He noted the slight admission of surrender. She'd admitted to the pleasure. She'd expanded on her answer. And she'd used a dirty word without prompting. He nodded in approval. "Good. You'll find that many times pleasure and pain go together. It's a lesson you're going to learn very well." He was pleased to see pull back a little at that statement. She understood that her trial was only beginning.

"Now pull off those panties and bring that ottoman over here. I'm thinking a little appetizer might be good before dinner." With more than a little manipulation, he finally had her laying face up on top of his body, her pussy before his lips and her head supported by the ottoman. It was a highly erotic sight looking downpast the folds of her cunt to the peaks of her tits, and finally to the fearful look on her face. It was a sight he promised himself he would soon capture on film. But first...

His wife's cunt gaped open as he roughly spread her legs wider. From the wetness and warmth, he could tellthat his previous orders had truly turned her on. Good. Unlike some of the other women he'd bedded, his wife's juices were invigorating, a combination of sweet and bitter flavors that never failed to ignite his passion. Lifting her ass with his hands, he brought her cunt up to his mouth, lightly licking the engorged lips. His wife shuddered at the touch, wanting more but unable to press closer to his mouth. He was in complete control.

With his tongue still lingering on her pussy lips, he traced the length of her hole from top to bottom. "Don't move!" he mumbled into her, as she once again tried to shift closer. Happy that this simple move could drive her crazy, he repeated it over and over, never letting more than the tip of his tongue glide along her steaming folds. Even whenher juices began flowing from her slit he kept to the ridges, her moans and gasps echoing in the room. Finally, only after he'd marked out a blazing red trail around the edge of her cunt, did he dip his tongue in to taste the nectar at its source. At that, his wife jumped as if hit by an electric shock, and only by squeezing her ass tightly could he keep her from falling out of position.

"Don't move!" he shouted at her, punctuating his order by squeezing her ass even harder. Finally feeling her body begin to soften, he plunged his tongue back into her cunt, mashing his teeth against the sensitive folds. This time she kept her body rigid, screaming out her surprise and pleasure. Using his tongue as scoop, he sucked the juices from her slit, twisting her body from side to side so he could reach every niche of her steaming hot gash. She was near to cumming. He could feel it in the way her cunt contracted on his tongue every time he probed her hole. He could hear it in her breathing. He could sense it in her posture. He contemplated leaving her on the edge as another sign of his power over her. But eating her out was a pleasure he wanted to continue after the two weeks was over. And besides, making her cum was just another kind of power and control.

That decided, he clamped his mouth to her pulsating hole, trapping her clit between his tongue and his teeth. She bucked and writhed against him, her juices smearing across his face. Her moans and cries echoed in his ears; she sounded more excited than at any other time in their marriage. Despite her violent thrashing he pulled her cunt to his mouth again, his nails digging deeply into the soft flesh of her ass. He lashed her clit with his tongue until it pulled free of its protective hood, and then attacked it with his teeth, rasping across it like a file over a stubborn burr.

Violent quakes shook her body, her legs spreading and contracting erratically about his head. With the first sign of her cunt squeezing his tongue, Jack immediately released her ass and brought both of his hands to cover her breasts. As the first orgasm coursed through her body, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them as hard as he could, until the swollen nubs began slipping through his sweaty fingers. Her squeals of pleasure turned to a howl of pain, and which then mixed again with her pleasured pantings to throw her again over the abyss. He kept up the pressure on her nipples until her body finally began settling down, and he could tell that the pain was overpowering the pleasurable sensations emanating from her now sopping pussy.

Only when he released her tits did she dare to look at him, the unspoken question in her eyes. Though he didn't need to explain himself, he did anyways. "Pain can be pleasure and pleasure can be pain. You'll learn that over the next few days." With that, he dumped her from his lap and ordered her to serve him dinner.