by Tomas, G. L.
As his lips pressed against my cheeks, and the double sensation made my knee tremble to the point where I was gathering the strength to keep my position up. “You like my fingers up your little ass, don’t you? You dirty little slut.” I moaned at his name for me, a name he’d only use when he was about to go harder.
It’d been ages since I did something so wild. I’d always been curious about anal training, but out of any Dom I’d worshipped, none of them had ever made me feel safe enough until Olli. He’d been patient and I’d been willing, and it wasn’t long before it was one of our favorite acts to perform.
When Olli fucked me in the ass, it never hurt. In fact, everything he did to my willing ass, felt just as good when he fucked my pussy, and I felt honored that he’d loved it so much. He growled, taking another big bite of my ass cheek. The loosening of his belt I would’ve missed if it hadn’t hit the floor a few inches in front of me. Olli crawled behind me, pulling just enough of his pants down to where his erect cock popped out, as he penetrated my pussy from behind.
“There you go.” He lips met my ear in a series of small kisses and whispers. Olli only stopped to squirt more lube onto his fingers, as his thrusts continued to stretch my delicate walls, while his fingers stayed deep inside my ass.
The mix of sensations was a whirlwind of overwhelming feels and emotions. Pain and pleasure. Torture and pampering. As Olli felt himself approaching his well-deserved point of refuge; he ordered me to come so that we could have the pleasure of experiencing it together.
In one shared blissful moment, all my dreams and fears, nightmares and fantasies released on one powerful crash, our bodies colliding into one another’s until the point of euphoric bliss. I had never come so hard in my life. Not that I was full of myself, but I don’t think there’d ever been a time he had either. Streams of his overpowering masculinity burst inside me, as it’s warmth and slick liquid made the last few pumps into me so much easier. Olli wrapped his arms around my torso, laying light kisses against my sweat lined back. We sat there for a moment, tears already forming from the intensity of the play session. It was the most intense scene I’d experienced in a while.
“Would you like a minute to yourself?” he asked, knowing I needed a moment to collect myself as the subdrop kicked in.
“Please,” I assured him.
Olli stood to his feet, planting a quick kiss on my forehead, as he let his pants fall to the floor and made his way into the bathroom. The tinkering of a shower head powering on was the number of sounds and sensations I was now aware of now that we weren’t in the scene. Heavy streams of water hitting the floor seemed to drown out most of my thoughts and any other sound in the room.
Now that I was coming down, I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt this free and sexy, alive and in the moment, while also experiencing an exciting fear that wasn’t all bad but was still scary after the moment. Submission was just one of those acts that a lot of people didn’t understand until they truly experienced it.
To feel powerless and powerful at the same time. How freeing it was to give someone the responsibility of owning your free will. I was more revived than I had ever been. Even other times I’d engaged in submitting. This time just felt different. It made me aware of the ways I could be better. I wanted to be a better mom but for Olli? I wanted to be the woman he needed me to be. The wife I should have never stopped being.
Olli returned to the bedroom with a soft brush, a hair tie, and a scarf as he aided me in securing my disheveled hair into a low bun. Relief washed over me, knowing his past scarf tying skills had been decent enough to cloak my hair from getting wet. “Come,” he commanded as he helped me reached a standing height.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Olli was careful to walk in slow, motionless strides as he led me to the shower and stuck his hand in the running water to make sure the temperature was right for both of us.
The warm water brought me back to reality, as gentle, careful hands moved up and down my dark limbs with soft and delicate care. Olli took care of me as no other man had. Maybe it’s why I could rarely date after him. I knew no other man would handle my body with such beauty and skill. How I had ever let him leave in the first place would always be my greatest regret. I loved him so much, I wanted him to be a better him.
Somehow I’d gotten lucky enough to experience him at both these points in our lives, and I was grateful to have the same emotionally intelligent man I’d always loved while being able to have him to myself for all time. I didn’t even care about his money. With his promise to retire soon, I just wanted to make up for time lost.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, picking me up to rest on the tops of his feet. While I wasn’t the shortest woman, kissing him had always been easier that way.
“I love you,” I said under my breath as he breathed in, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes were heavy but stayed open long enough to hear me say those words.
“Why do you love me?”
I could think of a million reasons, and once I reached that million, I’m sure I could come up with a thousand more. The main reason, though? He made me feel as if a love like his was the only option. That anything less than him would be settling. Years ago he’d admitted to wanting to be the perfect man for me.
Over the years, he’d held himself accountable, blossomed into a fully recognized human, he’d spent so much time trying to be what I wanted, that he ended up changing what I thought I wanted. You’re always told that as a woman, you can never really change a man. But the right man will change for love, improve the things about himself to be better for you. He’d already deserved me, but he wanted to feel as if he’d earned me.
That’s why I loved Olli. To him, the world would always be the start of what he wanted to give me. Even if he gave me everything, he’d never feel it was enough. To be loved that hard. I had to ask myself, was I deserving of him? “Because you make me feel like a princess.”
My eyes started to well, tears falling before I could stop them. Olli cradled my face, wiping whichever tears he could catch, as he leaned in to kiss me.
“I’m sorry I kept you away from Olivia. You two can never get that time back, but I promise I’m willing to do everything humanly possible to make up for the time you’ve lost,” I apologized.
“Shh…” He pressed his finger to my lips. “I want you to know that I was never displeased with how you handled things. You did what you thought was right at the time. I’m just sorry I couldn’t have done more.” As his eyes danced and fought my stare with his intensity.
“Please don’t think I was trying to punish you intentionally on the way here. I never want you to feel as though I’m treating you as if I don’t see you. I need to channel my anger better, I was just caught off guard knowing I had a daughter, and that I could have done more for her.” He’d missed her first word, her first step. He hadn’t even had the chance to watch me give birth. He was madder at himself than me. That I hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him. That I hadn’t trusted he could be there for me.
“You’ve done everything on your own up to this point. You’ve always been stubborn, but I need you now to let me take care of things. To take care of you. Could you do that for me?”
He was right. I had been stubborn. Forcing myself to heavy lift for so long, I didn’t know another way. I hadn’t fought for him years ago, but I planned to fight for him—fight for us—because no one deserved it more than us. “I will.” I finally let my guard down. Olli leaned in to kiss me again, sweet this time, a kiss reminiscent of our youth. Our first kiss.
“I want to buy a bigger place,” His lips still pressed hard to mine. “Someplace safer, for you and Olivia. A place you don’t have to worry about having bars on the windows.” Even suggesting if I liked West Covina so much, he’d even consider a safer area, so I wouldn’t have to uproot Olivia.
“I’m willing to consider a future in California as long as you need, but I want Olivia to get used to splitting her time b
etween California and Finland, too.” He spoke through a smile and a kiss. “My parents will want to know their grandchild better, and I, one day, want her to consider Finland just as much a home as she does the US.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, startled by him lifting me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his hips so I wouldn’t fall, and joked that I was fragile, requiring his love and tender care.
He carried me over to the shower’s back wall, wearing a smug smile and with eyes glassed over from confidence. “When have I ever dropped you during times we had sex in the shower?”
Even after a deep conversation concerning our future, he still had the hots for me and wanted to hear me scream his name. His cock engorged and hard again from our passionate kiss, rested between us, and I honestly couldn’t understand how he was ready to go in such record time. “How are you already hard again?” I smiled.
“I’m always hard for you.” Our eyes locked once more before he leaned in to kiss my neck. The tender, damp press of his mouth made my pussy wet with need, and want, but most of all, desire. Desire to be fucked again, desire to be his. Olli adjusted me against the wall and teased my opening, rubbing the length of him against my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I moaned back to him. “Do you even have the energy, baby?” As his eyes met mine, narrowing as if insulted, as I knew what happened next would make me regret that assumption. Maybe regret was a harsh word. Looking forward to it was more like it.
“If I have the energy to fuck my submissive, surely I can find the energy to make love to my wife.” As his hardness teased my lips and pierced the apex of my thighs in one smooth, clean thrust. The jolt of pleasure and pain made me gasp; I was catching my breath waiting for what came next. Toe-curling strokes made taking him in heaven on earth. As long as this man promised to honor and cherish my body, I would be forever his to make love to.
“I love you, Bendición,” he moaned inside of me.
“I love you too, Olli.” I guided his lips to mine as my beautiful, strong, protective husband made love to me into the night.
27
Olli
Leaving that bed was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. In fact, the only reason Benny and I managed to pull ourselves away from each other at all, were based on promises of many and more moments like that to come. It was official; we were a family again. Benny as my wife, I as her loving husband, with Olivia. Nothing made me feel more complete than knowing I could finally be the father I wanted to be, as well as being the father she’d been deprived of and deserved from the beginning.
We’d all lost time we couldn’t get back, and I was sure that I could give both of them—maybe not a better life—but a different one. For all that Benny had given me, both past present, and likely future, I was ready to give her the world. Our bond was as honest and powerful as any bond could be that it was a wonder I’d allowed myself to enter into so many unhealthy relationships.
Dominating Benny had not only proved I was capable of making her feel safe, feel loved, adored and worshipped, but it also allowed me to channel my frustration and aggression in a way that improved our relationship. I honestly don’t know how vanilla couples did it.
Walking through with an air of readiness, all I could think about was how and what I’d provide for Benny and Olivia, where we’d live, what our life might be like with more children. I wouldn’t trade my experience with Olivia for anything, but I couldn’t help wondering what it’ll be like if I had the privilege of being there from the beginning.
That’s if Benny even wanted more kids. Now that I’d gotten a taste of it, gotten to be present in my daughter’s life, I wanted more of fatherhood. I wanted Olivia to get the chance to be a big sister, and help any that came before her to help navigate what it’s like to be a part of this family.
But maybe, for now, I was getting ahead of myself. I wanted to see our family grow now that I was officially apart of it for good, but it was best to live in the now, where I knew how things stood. Those goals could come in time and even if they didn’t, the burdens of yesterday no longer concerned me. The sense of calm I felt was rather refreshing.
When I’d reached the elevator of my temporary hotel suite, the ride to the twelth floor gave me time to process everything that had happened over the last few weeks. It had been a temporary refuge, one I now regretted but found necessary to arrive both at this place in my life and relationship with Benny.
Now it felt wasteful having so much room to myself, so far away from my family. I was going to check out and stay someplace closer, even if it weren’t as glamourous. I’d figure out our living situation somehow. For now, I just wanted to be near my wife and daughter.
When I reached my hotel room, I should’ve noticed something was off; it was quiet and I hadn’t heard much from back home. I had so much on my mind, I’d completely ignored my room door was open before I even walked through.
I knew she wasn’t one to back down easily, but I figured she’d heard and understood all that I had said in our last encounter. Behind the door, I found Anna, waiting for me in what had meant to be her wedding dress. It was bold but didn’t surprise me. I couldn’t help having some sympathy for all I’d put her through in this short time. She’d lost a life she’d become accustomed to, a husband and possible father to her future children. Maybe they weren’t important to every woman, but they had been important to her. But Benny coming back into my life changed everything. Including the future I’d promised to someone else.
But I had to give her credit. Anna was a lot of things, but a quitter had never been one of them.
* * *
In the course of less than a minute, my mind kept trying to figure out what she thought this stunt would prove, how she found me, whether this sudden appearance should have me fearful of not only Benny’s but Olivia’s safety as well. But whatever the consequence for hurting Anna was about to reveal, I hoped only I would pay the price for it.
“Anna, what are you doing here?” I asked. I thought it best to keep my tone stoic; otherwise, she might view every way I answer as a personal attack.
“I told the front desk that I was your wife—”
“You know what I mean, Anna.” She fluffed out her dress and showed it off as if revealing it to me for the first time.
“Just showing you all that I have left of my wedding day,” As she paced along the open space of the room with a challenging gaunt. “When you left so suddenly, I came to the conclusion that it could only be because of that woman from your past. I refuse to refer to her as anything other than your little whore.” She spoke sharply, and I could tell that even after all that, she’d been holding back.
“You left saying all you had to say, without taking into account all that I had to say, despite me forgiving you for your transgressions. So, I hired a private investigator and tracked you down, so I could tell you that you’re a spineless, cowardly excuse for a man. Being left by you made me the laughing stock of everyone I know. If you were going to make a fool out of me, the least you could’ve done was settle your affairs. Make sure I was taken care of first. But no—you had to go back to that whore of an ex-wife of yours, all because she had your little bastard child—”
“You don’t talk about my daughter!” I brought her in close, not to scare her but to make sure she witnessed the fury in my eyes when it came to my family. “Or my wife in that slandering manner. I take responsibility that you’re upset with me. I hurt you and I’ll be forever sorry for that. But what I won’t take responsibility for is making a fool out of you. Your family has done that enough.”
Anna had been hitting below the belt, leaving me little choice but to do the same. It had always been an unspoken truth that Anna’s family had racked up major debt. I knew it. She knew it. Everyone we knew, knew it. It came as no surprise that marrying me promised a gateway to solve that issue through her to her family, which was why despite never warming up to me, they encouraged our union more than anyone.
Spending years igno
ring random phone calls from cousins, uncles, or other distant family members, begging for loans to soften gambling debts, failed business attempts, even to aid in a Ponzi scheme or two. A part of me knew I didn’t want to know what and where the money would’ve gone if I had given in. But nothing proved Anna had been marrying me for something other than love than that moment just before the wedding as she spoke to her mother. I should’ve put it out my memory but it’d been hard to. You never forget overhearing your fiancée’s parents trying to convince her to refuse to sign a prenup.
But Anna has always been smart. She would have rather had something than nothing at all. Being my wife would’ve solved most of her problems, even if she hadn’t been entitled to half of it, had we gone our separate ways. But we never got that far. I won’t lie and say before reuniting with Benny that I hadn’t wanted it. A life with Anna. I never expected pure devotion from her, but I knew one thing.
That she needed me. Or at least, needed me more than she wanted me. If she could have helped it, there would’ve been little she wouldn’t have put up with to avoid the road her parents and family members went down. The money I earned, the money I was about to earn, would’ve afforded her that and then some.
“Guilt me all you want Anna.” I let her shoulders go, but the tension in her torso still remained far after the release. “But let’s face it, you would’ve never been with me had I not been able to provide you with all the things you love.” Things, not me. There’d been times where she’d outright have a meltdown when I didn’t get her the exact diamond bracelet, or pearl earrings or other wasteful jewelry she never wore but begged me to buy her. And I’d do it; making her happy was all I knew how to. Buy her things, make her feel special and valued. But I needed to feel those things too.
Benny made me feel those things.
I wouldn’t ever dare to compare the two now, not when there was no contest between them. But how could I not love the fact all Benny wanted was my love, attention, and affection. Wanting those things and loving me when I had nothing. Anna, I would’ve been lucky if she had ever loved me at all.