Part 136
As the limo pulled back in front of the hotel, Howie and Sarah both saw that the fans had thinned out considerably but there were still a few hanging around. Howie wanted to just wave to them and go up to their room but Sarah insisted he sign autographs.
As they were walking up the sidewalk, Howie stopped her and pulled her to him. In a whisper, he whined, "Angel, I just wanna be alone with you."
Sarah giggled as his beard tickled her neck. "D, sign the autographs."
"But, Sarah…" he continued to whine.
"Good things come to those who behave."
Howie laughed, "But YOU are the slave for the night."
"Nope!" she said with a twinkle in her eye.
"Why not? You lost the race."
"And you said all I had to do was sing. I did that so I’m done. Now go sign some autographs…slave."
Howie pretended to pout but he went to talk to the fans pulling Sarah by the hand with him. They didn’t stay long since there weren’t that many fans there.
As the elevator doors closed, Howie pinned Sarah to the wall in a fiery kiss. He used his leg to rub Sarah as his hands gripped her ass pulling her close.
Sarah moaned softly running her hands through his hair. She managed to say, "An infidel being so bold. You’ll have to be punished."
Howie gave an evil grin. "That’s where you’re wrong…wench. I AM your master and you will be dealt with for stepping out of line," he growled.
The elevator doors opened on their floor and Howie scooped Sarah up in his arms carrying her to their room. He had to set her down so he could open the door but once inside, he kicked the door shut.
Sassily, Sarah made her way to their bedroom not looking back at Howie once but she knew he was watching her. She called back to him, "Slave…bring me a drink."
Howie groaned as he felt that familiar tightness in his crotch then followed her. On his way to the bedroom, he grabbed the belts off their terrycloth robes that hung in the bathroom and tossed them on the bed.
"Where’s my drink?" Sarah asked innocently.
"I’m gonna give you something to drink, wench," he grunted as he grabbed her by the waist. He kissed her…a brutal kiss, his tongue parting her lips forcefully and plundering her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her back from his kiss and commanded, "Undress."
With an indignant tone, Sarah said, "How dare a slave speak to the queen in such a way!"
"This slave is revolting," and he started to undress her himself. Then he forced her onto the bed taking the belts and tying her hands to the headboard. He stood to look at her and smiled. "Now, wench…it’s MY turn to punish you."
Howie left Sarah where she was to go back to the kitchen, never once thinking what this was doing to her. He got a bucket of ice and a couple other things.
When he returned, Sarah was in tears and fighting desperately to get away. Seeing her tears and the fear in her eyes, it hit him that this was probably what Russell had done to her and quickly untied her. He took her in his arms to hold her and said, "Oh god, Angel! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you."
"I’m okay…just when you left, it scared me. Where did you go?"
"I went to get something."
Sarah looked into his eyes seeing the love and tenderness that was ALWAYS there.
"You can tie me back," she whispered.
"Are you sure?"
"As long as you won’t leave me."
"Never."
Howie hesitated before retying her. Then he stood to undress. Slowly, button by button, Howie undid his shirt and Sarah watched as his firm, tan chest and rippled abs were revealed. He let the shirt drop to the floor in the pile with Sarah’s clothes and kicked off his shoes. As he did that, he undid his belt, sensuously licking his lips.
Sarah whimpered softly and Howie chuckled, "Oh…you like what you see, huh? Mmm….I’ll just have to WAIT to show you the whole package then."
Sarah begged, "Please, I want to see it all."
Howie paused, considering her request but decided to wait. He moved to the bed and hovered over her, leaning to kiss her lightly on the tip of her nose. "Good things come to those who behave."
Sarah groaned as she own words were used against her. She closed her eyes as Howie lay beside her kissing her neck. They were small kisses followed by his tongue, moving down to her collarbone. He stopped there and ran his tongue across them.
"You taste so sweet. I want to devour you."
Sarah’s eyes flew open as Howie took a piece of ice in his mouth and then her nipple. The contrast of the cold ice and Howie’s hot breath on her skin was numbing. She could feel the fire he had started and needed more.
Trying to reach him, Sarah cried, "Howie…please…I need you!"
Against her skin, he said, "Behave, wench." He bit her to emphasize his point and Sarah gasped from the pain.
Howie reached over for another ice cube, put it in his mouth, and then took Sarah’s nipple in his mouth again. He twirled the ice cube around her then his tongue using just the right combination causing Sarah to squirm. He switched to the other nipple giving it the same lustful attention before trailing his kisses and the ice down her stomach to just above her coarse brown hair. He looked up to her to see her eyes were smoky with desire and he could tell she wanted to touch him.
Sexily, he said, "Me thinks my queen is enjoying her punishment."
"If this is punishment, I wanna be BAD all the time."
Howie laughed, "Sweet, sweet punishment."
Moving between Sarah’s legs, Howie had to adjust his pants to accommodate his growing erection before getting another ice cube. This time he didn’t bother putting it in his mouth but with his hand, he ran it from her belly button to her mound then placed it on her swollen clit. Sarah flinched at the cold on her hot flesh, whimpering softly. Howie moved the ice away and replaced it with his mouth licking the water from the melted ice. Twirling his tongue around her clit, Howie inserted a finger into her ‘core’ and then stroked her outer lips with her own juices. Hungrily, he sucked, nipped, and licked his way over her wet folds.
Howie placed his hands on her hips in an effort to hold her still as he continued to suck her juices. As he felt her body tensing he moaned and the vibrations sent her spiraling.
Sarah was on fire, Howie’s tongue the fuel, and she tried desperately to touch him. She arched her back in an effort to get more but every time she moved, Howie would stop what he was doing and wait for her to be still. Now, as she fought to stay still, her body began to twitch and she felt herself loosing control. She cried out his name as her body shook from the powerful orgasm that was claiming her body.
"Oh God…Howie…I need you."
Maintaining his own control was difficult but he could tell this ‘game’ was exciting Sarah. He sat up now and leaned over her. Taunting, he said, "My Queen hasn’t been punished enough for her ill treatment of her slaves."
Sarah smiled, "I promise to be nicer."
"Hmmm…how can I be sure?"
"Let me go and I’ll show you."
"I don’t trust you."
Sarah could see the bulge of Howie’s erection and grinned, "You’d better trust me…or you won’t get any satisfaction."
"Oh…I’ll get my relief," and he stood to finish undressing. Sliding his pants over his hips, he let them pool at his ankles. Next, he hooked his thumbs in his boxers pushing them off. He now stood before her completely naked, his erection freed from its prison.
Howie moved to kneel beside her as he stroked himself. He saw how she gazed longingly and tried to reach him but he stayed out of reach. "You want this, Sarah?" he offered holding his cock in front of her.
"Uh huh!" she moaned.
Howie moved so that he was right at her face, his cock on her lips and she took him in her mouth. He moved slowly in and out of her as she sucked hungrily, her tongue running around the ridge of his cock. He pulled out of her mouth as the first drops of pre-cum trickled out and Sarah licked them off, trying to take him again.
"No, Sarah…my pace," Howie said tenderly. "I want this to last all night."
"Untie me, Howie. I want to touch you."
Tired of the game, Howie reached up to free Sarah’s hands. He needed to feel her touch too.
Sarah reached for his balls, caressing them softly as she took his cock into her mouth again. She moved up and down his shaft expertly, sucking and licking him eagerly until she felt his balls begin to tighten.
When Sarah pulled off, Howie moved quickly so that he was on top of her and entered her slowly. The feel of her hot walls closing around him was a relief and he stoked in and out slowly. Sarah ran her fingers lightly over his spine sending shivers through his body and Howie quickened his pace.
"I’ve…got to…have…all of you," gasped Howie.
Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him deeper into her. Gazing into his eyes, Sarah lost herself in the depths of their burning desire.
Howie felt her body contracting around him. With one last powerful thrust, he exploded, shooting his seed into her. Spent, Howie collapsed on her, holding her tight.
When his breathing returned to normal, Howie kissed her and whispered,
"I can NEVER get enough of you."
"Me either," sighed Sarah contentedly as she licked a line from his neck to his ear.
Howie hugged her tighter still. "I didn’t mean to scare you, Angel."
"It’s okay, D," said Sarah softly.
"Tell me…did Russell ever do this to you?"
Taking his hand in hers and playing with his wedding band, Sarah said,
"Yeah…he’d tie me to the bed and do what he wanted and leave me there.
Most of the time, his friends were there with him watching television and he was
usually drunk when he did it. He’d threaten to let his friends have their way
with me."
"I take it they never did?"
"No…It never happened. Russell was dominating and mean but the one thing I usually could count on was him NOT wanting to share me. He was jealous of my brothers because they got so much of my attention. He was jealous of Jesse. I think somewhere deep inside I knew he’d never let his friends at me but it still scared me to no end."
"Sarah, I know we joke around about me being in charge and forceful and everything…but I don’t like to do it. I don’t want to dominate you…you’re my partner, my equal, in everything."
Running her hands over his arms, Sarah said, "I’ve NEVER felt like you were trying to dominate me, Howie. There are some things where you HAVE to make the decisions, especially with business, and I don’t mind you being the boss. There are also times in our personal life when I WANT you to take charge…like earlier, when I was in my ‘mood’."
"What about when I tied you to the bed?" asked Howie, concern in his voice. He was scared that he had gone too far.
Sarah smiled softly hearing the concern. "I liked it, Howie…until you
left me here alone. I like the excitement…you know that. That’s part of why
we had problems last year. As long as I know you’re gonna be there to protect
me too, I’m fine."
"I’ll always be right here to protect you, Angel."
The couple snuggled together where they held on to each other through the night. They dozed, woke, made love, and fell asleep again in each other’s arms all through the night.