After disappointing his mistress, this cheeky sub knows that the one sure way back into his lover’s heart is to fully submit to her every fierce desire.

“I never promised that this arrangement would be perfect, you know. I never promised that I could be the perfect boyfriend, either.” Naoki’s head was hanging down, and his eyes were averted. But his voice didn’t sound apologetic, not at all the way I wanted it to be.

I should have been the one with the voice full of fury. After all, he had broken our rules by going out with a woman without telling me first. Our open relationship’s functionality depended on respecting our parameters, and his act was the first major breach of our boundaries.

“Of course, Naoki.” I had stopped my pacing, and my eyes were on him as I spoke. “But, sweetie, we have rules for a reason. It’s so neither of us will get hurt the way I’m hurt right now.” I wasn’t jealous, but I was somewhat disappointed. “I know we can fix this. There has to be a way.”

“Maybe … maybe … ” Naoki looked up at me now, and the jerk was grinning. He glanced down for a second, and then made eye contact again, his smile growing wider. “I should be punished for this?”

I tapped my foot a few times, and now I was the one who looked away in an attempt to hide my amusement. I turned back to him and found myself genuinely smiling for the first time since he’d gotten home that night. “I suppose you should.”

Naoki and I aren’t only polyamorous; we’re also kinky. Our bedroom contains a few chests stuffed full of leather and implements of pain and pleasure. His actions did indeed call for some sort of punishment. We had plenty of toys that I could use on him, toys which were not his favorites, not by far. Because my man only likes a small amount of pain. While he could handle a fair amount more, he only did so because pleasing me pleased him. But we both knew punishments didn’t feel pleasurable to him; submission is what brings him joy, not the sensations … not the pain.

There were so many things I could do to him, and all of the ideas were racing through my thoughts. Ultimately, we had to resolve our issues using communication. But maybe a little play before we talked could help us to reconnect, or at least help me to work out some of my anger. I wasn’t furious, but I was a bit cross with him. However, that displeasure was releasing its hold on me second by second and was being replaced by arousal as I pictured all the filthy things I could do to Naoki.

I grabbed him roughly by his crotch and led him toward our bedroom at a quick pace. I glanced at him as I pulled him along. He tried to hide his glee — and failed. He gave me a naughty wink, and I squeezed his crotch a little tighter. He half moaned, half gasped as we crossed the threshold to our bedroom.

Onto the bed he went, and I brought four cuffs out of their hiding places under the mattress. I attached one to each of his wrists, not bothering to be gentle, and then bound his ankles, too. He was still wearing a relatively new pair of pajama pants, but there was an obvious solution to this minor problem. I strode to the foot of the bed and opened the chest that sat there, taking out the safety scissors. Off came his pants with a few well-placed cuts. Naoki looked upset, but I didn’t care. Not even when he said, “Honey, those pants cost forty bucks.”

“You can buy new ones.”

“But — ”

I smacked his exposed cock, which immediately got his attention. “No buts, except for yours, which I want up in the air before I can draw another breath.”

My boyfriend struggled to obey, lifting up his midsection as much as his bonds allowed so I could pull the shredded pants out from underneath him. “Good, now I can get started.” Reaching into the chest, I grabbed a tall, white candle, the lighter, and our new nipple clamps. Lucky Naoki would be the first to feel the exquisite pain I’d heard these clamps could deliver. Poor guy.

As I turned back to the bed, Naoki saw what I was holding and licked his lips. “Oh, Kei — you’re really going to use those on me?”

“My dear, dear boy, do you have to ask that question?”

“No, I guess not. Well, what are you waiting for?”

“What am I waiting for, indeed?” As I said that final word, I flicked one of his nipples, making it erect enough to accept the first clamp. Naoki inhaled deeply as the metal clip compressed his tiny nub, and he only flinched slightly when I attached the second. Just for fun, I gave the chain that connected them a light yank.

“You … fucking … bitch.” I smiled. I liked that I’d made him swear.

“I’m only making sure they’re properly attached, sweetie.”

Naoki laughed at my nonchalance. “Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I guess I’ll see soon enough.”

But I didn’t want him to see. I picked up his now-ruined pants and draped them over his eyes. The act elicited a happy-sounding sigh from him. I liked to watch all of the emotions that coursed through him during a scene: fear, anticipation, anger and ecstasy. Despite the curses that so easily fell from his lips, he seemed to be getting into our scene, too.

He’d seen the candle in my hand earlier, but now that he was crudely blindfolded, he didn’t know when the first drop of molten wax would meet his vulnerable flesh. Before lighting the wick, I leaned down and gently ran the candle’s base against the sides of Naoki’s cock. I watched his staff grow even more erect as I toyed with him.

Naoki sighed. “Mmm … good, Kei. That feels so, so good.” He sighed again, a less relaxed utterance than the first. “Which probably means the next part won’t.”

“But I know you. You’ll enjoy it anyway.” I lit the candle and waited a few moments for the wax to melt, then tilted the taper. The first glorious drop of wax fell, hitting Naoki right where his treasure trail began. He hissed and his stomach tightened — hell, his whole body tightened. I moved to his clamped nipples next, letting a few drops fall onto each of them.

“Fuck!” Naoki spat the word out through tense lips.

I headed downward, leaving a trail of droplets along his chest as I headed ever closer to his crotch.

“You’re … you’re not going to drip it on my cock, are you?”

“Maybe I am, and maybe I’m not.” The wax was now falling an inch away from his erection, which was as hard as ever. His dick bobbed eagerly, almost as if it was begging for me to punish him. I let the wax fall perilously close to his hard-on before blowing out the flame with an exaggerated huff of air.

“Thank fucking God,” Naoki stuttered.

“You should be thanking me, sweetheart. And don’t think I’m done yet,” I said as I hurriedly stripped.

“I would imagine not.” He had a slight smile on his face, a clear sign that I wasn’t the only one who was having fun. Well, good — this scene wouldn’t have been enjoyable in the least if he hadn’t been into it, too.

Back at the chest, I contemplated my next move. Hmm, the Wartenberg wheel? A crop? No, I decided as I saw one of our large dildos, a beige, realistic-looking dong. I knew exactly what I wanted to do next: fuck his ass. Dildo in hand, I squeezed some lube onto it from our economy-sized bottle. A rather generous amount, to be sure. There’s no such thing as too much lube.

After rubbing the slick liquid over the dildo’s head and shaft, I unfastened each of Naoki’s ankle cuffs. “Pull up your knees,” I told him.

“You’re going to fuck my ass, aren’t you?” I could hear the excitement in his voice, which turned me on even more.

“You got it.” I climbed onto the bed, placing myself between Naoki’s spread thighs. I ran my slippery fingers up and down his crack, working my digits inside him and enjoying his sexy moans. My wonderful man could actually take a toy of that size without any warm-up whatsoever, but I liked to play with him. I’d fucked his ass on our very first date with a dildo that was only minutely smaller than the one in my hand. He’d come all over the sheets on what was now our shared bed. Yes, we’d had lots of good times, and no, I didn’t want them to end any time soon. I was certain that we would work out our problems. I knew I could forgive him — not necessarily easily, but it would happen.

But that discussion was for a later date. First, Naoki was going to take a huge cock up his ass, and he was going to love it. I placed the tip of the dildo at his backdoor and gradually slid it in. He pumped his hips as I fucked him slowly, increasing my pace as he grew more excited. I knew that if I kept pumping his ass like that, he might very well come all over himself like he’d done on our first date. So I stopped right before he reached his climax and mounted his face.

“You know what to do,” I murmured, lowering my cunt to his lips. Naoki didn’t hesitate and immediately began lapping at my slit. His eagerness to satisfy sparked a flare of ecstasy inside me, and I ground my pussy against him harshly, taking my pleasure from him.

Right when I was on the cusp of a glorious climax, I jerked his cock roughly. Between the toy that was still lodged in his ass and my hands on his cock, Naoki came in no time. His orgasmic cries accelerated my climax, delivering blissful spasms of pleasure.

Afterward, there was cuddling and talking. He apologized for his mistake and told me he wouldn’t be seeing his other lover again — unless it was okay with me. I told him I would think about it because I knew he hadn’t meant to hurt me. That much was clear.

A few days later, he went off on a date with his secondary, Analia — with my blessing — and I chose to stay home alone. I’d been remembering our first date on and off since our scene with the hot wax and dildo, and these thoughts led me into the bedroom and straight to my favorite vibrator.

Naoki and I had met at a BDSM coffee klatch, connecting instantly. We went on a date that wound up lasting all night — and all of the next night, too. We barely left the bedroom, and I’d never had hotter sex.

Once we were alone, I’d had him face the wall with his wrists bound. I’d placed his hands over his head and told him not to turn around. I took what was my only flogger at the time and ran the strands of leather up and down his back and ass. I began whipping him slowly and gently, until I sensed that he could take much more — that he craved much more. I increased my pace, each smack of the flogger’s tails making my pussy wetter and wetter. Soon I had soaked through my panties and his back was red. We were both breathing heavily, both of us thoroughly turned on.

“You did well, Naoki,” I’d told him. “Would you like a treat now?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he’d said, turning around when bidden.

His body was muscular in all the right places with a cock just begging to be touched. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, running my fingers up and down its length. But then my strokes grew rougher, and his sighs turned to gasps.

“You aren’t going to safeword out — are you, Naoki?”

“No, Ma’am, definitely not. I’m enjoying myself too much to do that.”

“How would you like getting fucked up the ass?”

“Oh, I’d love it.” I thought he’d swoon right there, and that’s when I knew I’d found my perfect match.

I’d bent Naoki over the bed, with his wrists still bound, and fucked his snug asshole until he came all over the sheets. Then I told him it was his turn to get me off, and I kicked off my panties as he clambered onto his knees before me. While I stared down at his red-streaked back, he dove between my parted thighs. He lapped and sucked at my pussy, making my knees nearly buckle. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding his head in place as he got me off. When I’d had enough of his magical mouth, I bound him to the bedframe and rode his cock until I came again, only allowing him a second orgasm when I was thoroughly sated.

As I ran through this still powerfully hot memory, I came multiple times. There had been many more dates after that one — and much more kinky sex, too. Sometimes the dirty fun was only between the two of us, other times we’d played with friends. I recalled all those parties where I’d attached his wrists and ankles to a Saint Andrew’s Cross and let women to take turns with him. Some of them flogged him, some of them ran their nails up and down his back, some of them took our crop to his ass. As great as it always was to play with other people, I would often just sit nearby and take it all in: delighted, turned on, and in love, getting myself off again and again as I watched my lover being teased and tormented.

And he accepted it all — the pain and the humiliation — because it pleased him to please me. He wanted to show his loyalty and love, which was his primary turn on.

As Naoki had told me on our first date, his true joy came from submitting to a woman, letting her control his body and his every action and orgasm. But now? Now what he loved most of all was me, and I knew that deep down.

Naoki arrived home a few hours later, a grin on his handsome face.

“Did you have fun?” I asked after he’d kissed me. “You sure look like you did.”

“Yeah, I did. But I’m happy because I’m home — and I get to see you again.”

His words washed away the last of my disappointment. Because who could stay angry with someone who looked at you the way he was looking at me?

“I think we need to head to the bedroom,” I told him, kissing him ferociously and nipping his lip with my teeth. While I may have forgiven him, I still needed to show him I was the boss, and from the light in his eyes, I knew that was exactly what he wanted, too.