Hanelli's Harem

One. “I wish you wouldn’t.” Hanelli pulled the key from the lock once it was secure. “I know what you say you wish for, but you know that’s not what you really want,” she said as she stood up in front of her husband. It always struck her as a little bit odd and doubly transgressive, that she was the one kneeling in front of him while she secured the cage around her husband’s c**k. The man was supposed to be in the superior position and the woman submissive to him. But here they were with Hanelli in control and Jim playing the submissive—mostly. And the dominant was kneeling in front of the submissive so she could continue to control him. It was completely f****d it. That was the way that Hanelli like it. “I don’t like you telling me what I want,” Jim insisted. She smiled ant went on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips. She steadied herself with one hand on his chest and the other lightly gripping his steel-covered c**k. “Yes you do,” she teased him. “You just don’t like to admit it.” Jim was naked—it was easiest that way to get his cage on for the day—while she was already dressed for work: skirt, blouse, blazer, and simple heels. He didn’t leave for a good hour after she did, but that wasn’t the reason he had to wear the cage. It wasn’t a matter of trust; it was a matter of control. When she turned away from him, he went to the dresser and started getting ready for the day. He knew his role and so did she. “I’ll be late tonight,” she told him from the door of the bedroom. “I’m meeting Amy for a drink after work.” Jim just nodded. That was her way of letting him know he wouldn’t be released from chastity right away…or maybe not at all tonight. With unfocused eyes, Amy looked across the tiny table at her friend. She was on her third glass of wine. Hanelli was barely halfway into her first. “You’ve got to join us, Elli,” she slurred. Maybe she wasn’t truly drunk, not yet, but she was on her way there. “A paint and sip, Amy? That’s not my thing.” As if to make her point, she took a tiny sip of wine and place the glass back down precisely in the middle of the square napkin. “But we’re not painting a bunch of flowers,” Amy confided. “We’re doing a nude!” “Uh-huh.” “A nude man!” “I get the idea.” “He’s hot,” Amy added. “If I want to see a hot naked man, Amy, I do have access to the internet,” she said sarcastically and immediately regretted it. Luckily, Amy wasn’t sober enough to comprehend Hanelli’s tone. “You’re going to be missing out on a fan-tastic time!” Hanelli had her doubts, but more importantly, she had other plans. Robbie was waiting for her. Of course he was; it was his apartment. He was tall and barrel-chested with a black beard trimmed close. While maybe he wasn’t handsome, he was striking; he had the sort of face that no one ever forgot. He was easily a head taller than her; she liked that. “Hi,” she said casually as she walked in and placed her jacket over the hook on the wall. Robbie closed the door behind her. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch her until the door was closed and they had some privacy. The hallway of the apartment building was mostly empty, but there was always a chance. The moment the door was closed he was on her, hugging her tightly to his body, kissing, his hands all over her, as if he wanted to be in control, but he knew that she was the one in charge. After the initial kiss when they tasted each other’s lips, she pushed him back a little and carefully reached between his legs. He allowed her—he wanted her—to inspect his c**k through his jeans. He was hard. He was always hard when they got together. His c**k wasn’t huge, it was just adequate. But that was all she needed. Any man with a huge c**k thought he was naturally gifted as a wonderful lover and in Hanelli’s experience they tended to be lousy in bed and would c*m once and be done with it all. A man with an average c**k, however, would deny himself and keep going and want to make her c*m again and again and again. That’s what she looked for in a lover. “I’m glad to see that you’re ready for me,” she said with a sly smile. “Unlike your husband?” he asked. Her smile disappeared. “Don’t be like that. Jim has the ability to f**k me when I want. I just don’t allow him to.” Robbie slowly shook his head. “I don’t get it,” he said. “And yet you are the beneficiary of his kink,” she said. “Maybe it would be best if you just f****d me and didn’t ponder about my relationship with my husband.” Robbie grinned and nodded. “I can do that.” Their clothes came off. For the most part they undressed themselves because it was quicker and easier and they’d been through this al before. They weren’t new lovers. They’d been f*****g regularly for some months now. The thrill of the first time was past, now the thrill lay in how far they could push the other on top of the fact that everyone knew she was cheating on her husband. It was wrong for Hanelli to have a lover and that’s why she and Robbie and Jim all loved it. He didn’t take her to the bedroom. They dropped their clothes on the floor of the entry hall and slowly moved into the living room. They barely made it to the couch before Robbie spun her around and they went down to their knees on the floor. She supported her weight with her arms rest on the couch cushions while he knelt behind her, his hard c**k probing between her legs. That was something Hanelli enjoyed about s*x with Robbie. He never had trouble getting hard, not like Jim. It might have annoyed some women to have been roughly manhandled into the space not normally reserved for s*x, but she didn’t mind at all. It only added to the thrill; it made her wetter. That was another difference between her and Jim; she was always ready to go; for a long time he was unable to be ready, and now with him holding his key, he would only ever be ready at her discretion. All she had to do was arch her back a bit and Robbie’s c**k found the entrance to her p***y. His head snuggled into her, and then he pulled back a bit, and finally pushed it all the way in. She sighed contentedly as he filled her up. As Robbie grabbed her hips and started banging away at her, she looked down at her hands as she grabbed a pillow. The flash of the rings on her left hand made her wince slightly as Robbie picked up speed. Her mother had always taken great pride in her wedding rings. Hanelli knew it was stupid to take pride in a possession but her mother insisted that when Hanelli got married she needed to have an appropriate engagement ring. Hanelli wasn’t into jewelry, but went along with her mother’s insistence, apologizing to Jim when she told him her ring needed to be sufficiently flashy to make her mother happy. He had agreed. She smiled as she looked at her fingers and the two rings on the third finger, left hand—a simple gold band and a slightly oversized diamond ring. She didn’t wear any other jewelry—she didn’t even have cheap costume jewelry. Except for one simple necklace, and it was more of a chain than a bit of ornamentation. A chain that contained the key to her husband’s lock. The key bounced of her sternum as Robbie f****d her. He had never asked why she wore the key but she was fairly certain her boyfriend had a good idea what it was for. Robbie’s hand went to the back of her head and he pushed her face down to the pillow. She turned her head so she wouldn’t be smothered while he held her down. The hard rings pressed into her cheek while the key continued to beat a tattoo against her sternum. Robbie liked s*x with her to be rough and almost violent. She didn’t regularly come home with bruises, but more than once she had to happily explain to Jim why she had marks on her body. His other hand caressed her buttock, enjoying the curve, but eventually his thumb wound her resting in the crevice between her cheeks, the pad of thick digit pressing against her anus. “No,” she protested weakly. That just made him press harder against the tight muscle. It wasn’t that she was against anal s*x; she was just against being penetrated that way without any lubrication. Her ass wasn’t like her p***y; it didn’t work the same way. It was easy to control Robbie. All he wanted was s*x in any way in any manner. He would make his desires known, but all she had to do was remind him her body didn’t belong to him, that she gave it to him when it pleased her. If he failed to please her, her body—her p***y, ass, mouth, and t**s, all the important parts—would summarily be taken away from him. “Do you want to f**k my ass?” she gasped, making it seem like she really wanted it. Before he could answer she pushed her hand down between her legs, felt his c**k as it slipped between her lips, and went lower to gently squeeze his balls. They were shaven—she could just barely feel the stubble—and she held onto them to remind him how vulnerable he actually was. “Do you want me to f**k your ass?” he asked in reply, pulling his thumb back ever so slightly. “I want you to c*m in my p***y,” she told him. “I want to go home with your c*m in me for my husband to find.” His c**k got harder. She could feel him pulsing. He was about to c*m. “Don’t you dare f*****g c*m before I do!” she growled at him. Knowing the command would be enough, when he pulled back for another thrust, she tightly circled her fingers around his c**k and squeezed, holding him in position. “Okay, okay,” he said, remembering his place. Robbie wanted to be in charge, but in actuality he was a submissive in his soul. When he wasn’t a slave to his lust, he was a slave to whatever woman he was f*****g. As far as Hanelli knew, he was only f*****g her right now. She didn’t get exactly what he got out of a relationship with her beyond s*x, but maybe that’s all he wanted out of life. “Make me c*m,” she told him, relaxing her grip slightly. “Make me cum.” He changed the angle of his thrusts and removed his hands from her ass and head. His c**k was perfectly curved for her and when he used it correctly, he hit that secret spot inside her p***y and… Hanelli started hyperventilating. This was when she was vulnerable. This was when she wasn’t in control; she just needed to fool Robbie into thinking she was still in control of him. He was easily fooled. Her orgasm washed over her body, shaking her limbs making her body quake and her p***y tighten up on his c**k. That was all Robbie needed: to know that he made her c*m. He grunted deeply and she felt the flood of c*m fill her p***y. She loved that feeling. Condoms sucked and having an IUD had given her freedom she hadn’t imagined before. It had helped the kinks she and her husband enjoyed. Maybe it wasn’t a full second orgasm, but it was close. They were silent a moment, their bodies still joined together, but both breathing heavily, until Robbie’s c**k shrank enough and it slipped from her p***y. Almost immediately she shot her hand between her legs, holding Robbie’s leavings inside her. He struggled to his feet. “Want something to drink?” he asked. “We can kick back for a few minutes and then…” he let his suggest trail off as he saw Hanelli heading toward the pile of clothes in the small foyer. “I’ll take a bottle of water, if you have it. I’m parched,” she said as she found her underwear and started getting dressed. “But I can’t stick around.” He knew she was leaving to go back to her home with Jim. While he was overly self-involved and more of a narcissist than he should have been, Robbie knew his place in Hanelli’s life. “You could, you know,” he said softly as he headed to the small kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out two bottles of water. He wasn’t the least bit put off by the fact he was still naked while Hanelli was mostly dressed when he handed her the water. “Stay a little longer, that is.” “That’s not going to happen,” she told him, accepting the bottle while slipping on her shoes. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, she said, “Thank you for the pleasant evening,” she said as she walked out the door. From her perspective it was best to keep things simple with Robbie. She didn’t worry about his feelings; they didn’t matter to her.