teasingly.

“No, Sir,” she sighed. “You’re in charge here, not me.”

“Good girl.”

Steve leaned in and whispered, “I want you to feel needy during the massage.”

Liv shrugged. “Why? Does it come with a happy ending?”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Shortly thereafter, the masseur arrived with his massage table and a bag with his oils and other supplies.

“Hi,” he said warmly. “I’m Adam, I’ll be your masseur today.”

Steve greeted him with a hearty handshake and said, “Hi, Adam, I’m Steve. But this treatment isn’t for me. You’ll be massaging my wife, Olivia, today.”

Adam glanced at Olivia’s naked body, allowing his gaze to linger on her spectacular curves.

“It will be my pleasure,” Adam said to Steve, never taking his eyes off the sexy redhead.

Steve chuckled as he noticed the burgeoning bulge in Adam’s pants. “I’ll be in the other room if you need me.”

Adam set up the table and invited Olivia to lie down on her tummy. “Typically, I’d step out while my client undressed, but you’re a step ahead of me.”

Liv grinned sheepishly. She’d been naked in front of countless men and a handful of women, so she was baffled by her feeling of awkwardness. But she tucked that away so it wouldn’t spoil her enjoyment of her massage.

Adam’s hands were magnificent! His thumbs hit all the right spots, working out aches and pains her body had endured while being stretched and pulled in a variety of ways while she’d been a fuck toy on the party bus just a few days prior. His fingers massaged lavender-scented oil into her muscles, and the hot stones did wonders to relax her.

When she flipped over onto her back, she noticed that Adam pulled the sheet down, exposing her breasts. He sat on a stool behind her head and worked on her shoulders. He moved his hands across her collar bones and stopped just above the swell of her bosom. “May I go further?” he asked.

Olivia murmured, “Mmm-hmm,” and closed her eyes.

Adam’s strong hands cupped both breasts and kneaded them vigorously. While unexpected, it was indeed glorious to have her tits receiving attention. And though she inadvertently started moaning, he remained very professional, much to her disappointment. Her nipples ached to be pinched, and, suddenly, she understood now what Steve meant when he said he wanted her to be needy during the massage.

As he moved to the tops of her thighs, she felt her juices start to flow each time his fingers came close to her bare mound. She willed herself to be still instead of rocking her hips like a wanton slut. But oh, how she ached to be filled!

At the end of the two hours, Adam ran a single finger from just above her mound to just below her mouth. A gasp escaped her lips, making Adam chuckle.

“Sounds like someone is ready for her next treatment.”

“Next treatment?”

Suddenly, Steve appeared. “Yes, my darling slut.  Unfortunately, Adam won’t be staying as he has another client scheduled. But he certainly has you ready for me; your scent is intoxicating.”

Taking her hand, Adam helped Olivia off the massage table, the sheen of the massage oil making her naked body look even more exquisite.

“Thank you very much,” Steve said, handing Adam a cash tip. “My wife looks very relaxed.”

“My pleasure… truly. Should you need my services again, feel free to call,” Adam said, handing Steve his business card.

When they were alone again, Steve kissed her deeply and said, “Now the fun begins.”

Olivia felt excitement coursing through her veins. She didn’t know what her husband had planned next, but knowing it would be just the two of them felt marvelous.

Apparently, Steve felt the same way.

“I think our new friend, Adam, was a little disappointed that I didn’t invite him to stick around and enjoy you further. But, as much as I love to watch you with other men, I’m feeling very greedy; I want you all to myself. You don’t mind, do you, darling?”

“Not at all. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy being reclaimed. But I’ve been looking forward to this time with just the two of us very much. I’m all yours, Sir.”

“I love hearing that. Yes, you are all mine, to do with whatever I please. Lie down on the bed, my needy little slut. I’ll be right back. I need to grab a few things.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She lay patiently waiting for him; the anticipation made her wet and wanton.

He entered the bedroom moments later with a wicked grin. Without a word, he lifted her arms over her head and used the rope he’d brought with him to secure her wrists to the bed. The look of lust in her eyes made him hard as fuck. Next, he slipped on a blindfold, wanting to enhance her senses as he touched her.

Moving down to the end of the bed, he attached the straps of an adjustable spreader bar to each of her ankles and opened the bar to its widest setting. Enjoying the view of his wife spread open for his use, he unzipped his trousers and released his stiff member from its constraints.

Precum oozed and glistened; lust coursed through his veins; his dick throbbed with need.

It was tempting to forgo his entire plan, thrust into her wide-open, juicy cunt, and fuck the living shit out of her.

But where was the fun in rushing to the finish line?

Using his fingertips, he traced tiny circles along her inner thighs, enjoying the moans his touch elicited from her lips. Her hips, which she’d managed to keep in check during her massage, began to rock slowly. The scent of her wanton need permeated the room.

“Your cunt smells delicious, slut. I can practically taste it in the air. Such a dirty little whore getting so turned on by a massage, then even more so by being tied up by your owner. That’s right, slut. I am your owner. You are my property to use and fuck as I see fit. Your cunt belongs to me. Your tits are my playthings. Your ass is mine to abuse. Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

Steve eyed the assortment of impact implements he’d laid out on the bed next to her as his testosterone level seemed to shoot through the roof.

All in good time.

He’d work up to those decadent tools of debauchery.

“During this session, you’re not my beautiful, sophisticated wife. You’re an owned submissive slut with three holes to fill and some magnificent tits to play with; a receptacle for my sexual needs; a fucking cum dumpster to be filled with and covered in my hot seed.”

His words were vile, but his touch was still gentle and teasing as his fingers worked their way across her smooth mound and up her taut belly, before landing on her voluptuous tits. Once there, he rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was hard. He pinched it until she whimpered. Then he took the clover clamps out of his pocket and attached one to the already aching nip.

“Fuckkk!” Olivia cried.

“Breathe through it. Once the initial shock dissipates, you’ll enjoy the pressure, slut.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

“You have a safe word, and it’s okay to use it, slut.”

“No, Sir. I’m okay. I… it… I wasn’t expecting…”

Before she could finish her thought, Steve clamped the other nipple and felt almost embarrassed that his cock twitched as she panted through the pain. But he knew her body; knew what she could handle.

And he knew that she’d be disappointed if he took them off too soon. She needed to be dominated as much or more than he needed to dominate her. It was the next level in their quest for the ultimate sexual high.

If he had any doubt that she was enjoying this wickedly erotic abuse, a quick check between her legs made him smile. Her juices were seeping out of her and running down the crack of her ass. It was a fuckin’ gorgeous sight to see.

“Your pussy is leaking like a whorish cunt that needs to be filled. Good thing I brought along this thick dildo to shove inside you, slut.”

Olivia wasn’t used to this side of Steve; she wasn’t sure she’d ever heard him talk this dirty to her. It was making her body hum with need.

“Yes, Sir. Please, fill me, Sir.”

He tugged on the chain connecting the clover clamps, sending Olivia over the edge.

“Oh, fuckkk!”

“Look at what a whore you are! Your nipples are enjoying the clamps so much that I didn’t even need to touch your cunt to make you cum. But you didn’t have my permission to climax, naughty slut!”

Steve grabbed the crop that had been practically calling his name and swatted each creamy breast until they developed a lust-inducing crimson hue. But all that did was make Olivia hotter. Her body writhed and bucked as she enjoyed his decadent torment.

“The harsher I am, the sluttier you become,” he mused.

With one hand, Steve gripped the spreader bar and lifted Olivia’s legs in the air, exposing her luscious ass; with the other hand, he gave each fleshy cheek several firm swats. Then, grabbing the dildo, he eased it into her in a slow but continuous move.

“You’re so fucking wet!” he growled as he fucked her with the toy cock, trying desperately to remember why he wasn’t just giving her the real thing.

Patience.

“Please, Sir. May I cum?”

“Not yet, slut.”

He hooked the spreader bar over his shoulder so he could continue to fuck her with the fake dick and use the crop to swat her ass and mound.

“Please, Sir!” she screamed. “I need to cum!”

“Not yet!” he countered.

He yanked the dildo from her pussy and shoved his own thick cock inside her. There was no finesse; this was not lovemaking, this was pure, animalistic fucking. He hammered into her cunt like a rutting bull and tugged on the chain, sending searing sensations throughout Liv’s body.

“OH FUCKKK!” she cried. “Please, Sir!”

Steve continued pounding into her pussy, ignoring her pleas until he felt his balls tighten.

“Cum with me, slut!” he growled. “Spray those juices while I fill you with my hot seed!”

Steve pulled the nipple clamps off suddenly, sending Olivia over the edge. Her pussy gripped his cock and triggered his orgasm as well. They climaxed together, panting and growling, sating their intense lust.

Moments later, Steve slid out of Olivia’s pussy, oddly turned on by the sight of his load seeping out of her. He set the spreader bar down on the bed, went to the kitchenette, and grabbed a spoon. He returned to the bedroom and felt pride swell within him. There she lay, his gorgeous redhead, still spread open after having been thoroughly fucked. And she belonged to him.

Still blindfolded and tied to the bed, she remained at his mercy. It made his spent cock spring back to life.

Using the spoon, he scooped his semen from her and brought it to her lips.

“Open up, slut.”

She obeyed without question as he fed her several spoonfuls of his creamy jizz. She swallowed each one, licking her lips and moaning with pleasure.

“God, Olivia, you make me so fuckin’ happy. You’re incredible, you know that?”

She smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir. I’m happy that my body pleases you.”

“Everything about you pleases me. I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

As tempting as it was to leave her tied up, he did want to make use of the resort’s beautiful pool. Liv deserved the amenities that came with this vacation.

Once she was free of her constraints, Olivia showered and put on the tiny swimsuit Steve had laid out on the bed for her—the thong bottom exposed her ass cheeks, still somewhat red from the vigorous spanking she’d received.

But she didn’t complain; she had fully embraced the idea of her submissiveness on this trip, and it was, she realized, lovely to let Steve make all the decisions.

They enjoyed the pool and the hot tub and got a little handsy in the sauna. After a lovely afternoon of sun and fun, they showered and got dressed up for dinner in the formal dining room of the resort.

Olivia wore an emerald-green dress with matching shoes and straightened her long, red hair, tucking it behind her ears to display the emerald earrings that sparkled in the candlelight.

They drank champagne and enjoyed a romantic dinner before walking back to the suite, hand in hand.

“I want to make love to my wife,” Steve blurted out.

“I belong to you, Steve. You can do whatever you like with me. Yes, that means tying me up, spanking me, clamping my nipples, and treating me like a dirty little slut. But it also means that you can woo me with champagne and take me to bed like a treasured lover.”

“Do you see why I think you’re perfect? You know exactly what to say. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, Steve. Take me to bed. Please, Sir?”

He scooped her up, carried her into the room, and tossed her playfully on the bed.

“Let me take this dress off first, Sir. It’s your favorite on me, and I’d hate to see it get ripped or ruined.”

She stood up and removed her dress slowly, performing an impromptu striptease for Steve. He looked at her with such love and longing; it was a heady feeling to be so desired.

He removed his clothing and joined her on the bed. And got an idea…

Grabbing the rope from earlier, he secured her wrists to the headboard again and said, “Trust me.”

Liv smiled. “I’ve never trusted anyone more.”

She looked incredible with her arms above her head, helpless and submissive, and all his.

But this time, there’d be no clamps, crops, or chains. This time, his touch was gentle and sensual.

He planted soft, wet kisses on her neck, sucked each nipple tenderly, and worked his way down her body. His fingers skimmed across her skin and left her breathless. It was pure, erotic seduction, and her body was humming.

When he reached her soft, bare mound, he let his fingers dance there for a moment before letting his tongue take over. He lapped and flicked, he sucked and nibbled, all at such an incredibly deliberate pace as her hips moved in time.

Just when Olivia thought she might die of need, Steve began to feast upon her until he had her bucking wildly. As his tongue worked its magic, he slid two fingers into her drenched pussy and was rewarded with a flood of her sweet nectar.

Steve moved to enter her, kissing her first to share her delicious flavor. He eased in slowly, watching Liv’s eyes roll back and flutter as she moaned, “Oh, God, yes!”

Her hips rose to meet each unhurried thrust, love and lust exchanged in their glances.

“God, I love being inside you, Olivia,” he moaned. “There’s no one like you.”

“There’s no one like you, either, Steve. As many cocks as I’ve taken during my time at Hot Wife Hotel, on Darko’s Yacht, on that party bus, and wherever else I’ve been used, no man knows my body the way you do. No one else can give me the perfect mix of rough, dirty sex and sensual, tender lovemaking. Only you.”

“I love watching other men enjoy you; it makes me so proud. But my favorite part of all that is when we come together again afterward. You’re the only woman who brings out both the beast and the gentleman in me. Only you.”

Steve continued this slow, sensual lovemaking until he felt her urgency matching his. Then he gave them both what they needed, picked up the pace, and came hard deep inside her while her body shook with release.

He lay atop her for a moment before reaching up to untie the ropes that held her captive. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warm embrace, and whispered, “Just think, we still have six more days to enjoy each other.”

Olivia sighed.

“This is turning out to be the best vacation ever.”