Pavlovian Conditioning Ch 01

Rolling over, Nick planted a soft kiss on the back of his wife's neck. She stirred, shifting until her body fit more snugly against his.

Time to get started, he thought to himself.

Having no real plans this weekend, for the first time in longer than either of them could remember, they had decided to sleep in as late as possible today. Glancing at the clock, Nick was surprised to see it read 9am. Sloane wasn't usually able to stay in bed past 7am, let alone 9am.

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Waiting for their Uber to arrive, Nick pulled Sloane around the corner, just out of sight of the sidewalk, where they could have more privacy. A quick glance at his phone showed the driver to be about 9 minutes away. Perfect, he thought.

By now, Sloane was a mess. Being teased for a full day was having better results than he'd anticipated, and he'd thought about today a lot over the past week, his cock in his fist each time. Shifting to adjust for his near-constant erection, he slid a hand up Sloane's thigh. She was soaked, moisture running down her leg. Using his thumb to collect some of the moisture, he brought it to her lips and commanded, "Be a good girl and clean up this mess."

Sloane whimpered and did as she was told, nipping the end of his thumb in a way that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to his hard dick. He moved in closer, bringing his mouth to hers, one hand on the back of her neck, the other underneath her skirt, just a breath away from where she wanted him. He kissed her sensually, exploring her mouth with a deep pressure, his own need barely restrained. Sloane began to move her hips in tiny jerking motions, desperate for his fingers to touch her. Smiling, Nick broke their kiss and asked, "You want more? Out here, where anyone could be watching?"

"I don't fucking care - please, I know I said I wanted this, but fuck, it's been days for me, and you've been relentless. I'm so close...I promise I'll be quiet." Sloane's voice was breathy and held a hint of bratty whining that made Nick's lips curl into a cruel grin.

"You promise you'll be quiet? Our Uber will be here in - " Nick glanced at his phone and then back at Sloane, " - three minutes, maybe two."

"Oh god, I promise, just fucking touch me!"

Nick did as she asked, holding his thumb firmly against her swollen clit. Sloane tried to push her hips back so she could get the friction she craved, but he didn't let her move. No, he simply held his thumb firmly over her clit. She growled in frustration and was about to demand more when his phone chirped, letting them both know their Uber was pulling up. Stepping back smoothly, Nick stepped in front of Sloane, giving her an extra second to orient herself before stepping back into view on the sidewalk.

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Surprisingly, Nick had left her alone during the Uber ride home, and her need for release had faded from an insistent pounding to a dull roar. She was still hornier than she'd ever been in her entire goddamn life, but at least now she felt like she could exit the car without having an orgasm on the spot. It had helped that their driver was...let's just say he was definitely not her type. In fact, the thought of having the mind-blowing orgasm she was so desperately craving while in his presence...the thought was enough to cool her off even further.

When they got home, Nick pulled Sloane into the front room, pushing her firmly against the wall, his arms caged around her as he kissed her deeply. She could feel his erection against her stomach and she moaned into his mouth, reaching for his belt.

"That's right, baby, you're going to suck my cock so good tonight." Sloane felt something tighten deep inside of her as Nick spoke, and she moaned into his mouth again.

Dropping to her knees, right there in the front room, Sloane began to fumble with Nick's belt. He leaned against the wall and fisted her hair, pulling her face to his crotch. His dick sprung free and Sloane felt her mouth begin to water. She took his entire length into her mouth, relaxing her throat so he could slide in all the way to the base. Knowing how much Nick loves this, she glanced up and met his eyes with her own. It normally took her a while to become horny enough to be able to take his entire length, and she'd just done it without any warm-up. His eyes were molten and a deep groan fell from his lips. She felt his cock twitch in her throat as his hips began to move seemingly on their own. Slowly, she pulled back, sucking and licking and taking her time. Her own hips were gyrating softly, and she slid her hand between her legs as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking and licking and moaning over him.

Suddenly, she felt Nick pull out of her mouth and before she knew what was happening, he had her over his shoulder and they were pounding up the stairs to their bedroom.

"Naughty girl, I told you - no touching. None. You're going to regret touching that needy little cunt of yours." Nick's voice held something mischievous, as if he'd been waiting for her to forget their little agreement so he could dole out some kind of punishment.

Nick dropped her onto their bed and commanded her to roll over until she was on all fours. She complied without thought, knowing he'd be getting a full view of her sopping pussy as her short dress rode up her thighs and ass from the position. He stepped back, clearly admiring what he saw.

"Like what you see? Do you see how fucking wet I am for you? How swollen and hard my poor clit is for you? I'm so hot and wet and tight...Come fuck this tight cunt like we both know you want to." I clenched my inner walls and circled my hips as I attempted to appeal to Nick. I wanted, no, I fucking NEEDED, something inside of me. Getting no reaction, I tried a different tactic.

"Please baby, I'm desperate. You've been teasing me all day. I'm so fucking needy. Let me be your good girl, please fuck me."

"I have plans for you, and yes, they do involve some fucking, but not yet." I whimpered at Nick's words, my pussy desperately clenching in anticipation. Another flood of moisture rushed through me, trickling out of my entrance. Thanks to being on all fours and gravity, the bead of hot moisture slid directly over my clit and I moaned softly, jerking my hips in some crude plea for more friction.

"Sit up."

I did as he said, raising my arms above my head as he reached for the hem of my dress. Slowly, oh so slowly, he raised the hem of my dress up my body, brushing the apex of my thighs and my nipples with deliberate pressure. My eyes rolled back and I moaned, unbelievably turned on at the slight caress of material. When the dress was nearly over my head, he flipped me back onto my hands and knees, leaving my vision obscured. I felt his hands grab my hips roughly and I pushed back, fully anticipating his hard cock to slide into me.

"SMACK!"

Instead of entering me, Nick landed a slap - a hard slap! - onto my left ass cheek. "Oh, fuuuuck..." I moaned softly, growing even wetter, though I wasn't sure how that was possible. I felt his thumb rubbing at the base of my spine. A minute later, warm oil dripped onto my lower back and ass, and his strong hands began massaging the area. It wasn't long before I felt some pressure at my rear entrance. He used his thumb to apply a gentle pressure, rubbing in circles, seemingly in no hurry, until I felt myself relax into the sensation. He pushed harder, using his middle finger to brush against my aching cunt. That was all it took for me to completely relax my tight ring and I felt him push past the muscle and into my ass. I moaned, not expecting to feel this good. I was no stranger to anal sex, but it wasn't something I really enjoyed. It was...fine. Except tonight, oh my god, the feeling of finally having something inside of me was intoxicating. I wanted more.

I began to rock back against his thumb, inviting Nick to go deeper, to give me more. To my disappointment, he pulled his thumb away and left me feeling empty and desperate. A few seconds later, I felt him moving around until I felt something cold and heavy pressing against my ass.

"That's right, baby, I'm going to put something new in that pretty little ass of yours. You're doing so well, such a good girl. Be a good girl and relax for me, that's it, relax and let me fill that tight hole for you. You can't see me right now, but I have one hand wrapped around my cock because the sight of you like this is so fucking hot. That's right, relax for me. Good girl."

Slowly, so fucking slowly, Nick inserted what felt like a metal butt plug into my newly needy ass. It felt...foreign, but incredible. I moaned again, feeling the plug fit snugly into place, the cold weight of the metal drawing a wave of foreign sensations through me. "That's my good girl. You must be so fucking desperate right now, aching and dripping for me."

As soon as the words "good girl" left Nick's mouth, I moaned again, louder, and began to push back. I felt his cock brush my hip, felt his hand grasping himself and stroking, bare hints of movement. Watching Nick stroke himself always made me feel horny. He didn't let me watch very often, and being unable to see what he was doing right now was torture.

Nick moved behind me, and I felt myself being flipped over again, my dress finally being pulled all of the way off. I blinked at the sudden change in light. The movement caused the butt plug to shift inside of me and I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Smiling at me, Nick slowly, oh so fucking slowly, stroked his cock, giving me an erotic show. I bit my lip as I noticed a small bead of moisture at the tip. Nick let go with a slight gasp, and I knew how close he must be to orgasm. Nick was not prone to pre-cum, and for him to have such a large bead forming meant he was desperate for release, though at the moment, I didn't think anyone could feel any more desperate than I did.

He noticed me staring at his cock and smiled at me. "Would you like a taste?"

"Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically.

He crawled up my body and stopped with the tip of his dick a mere breath away from my lips. I tried to sit up for a better angle but he forced me back, so I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and collected the salty drop with the very tip of my tongue. Nick hissed and pulled away from me, turning his back to get something from the side drawer. Thinking I would get away with it, I tried to sneak a quick touch while his back was turned, but he must have known I would attempt something because as soon as I shifted he turned and gave a sharp slap to my aching pussy. The unexpected sting of sensation was enough to make me gasp, the sensation pulling me back from the precipice of orgasm while somehow igniting yet more need in my clit.

"Bad girl, you clearly can't be trusted. Here, let's take some proactive measures." I felt Nick pull my knees apart, inserting a spreader bar between them. It wasn't long before he had both of my ankles tightly secured to the cold metal, my legs held open by the unyielding bar.

"But then, your legs weren't really the problem, were they?" The glint in his eye went straight to my pussy and a shock of pleasure ran straight to my core. I could feel my vaginal walls clenching in desperation, the plug in my ass giving a kind of ripple effect as I flexed my internal muscles. I moaned again, more moisture slicking my thighs, running down my slit and across my plugged asshole, my hips thrusting upward rhythmically.

The sounds of velcro distracted me for a minute, and I felt a thick collar surround my neck. My wrists were secured to the collar, the lead too short to allow me to access anything but my nipples. Nick smiled at me, again fisting his cock with slow, deliberate movements, making sure I could see every detail. He was hard, jutting straight out, his balls high and tight to his body. I whimpered and locked eyes with him, knowing he would see the raw need behind my eyes.

"That's right - I haven't cum in two full days, and playing with you all day has my balls heavy and full of hot, salty cum, just for you, I know how much you enjoy seeing a massive load of my cum."

I whimpered, thrusting my hips to no avail. He was right about my fetish. Something about seeing a massive load of cum shoot forcefully out of Nick's cock just did it for me. I especially enjoyed watching him cum when it had been a few days. The next best thing was feeling him shoot his load inside of me. He could cum with enough force to send me over the edge, the pressure of his hot spurts aligning perfectly with my g-spot. Even thinking about this brought me closer to the edge, and I hadn't even been touched since sneaking in that forbidden tap earlier. His filthy words weren't helping me.

Nick thrust a pillow under my hips, giving himself a better angle for whatever he was about to do to me. The plug in my ass shifted and I could feel the pressure and weight of it against my inner walls. I panted at the sensation. He pulled another pillow out and placed it under my neck, taking a moment to admire the way my tits cradled my bound arms, asking, "Comfortable?"

I pouted, wiggling my hips again for good measure. "I'd be more comfortable if you'd let me cum."

Chuckling, Nick leaned back. "Are you ready to hear my plans for you?" He drew out the word "plans" and lightly stroked his middle finger across my slit, his feather light touch igniting my core, pressure building, before removing his hand. The sudden lack of sensation was infuriating.

"If you let me cum, you can cum in my mouth. I'll even try to swallow, please, just let me cum." Desperation like I've never known filled me. The thought of having semen in my mouth was usually enough to make me gag, but not tonight. No, tonight, I realized I wouldn't mind letting him cum in my mouth. I might even...like it. Especially if he'd just let me cum. I couldn't take much more.

"Baby, I'd hoped you'd say that. But I'm afraid that's not quite good enough for what I have in mind tonight. You see, I want you to ache. I want you to ask - no - beg me to cum down your throat. I want you to crave the taste of me like you crave an orgasm right now." I closed my eyes, head falling back as his words sunk in. He rolled both of my nipples between his fingertips, something I didn't usually enjoy but was thoroughly appreciating tonight. I was so turned on, it was like my body was awakening erogenous zones I wasn't even aware of having.

He pulled away, turning again to rustle around in the side drawer. When Nick turned back to me, he had a medium makeup brush and a delicate fan paint brush in his hands. "What are you doing?" I asked, knowing exactly what he was going to do with those brushes. The knowledge sent another wave of wetness down my thighs as my body readied itself for what was to come. "Nick...I mean, sir...?" My voice trailed off when he didn't answer me. Smiling, he pulled another item from the drawer. A pussy pump.

Eyes darkening with intent, Nick crooned to me, "Are you ready for your first tease? You see, I'm going to tease your dripping cunt with these brushes for the next, oh, let's say 7 minutes. Remember how much you moaned and writhed and dripped for me the last time we played with these? I thought you were going to squirt for me then...And I've been doing some research about how to torment you more effectively since the last time."

Nick dripped more warmed oil onto my mound and labia, though why he thought he needed it was beyond me. I was a soaking mess by now. Regardless, the whisper of sensation caused by the oil running between my pussy lips had me pushing against my restraints, attempting to clench my thighs together to get some relief. No matter what I tried, the goddamned spreader bar wouldn't allow it. I pulled at my wrist cuffs in a futile attempt, but perked up when I realized I could touch my nipples. It hadn't occurred to me to try earlier because, well, I didn't normally enjoy nipple play, and because I wasn't sure if touching my nipples would earn another punishment from Nick. Deciding to hold off on touching my nipples - for now - I arched my back in anticipation of what was to come.

"Alexa, set a timer for 7 minutes." Nick picked up the thicker brush and moved toward me.

"Okay, timer set for 7 minutes."

Even knowing what was coming, I gasped as I felt the barest touch of the brush against my outer pussy lips. Slowly, so fucking slowly, Nick moved the paintbrush over each lip, occasionally dipping the bristles into my dripping cunt for moisture. He avoided my throbbing clit, barely brushing the very base of that sweet little bundle of nerves as he circled my puffy lips, "Oh my god, that's so...fucking frustrating. More, please, more. I can't get anywhere like this!" I wasn't sure if I was in ecstasy or agony. Nick continued his even pace, never changing his speed or pressure, dancing at the very edge of my clit with each pass. He occasionally changed the direction of his circles, but that was it.

"Remember how you teased me last weekend? As soon as I told you it'd been three, maybe four days since my last orgasm, you got this glint in your eyes. You edged me mercilessly. Barely giving me a chance to settle down before bringing me up again. Over and over." I whimpered, not sure if he wanted me to apologize or if he was getting ready to thank me or something. He continued painting me with my own arousal while I throbbed and begged for more.

"My balls were aching. Remember how you sucked on my sack right before I was about to cum? Fucking hell that was exquisite. You pulled me back from the very brink of orgasm, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted to see your face covered in my cum. You left me there...hovering and aching and right on that edge...and then you sucked on my finger."

I groaned, recalling exactly what had happened last weekend. Nick was right - I had been in a playful mood, and hadn't wanted to stop pushing him. I'd been so turned on by his moans and pleas, and feeling the way his sack grew taut against his body when he was close to exploding...I writhed again, the memory adding to my desperation as I tried to change my leverage enough to feel more from Nick's teasing brush. He laughed, clearly enjoying the sight of me at his complete mercy.

"Why don't you be a good girl and tell me what happened after you sucked on my finger last weekend?" As he said this, Nick changed his pattern. Instead of circling my pussy lips with the brush, he started swirling the soft bristles around my quivering clit, not quite touching it directly, just teasing the hood and base of the sensitive bundle as I moaned and jerked my hips. Pausing for a moment, he started moving the brush just to the left of my hard nub, exactly where I liked to touch myself.

"I - I, oh my god..." The sensation of the brush being so fucking close to where I was desperate for more was driving me insane. I couldn't take it...it was too much! My inner muscles clenched again, and I was reminded, again, of the thick weight of the butt plug filling me.

Just then, the Alexa timer went off and Nick immediately stopped his teasing.

"I bet you're wondering what comes next? Probably hoping for an orgasm now?" The way he said it told me there was no chance I was getting my orgasm, at least not yet.

Leaning over, Nick grabbed the pussy pump. I'd completely forgotten he'd grabbed it earlier. Covering the cup with oil, Nick attached it to my aching cunt and began pumping. My already swollen clit could be seen jutting out through the clear cup and I groaned at the sensation. I wouldn't be able to cum this way, no matter how fucking close to the edge I was. I felt blood begin to gather in my already engorged pussy and knew the sensitivity would be unreal when he released me.

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, I haven't finished telling you my plans for the evenin- "