Strange Love: Johnathan & Valentina [MF][light bondage][LOVE]

I return to my husband after a six month separation and his solution to saving our marriage is to take me on a Caribbean holiday. And then, when things don’t go his way, he handcuffs me to him as I sleep. The look on the staff’s face was priceless as we opened the door, handcuffed to each other to receive our breakfast tray. I was quiet at the breakfast table set up on our private balcony overlooking the sea as Johnathan read the news on his tablet. He finally put it down to look at me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he said. “You’re frustrating the hell out of me. I don’t know what you want.”

“A divorce.”

“Not going to happen. Bad for business.”

I rolled my eyes until they settled on wave runners zooming by in the choppy sea. I looked down at the handcuffs and yanked his wrist. He yanked it back.

I asked, “How long are we going to stay handcuffed to each other?”

“As long as it takes.”

I sipped my coffee, nibbled on toast and relaxed in my chair letting the warm sun ease away my tension.

He said, “Look. Would it make you happy if I went to marriage counseling? Lay my soul bare for some judgmental bitch?”

“As long as you don’t bullshit her then yeah, it’d be a start.”

He leaned in to kiss me. I kissed him back to seal the deal and I felt that familiar stirring deep down in my groin. His scruff scraped against my cheek.

He murmured in my ear, “Do you still love me?”

I was ashamed to say it. “Yes.”

“I want my wife back.”

That smoldering love which grows into crazy flames whenever we press our skin against one another began to flare. I surrendered to his words and looked in those green eyes that stole my heart six years ago. My handsome husband, my beast. He kissed me and I moaned, tilting my head to receive more. We we’re swimming in it again, this insane passion of anger and jealousy that melts into a gooey pit of love. I gave into him, that expert tongue that comes from loving women. My husband is the best lover I’ve ever had. I love my husband. Just go to the dark side, be the wife he has made of you. Enjoy it. Life is short.

We moved into the bedroom, kissing each other until I sat on the bed and Johnathan moved between my legs, untied my string bikini bottoms, and went down on me. I gasped as his tongue pushed on my clit and I decided that this is where I’m destined to be. Johnathan stood, stepped out of his shorts and laid be back against the bed. He entered me for the first time in seven months, our cuffed hands clasped together on the pillow beside my head. Every muscle in me shuddered under his touch and weight crushing me as he bucked his hips between my thighs. I would look into his eyes as long as I could before closing them in absolute ecstasy of him pushing his dick further and further inside me, filling me up with his thickness. It never takes me long to cum and my orgasm came quickly as Johnathan stopped to watch me squirm and moan under him which drove him into a frenzy of pumping. My tits bounced in unison with his ramming and he cursed as he came. I could feel the cum dribble down into my ass.

I was ready to do it again.

I panted out, “God, I love you.”

“I love you, babe.”

We passionately kissed, the cuffs biting into our wrists as he rolled off. His head lolled over to mine and he smiled a dimpled smile.
And so our vacation went on; the two of us handcuffed together on a sunny isle. The only time he took the cuffs off was to dress and groom. We became an oddity at the resort, walking around holding hands handcuffed to each other. We mostly ate in our suite, but every now and then, Johnathan gave into his Dom urges and made us go out cuffed to each other.

One day, as we ate at a roadside shack restaurant that has the best fish tacos on the island, the other patrons thought he was a federal agent and that I was a criminal he’d nabbed while on the run in the Caribbean.

“Set the pretty girl free,” yelled a native as we were leaving, and everyone laughed and chanted, “Set her free! Set her free!”

The management even called our room and asked if we needed assistance freeing ourselves from each other; as though we’d lost the key during some kinky sex play, when it was safely on a chain around Johnathan’s neck with a spare key on his keyring. We just repeated the same phrase which appeased everyone.

“We’re working on our marriage.”

“Ahh,” they’d say, dimly nodding or shooting us a lecherous wink.

On the last night of our trip we sat on the bed, kicking off our shoes after from dinner and a stroll through the resort’s Zen gardens.

Johnathan asked, “Are we committed to each other?”

“We are. But remember, I’m not a horse to be broken.”

“No, you’re not. You’re Valentina.”

He took the key from around his neck and unlocked the cuff from his wrist and stripped my t-shirt over my head. He untied my halter top and my boobs released with a bounce. He leaned over me to cuff my wrist to the headboard. I sighed with delight as he bent to strip off my shorts. His kisses on my hips had me happily sinking into the plush duvet. He reached into his travel case on the nightstand to pull out nipple clamps linked together with a silver chain.

“These?” he asked.

“Please.”

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