Honeymoon

Honeymoon: Day 1




Honeymoon: Day 1

 

Hank
woke to the feel of warm, small, soft hands lazily trailing down his back. He’d
flipped over on his stomach sometime during the night, and now Amanda was
massaging the flat, sinewy muscles in his back. He closed his eyes, relaxing under
her caress, until her hands wandered a little further south and started
kneading his buttocks.

With
a low growl he flipped over, caught the slim waist in his hands, and dropped
Amanda on the bed beside him. Growling in mock anger, he leaned over her. “And
just what would you be thinking of doin

Amanda
burst into giggles as his hands wandered up and down her ribs, tickling her.
“Waking you up,” she finally said.

“And
why would you want to wake me up?”

Amanda
grinned up at him. “Because I’m hungry and I want to get some breakfast,” she
said. “And I heard your stomach rumble too.”

Hank
growled. “I am hungry, all right,” he said. “For you.” He stopped as the memory
of what they’d done last night hit him. He sat back on his heels on the bed,
inspecting her body carefully.

The
scratches were gone. The abraded skin was gone. Even the puffy, inflamed skin
around her sex looked normal. The only reminders on her body were a couple of
fading toothmarks around her right nipple. He lowered his head and licked the
marks.

Amanda
groaned as she felt the roughness of his tongue on her flesh. The marks might
not still be there, but the nerves on her skin remembered the previous night’s
fun. She wanted more. Her hands came up to cup his head in her arms, and her bare
thighs fell open as she moaned again.

Hank
remembered the previous night, too. He was determined that this time it would
be for her pleasure only, though he thought he vaguely remembered Amanda
getting on top of him sometime that night. She had ridden his hips until they
both climaxed. Thinking about it made his desire for her heat up, but he was
determined, and he ordered his body to comply. Eventually it did.

He
commenced licking her all over, bathing her nude body in long, slow, thorough
tongue strokes. She had done it to him once; groomed his fur by running her
tongue through it. He’d been almost sorry when she stopped. Evidently it felt
as good to her as it did to him, judging from the sound of her heated moans.

He
started at her earlobes, nuzzling and nibbling on them gently, then left a
trail of hot, wet, lingering kisses all the way down the right side of her neck
to her collarbone. He licked along their length, marveling at the fragility of
her body; if he chose, he could snap her neck with a single blow; or break that
delicate collarbone with a single bite from his jaws. Yet, even knowing this,
Amanda still opened herself for him last night, allowing him to maul her body.
She trusted him. And he was determined not to break that trust.

His
tongue strokes moved lower, licking the pale smooth skin on top of her breasts.
He traced the curve of her breast down the side and up into the cleavage
between them, then did the same to her other breast. He made sure to flick his
tongue over the tiny hard nub of her nipple, smiling a little to himself as it
hardened in his mouth. He sucked, nibbled, careful not to use his teeth, and
then licked downwards, over her ribs, down over her flat, concave belly, and
down to the vee of her thighs. He stopped there. She gave a small cry of
disappointment, bu pus pushed her back to lie down on the bed.

This
time he started with her ankles, tongueing over the fragile bones, nibbling at
her tendons, then proceeding up her calf, massaging the muscle with his tongue
as he went. The backs of her knees were ticklish; he was extremely careful
here, applying just enough pressure so that she would feel it, but not lightly
enough to spoil the mood by making her giggle. It worked; her moans increased
in volume and pitch. He worked his way up her thigh, feeling the firm muscles
under the silky skin tense and relax tense and relax. He stopped jut before he
reached her sex, and turned his attention to her other leg.

By
the time she got back up to her sex, she was crying his name in soft, breathy
pants. His first swipe over her clit almost made her scream in pleasure. He
licked her folds thoroughly, from her outer labia all the way in until he could
finally slide his tongue into her vagina. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around
his tongue as she cried his name again, her hips now bucking wildly. And he
found his suspicions were correct; she might want him to make love to her, but
her vagina was swollen slightly from the marathon lovemaking of the night
before. Her body needed a break.

He
sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue finding the hood and pushing it back
to expose the tiny bump that was the center of her sex. He tongued it gently,
licking at the little pulsing piece of flesh, wondering how he’d had the gall
to bite her there the previous evening. It must have hurt…but she hadn’t
complained.

Well,
he’d make up for that hurt now. He waited until her cries reached a frantic
peak, then slipped his tongue into her vagina, tongue-fucking her as she
screamed his name and whimpered and shook with the force of her orgasm. Her
body fluids bathed his tongue as she came; but he didn’t mind at all. He had
read descriptions of that intimate nectar as being anything from sweet and
honey-like to salty and bitter. He couldn’t figure out what it really did taste
like; it was an entirely unique flavor. He lapped it up from her body, cleaning
her off, and she slowly came down from her high, then rolled off her and lay
back on the bed.

Amanda
giggled as she watched his cock stick straight upwards. “Hank, why didn’t
you…?” she gestured to her sex.

“You
are slightly swollen down there, love,” he said, opening one eye and looking at
her. “I do not want to hurt you by putting myself in there.”

“Mmm.
I appreciate your consideration,” she said warmly, slithering over to lie
between his thighs, taking the stiff shaft in her hand, “But you do realize
that there are other ways to have sex?” She arched an eyebrow at him
seductively as she took his engorged purple head in her mouth.

He
almost exploded right then and there. He rainrained himself…barely. “Amanda,”
he said in a choked voice, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

Amanda
grinned. “Hank, it’s different if you really want to,” she said. “With Br…well,
before, I didn’t really want to. It was a chore, something I didn’t really want
to do. But with you, it’s different. I want to do this. I was almost
practically trained to do this; and while I didn’t like the trainer, or the
training method, I’m perfectly willing to use the results for both our
pleasure.”

“Both…our…pleasure?”
it was hard to concentrate with those soft lips and hot mouth sliding up and
down his shaft. And the tongue swirling under the head of his cock…it was
taking all of his self-control to keep his mind on what she was saying, and he
knew he was losing the battle.

She
paused, and lifted her head from his groin. “I love hearing you moan like that,
Hank. Really. It’s just as pleasurable as actually having you in me.”

She dipped her head and
resumed licking, and she was doing such a good job of it that he came only
moments later. “Amanda…Amanda…Amanda…I’m coming….” Her hand and mouth moved
faster, and he tried to hold it in, thinking she wouldn’t want to swallow, but
finally he couldn’t hold it anymore. His shaft jerked, his balls contracted,
and he spurted jets of hot, creamy come into her waiting mouth. She kept it
open, waiting until his shaft had spent completely, then swallowed. Hank heard
her throat gulp down his hot d, ad, and his mind reeled.

* * *

She
squirmed a little as they sat down for breakfast, and he chuckled a little.
“See what I meant?” he said, low enough that no one else would hear them. “Too
much all at once.”

“Yes,”
she said, tucking her jacket under her buttocks, “I see what you mean. Well,
that just means I get to practice my oral skills today, doesn’t it?” she arched
an eyebrow and grinned as she took a sip of her coffee.

“So
what do you want to do today?” he said as the waitress brought their breakfast.

Amanda
took a bite of her pancakes. “I don’t know. I was looking at the brochure
Charles enclosed with the tickets, and there are some interesting volcanic
caves at the foot of the dormant volcano there,” she pointed out the
restaurant’s window. “I was thinking we might like to go and see them.”

“We
can do that,” he said amiably.

The
caves were actually close to the hotel. Amanda and Hank took the island’s bus
back to their hotel, where she changed into jeans and T-shirt and hiking boots,
then they took a short trek down the beach to the caves. The sign outside said
that tours were provided, and that they could wait for one, but Hank was fairly
certainhis his ability to handle anything that might happen, and they went in.

The
volcanic rock formations were fascinating; Hank used up two rolls of film to
photograph the various shapes. Amanda seemed mostly content to walk beside him,
but when he turned at one point and noticed she was no longer there, he became
alarmed. He went running back the way he’d come, calling for her frantically,
and finally found her back near the entrance to the cave, sitting and dangling
her feet in the pool of warm water that filled an entire chamber. “Amanda!” he
gasped in relief, stopping to catch his breath. “You startled me; I did not
know which way you had gone!”

She
looked up. “Hank, I’m sorry,” she said, getting up and walking over to him. “I
didn’t mean to scare you. The boots are new, and they’re uncomfortable; I
decided to come back here and wait for you.”

He
looked at her feet; she did indeed have a painful-looking blister on the backs
of both her heels. “We can go back, if you like,” he said. “But give me a
moment to catch my breath.”

She
went back to where her boots were sitting, with her socks tucked neatly into
them, and sat back down. Hank sat down beside her and dangled his own feet in
the water. Amanda was sitting beside him, and on a sudden impulse, he grabbed
her, slung her over his lap, and smacked her bottom once, playfully. When he
uprighted her, she had a stunned look on her face.

“Amanda?”
he instantly regretted what he’d done. “Amanda, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” he
stopped, because she was holding up her hand.

Her other one went to the
seat of her jeans, and she rubbed them while her expression became thoughtful.
She looked back at him. “You know, Hank, I really didn’t mind that as much as I
thought I would.” Her face broke into a sunny smile. “In fact, I think I rather
liked it.”

He breathedigh igh of
relief. He knew Amanda had been subjected to Bruce’s rather rigid demands, and
she had hinted at the fact that he punished her for not meeting them, but he
wasn’t sure what form those punishments had taken. He was rather relieved that
what he had done didn’t bring to mind the abuse she’d taken from Bruce.

Amanda sat down beside him
on the ledge, splashing water with her feet across the pool. “Hank, do you…”
she hesitated. “Um, have you…” she stopped, sighed.

“Have I spanked a woman
before? No,” he said. “If you object, I shall not do so anymore.”

“Um, well…if you want to, I
guess I wouldn’t mind,” she said in a voice so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“Really?” Hank’s jaw
dropped.

Amanda blew out her breath
all at once. “I saw some of the sites you bookmark on your computer,” she said,
peeking out from under her lowered lashes at him. “They intrigue me. I kind of
thought about…those kinds of things…at one time…but when I met Bruce, it kind
of all just seemed silly…but I’d been thinking lately that if it was with
someone I loved and trusted, someone who wouldn’t really try to hurt me…”

Hank listened to her stumbling
words with a mixture of amusement and amazement. He’d had an interest in the
kinds of things she was talking about…but he’d never found anyone who was
willing to try it with him. The one girl he had spoken to about it said she
didn’t trust him not to use his full strength on her and really hurt her. He’d
never had the courage to bring up the topic with anyone else he’d gone out
with. He’d never mentioned it to Amanda, either.

“Huh?” he belatedly realized
she’d asked him a question.

“Why didn’t you talk to me
about this before?” she asked.

He thought about it. “You
had been through so much, Amanda,” he said. “First with your former fiance,
then that nasty mess with the FOH…I was afraid of what you would think if I
said I was interested in that kind of sex play.”

Amanda looked back down at
her bare toes. “I guess that’s reasonable,” she said after a minute of silence.
“When I first saw that bookmarked web page, I thought I must be crazy, wanting
the same kind of thing Bruce had done to me--”

Hank tapped her shoulder
until she looked up at him. “Amanda, it isn’t the same,” he said. “A
relationship like that requires trust between the partners. You didn’t trust
Bruce; so no, it is not the same as what I’m thinking of doing with you.”

Amanda digested that in
silence. Hank stood up, and she slipped on her socks and boots. They both
walked back to the hotel in thoughtful silence, each immersed in their own
thoughts.

Amanda stuffed the boots in
her suitcase, and put her socks in the bag for dirty laundry. She stood
irresolute for a second, then reached into the suitcase and opened a hidden
inner compartment. She took out a narrow strip of leather and buckled it around
her slim throat…then hooked a leash to the collar and walked into the bathroom
where Hank was just getting out, having showered off the sweat accumulated in
his fur from his mad race through the caves looking for his ‘missing’ wife. She
didn’t say anything, just held out the end of the leash to him. He blinked…then
took it from her hand. She dropped to her knees, lowered her eyes to the floor,
and waited with bated breath for his reaction.

Hank stared at the leash,
the collar, and at the woman kneeling at his feet. She had to have been
planning this; why else would she have the collar and leash? He studied her for
a moment, and then his mind went wild thinking of the the possibilities. “Up,”
he said, firmly but not unkindly, tugging on the leash. She rose to her feet,
and followed him out of the bathroom to the bedroom. “On the bed, hands and
knees, facing the foot of the bed,” he instructed her. She did. He hunted
around in her open suitcase until he found her pantyhose, then looped it around
her wristd tid tied it off to the footboard of the bed. It was loose enough for
her to get out of it if she changed her mind; and he knew that she knew that.
“You are going to get a spanking,” he told her. “For scaring me when we were in
the caves.” He watched her brace herself, and then brought his open palm
against her upthrust ass cheeks.

Five times, and her pale
skin turned nicely pink. He decided that was enough, and he reached down to
release her hands. As soon as he did so, Amanda slid off the bed, dropped to
her knees on the floor, and took his cock in her mouth. Hank’s fingers
tightened around the leash as she set to working on his rigid shaft, her
eagerness leaving no room for doubt in his mind that she did like what they had
just done. She stopped whe had had come, but remained kneeling until he had
reached down and taken the collar off her throat.

“Amanda,” he said, a while
later as they were lying in bed and watching TV; “Did you really enjoy that?”

“Yes,” she said
emphatically, snuggling up next to him. “Did you?”

He gave her a look she
couldn’t decipher. “I never thought to marry a woman who would like the same
things I did,” he said. “I am looking forward to enjoying this new aspect in
our relationship.”

“So am I,” she said,
nestling up against him. Then she giggled. “Look at us. A couple of respected
scientists. Who’d have guessed?”

“A ninja assassin,” he said
tranquilly. “And a certain feathered playboy, both of our acquaintance.”

“Really?” Amanda gasped.
“Warren and Betsy? I wouldn’t have thought…”

“Where do you think they go
every so often, when they leave the mansion for a few nights? Warren has a penthouse
in the city…and it’s set up for this kind of play.” He reflected. ‘The only
difference being that Betsy is the dominant one in their relationship.”

Amanda stared at him, her
eyes round. “Wow. I never would have guessed.” Then she giggled. “I wonder if
anyone else knows.”

“They all know. Amanda, it
is quite difficult to keep a secret like that in a house with so many other
people in it. Scott and Jean have visited their penthouse a few times…and Remy
takes a girl or two there occasionally.”

“I never guessed!” Amanda
giggled. “I wonder if they’d let us use their playroom.”

“Betsy informed me that
should you turn out to be of a similar persuasion, she and Warren would be
pleased to ‘host’ us.”

Another shock. Amanda
blinked in startlement. “How did she know?”

“Warren noted youssivssive
nature long ago. He told Betsy that you and he were similar…and Betsy told me I
could use the penthouse if I wished to. She did mention that she would be
willing to have Warren ‘show you the ropes’ if you wished it…but that would be
up to you.”

“I’ll think about it,”
Amanda promised.

When Hank looked down at
her, she was sound asleep. He watched TV until he too, was sleepy, then turned
it off and went to sleep himself.