[Continued from Part 1…](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n5k9xb/al_fresco_power_exchange_ddlg_kink_mf/)
*Ben*, she texted, change of plans: *let’s eat al fresco at the Airbnb. It’s a beautiful evening and I don’t want to be inside. I’d like chicken salad, croissants, and a bottle of white wine.* Liv thought for a moment. *And also bring some massage oil. I’ve been working in the garden and I want you to rub me.*
*Yes, ma’am*, Ben replied. *I’ll cancel our dinner reservation.*
*Good boy.*
Liv ran into the house to straighten herself up. She tossed her dirty shorts and tank into the laundry and pulled a bra on. *Only Big Boys get to see me braless*, she thought, smirking. *Fresh panties?* she wondered, her hand hovering over the drawer full of satin and lace. *No, I want Ben to know how wet I was for Jackson.* She wiped the worst of the dirt off her arms and legs, splashed water on her face, and brushed her hair. Pulling a sundress over her head, she thought about how she would dominate Ben tonight. So many options… She grabbed her toy bag, kissed Jackson goodbye, and dashed out the door.
They were a year into their BDSM experiment, and Liv had been stepping into her power in a big way. Not only that, but she and Ben had never communicated better. *Freedom follows discipline, I guess…* she thought, turning into Ben’s neighborhood.
That night, they headed to their favorite Airbnb. It was a cute little cabin in the Foothills; nothing fancy, but they often headed there after dinner to play. Its remote location meant Ben could scream as loud as he needed when Liv was beating his ass, and she could scream as loud as she needed when Ben was making her cum.
When they arrived, Liv waited in the car while Ben unlocked the door and checked the house and yard for safety, as was their custom. He came back to open her door and escort her inside, pouring her a glass of chilled wine while he readied their dinner.
They chatted as he worked and Liv relaxed. It was a comfortable, familiar rhythm, but with more than a tinge of excitement: they both knew what their evening held.
“Ma’am,” Ben asked as they sat down on the deck, “Do I get to know why we changed plans tonight?”
“Well, I was going to save that for later, but you were such a good boy changing plans so quickly, I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you,” Liv replied. She felt her still-wet panties between her legs and smiled at the memory. “I told you I was working in the garden, didn’t I?”
“Yes ma’am,” said Ben.
“I got a little distracted…” Liv’s eyes twinkled as she launched into the story of her afternoon lovemaking with Jackson—and sparing no detail.
. . .
“Ma’am, can I please lick your pussy tonight?” Ben asked, breathless, when Liv finished the story.
By now, they had finished eating. Ben had squirmed throughout the story; they were both flushed and breathing a little bit harder. Liv felt for Ben’s crotch with her foot under the table; he was hard, just as she knew he would be.
“Sure,” she said. “Come here.”
Liv moved her chair back a bit as Ben kneeled in front of her, looking down at his knees.
“Darling, look at me.” He lifted his eyes to her. “I want you to take off my panties, put them in your pocket for later, and then eat me out and finger me until I cum.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ben replied, reaching under Liv’s dress and easing off her panties. He could smell her and Jackson’s scents mixed together, and groaned a little, imagining what he was about to taste. He bent his head, disappearing under her cotton dress, and found her hot cunt first with his mouth.
Her juices were delicious, and Ben could taste remains of Jackson’s cum, too. Ben felt his cock throbbing, and thought about asking Liv if he could touch himself, but knew he needed to focus on her right now. He greedily licked her pussy clean, then focused on her clit as he slid his fingers inside her. Knowing she was already satisfied from fucking Jackson in the garden all afternoon, Ben paid special attention to how Liv responded to his attentions—how she bucked her hips into his face hard when he sucked her clit and pushed his hand deeper inside—and brought her closer to orgasm with each movement.
“Oh fuck, darling, yes!” she screamed to the mountainside, finally. Ben felt her pussy throb as she came and kept licking until her cries quieted. “Stop,” she said. Ben obeyed immediately, removing his hand and mouth and sitting back on his knees, again gazing down. “Ben, darling,” she said. He looked up at her. “You might have just earned yourself a release. Let’s see how you take your spankings.”
“Yes ma’am,” Ben said breathlessly. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”
“Now, clean up dinner while I go take a bath. When I’m done, I want to see you in the master bedroom, kneeling in the corner, wearing only your boxer briefs.” Ben stood, extending a hand to Liv.
“May I please kiss you?” he asked. Liv smiled, leaned toward him, and kissed him chastely on the lips. She backed off for a half a second, then grabbing the back of his head, forced his mouth open with her tongue. Her other hand found his hard cock outside his pants and started rubbing up and down, teasing him. Ben whimpered, moving toward her, wanting more. Liv stopped and took a step back.
“Patience, darling.” She winked, and grabbing her wine glass, sauntered inside and down the hall. Ben stood on the deck, gasping in the fresh mountain air, watching her beautiful ass swaying as she walked away.
Once the kitchen was impeccably cleaned, Ben went to the bedroom, found Liv’s toy bag, and laid out all her implements on the foot of the bed, just as she liked. Heart beating hard in his chest as he examined a heavy new paddle (the holes were laced through with rough hemp rope), he imagined what she might do to his ass. Sounds of Liv finishing her bath brought him back to the present moment, though, and he quickly stripped off his shirt and pants and went to kneel in the corner. He waited, listening for the bathroom door to open.
Ben had completely lost any sense of time when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
“Darling,” Liv said softly, “Stand up and face me.” Ben did as he was told. “I would like a massage while I’m still warm from my bath,” she said.
“Yes ma’am.”
“Do you still have my panties?”
“Yes ma’am,” Ben said again. He nodded to where he had laid them out, next to her implements.
“Good boy,” Liv replied. She grabbed the panties, wadded them into a ball, then grabbed Ben’s chin with her thumb and pinky, forcing her middle three fingers into his mouth and yanking down. She stuffed the balled-up panties into his mouth, stroked him from chin to collarbone, then led him by the wrist to the bed, where she laid down on her stomach.
Ben massaged Liv from head to toe, serving her, rubbing her sore muscles, relishing in each moan of pleasure and satisfaction. He savored the feel of the sides of her breasts but didn’t linger there; she hadn’t yet said he was allowed to. All the while, his tongue pressed against her cotton panties, which filled his mouth, nearly choking him, and his cocked throbbed, hard inside his boxer briefs.
“Mmmmm, darling, thank you. That felt so amazing,” Liv said, flipping onto her back. Ben nodded, unable to speak. Liv sat up and closed her fingers around Ben’s wrist, pulling him between her knees at the edge of the bed. One hand closed around his cock—outside his underwear, of course—and the other slowly pulled the panties from his mouth, bit by bit. Liv kissed him softly on the lips. “Would you like a sip of water?” she asked. Ben nodded. Liv grabbed the glass from the nightstand and brought it to his lips. “Drink, darling.” Cool liquid slid down the back of his throat, slaking his thirst and easing the pain of his panty gag.
Once Ben’s thirst was satisfied, Liv placed the glass back on the nightstand and patted her knee. Ben understood this signal implicitly and bent over Liv’s knee.
“Ben, darling,” she said, spreading lube onto her right hand. “You’ve been so good to me tonight.” She rubbed his ass cheeks with her lubed hand and a warm, tingling sensation ignited his skin.
*Smack.*
Liv’s bare hand came down hard on Ben’s left cheek. The warming lube multiplied the stinging sensation.“You changed our plans with no notice when I asked.”
*Smack.*
The right cheek burned.
“You made me dinner.”
*Smack*.
“You ate Jackson’s cum out of my pussy on the deck.”
*Smack.*
She was just warming up, and with every strike, Ben felt more aroused and thrust his hips harder and harder into her lap.
“Hush, now. Be still,” Liv finally said, with a warning tone in her voice. Ben froze.
*Smack.*
“You made me cum once already.”
*Smack.*
“You cleaned up after our dinner.”
*Smack.*
“You laid my toys out just the way I like them.”
*Smack.*
“You waited patiently for me to finish my bath.”
*Smack.*
“You massaged me just like I wanted.”
*Smack.*
Ben couldn’t help it: a groan escaped from deep in his belly and his pressed his hard cock against Liv’s thigh. His ass was tingling, lit up with sensation; not yet painful, but awake, ready, eager for more.
“In fact, darling, I think you deserve a little extra tonight.” Ben gasped as Liv’s lubed fingers teased his asshole, circling around and around, pausing briefly in the center and then moving away. Ben thrust his hips at Liv’s hand and she laughed, pulling away. “Oh no, darling. You haven’t earned that yet.”
She rested her hand on Ben’s ass cheek, stilling him with barely a touch, and reached for the new paddle. “Are you nice and warmed up?” Liv asked.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ben replied.
“Give me a number.”
“Three and a half, ma’am.” *Mmmmmm*, thought Liv. We can do better.
One side of the paddle was stringed with rough hemp rope which was knotted on the other side. Liv stroked the rope side against Ben’s now-pink ass. He squirmed. Liv reversed the paddle in her hand and brought the knotted side down hard on his left cheek. Sharp rope ends and bare wood met Ben’s ass with a satisfying smack. Ben cried out.
Again, Liv stroked the roped against Ben’s right cheek. Again, Ben thrust his cock into her lap which earned another hard stroke of knots and bare wood.
“Can you be still, darling?” she asked.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll try, ma’am.”
Liv repeated the sequence again: stroke, squirm, smack. Stroke, squirm, smack. Stroke, squirm, smack. Ben just couldn’t stay still.
“Ben,” she said, placing her hand around the back of his neck, holding it against the bed. Stroke, squirm, smack. “I really need you to stay still.” Stroke, squirm, smack.
Ben groaned, and she felt his cock against her left thigh, but he didn’t buck as hard as he had been. Stroke, squirm, smack.
“Give me a number.”
“Four point eight.” Ben’s entire body was trembling beneath her. Liv knew he wanted and needed to be brought right to his very edge.
Stroke, squirm, smack. Utter silence and stillness. Finally.
Stroke, smack. Ben shook beneath her. Tears were streaming silently from his face into the comforter. Gently, Liv lifted him up into her arms and held him until the tears stopped. She let him suckle her tits, comforting him, stroking his head.
“Ben,” she asked, once he was calmed. “Do you still want a release?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, softly, sniffing, not meeting her eyes. Liv kissed his mouth, and his eyes sprang up to meet hers.
“Then I want you to stand at the end of the bed and touch yourself with my panties. I’m going to use a vibrator in my pussy, because only Big Boys are allowed inside me—and you aren’t a Big Boy, are you?” Ben shook his head no. “I want you to cum on my tits right as I’m cumming. Don’t finish too early, and don’t finish too late, otherwise you’ll get more spankings, understood?” Ben nodded his head yes.
Liv grabbed her favorite pink vibrator, turned it on, and laying back against the pillows at the head of the bed, slowly worked it deep inside her. Her legs were spread wide, and her pussy was flushed with arousal. She closed her eyes, one hand finding her breasts and teasing her erect nipples, the other slowly moving the vibrator inside her.
Ben reached for the panties, soggy and filthy by now, and with them closed his hand around his dick. He began to stroke, watching Liv’s cunt, wishing he could be the Big Boy who got to feel that powerful pussy around his cock. The thought made his balls tighten and he loosened his grip, not about to cum before her and defy her orders. He slowed down as she sped up, thrusting the vibrator deeper inside her.
“Oh, Jackson!” Liv screamed, fucking herself hard. Ben knew she was close, and he had a short window to obey. He climbed on top of her, gripping himself hard. Liv’s hips bucked against her vibrator and her hand as she came, and Ben finally allowed himself to release, spurting his hot cum all over Liv’s tits.
After, they lay cuddling, Liv holding Ben, stroking his head and back. She wrapped them both in blankets until their heartbeats returned to normal. She shifted to get up, but realized Ben had fallen fast asleep in her arms.
*Oh!* she thought. *Well…* Liv reached for her phone on the nightstand, careful not to disturb Ben.*Staying the night at the Airbnb!* she texted Becca and Jackson. *All good, just letting you know!* Liv fell into a deep sleep, snuggled with Ben under the blankets, satisfied and utterly spent.
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