by Liv Bennett
He kneels next to me and holds my hand to help me up. “I don’t want you crying,” he whispers tenderly. “I can’t forgive you so easily, either.”
“You’re the only man for me, Adam,” I say. My voice is hoarse with crying and my throat dry.
“I know. But, you need a lesson so that you won’t repeat such silly mistakes again.”
Your furious face is a lesson. Your rejection is a lesson. I cough to get my voice straight. “A lesson? What do you mean?”
“I’ll not touch you for an appropriate amount of time.”
“Excuse me? You won’t have sex with me as a punishment?” Where is my ‘I’m angry with you’ fuck?
He nods and walks toward the kitchen with me behind him. I may be ovulating any day, and he’s planning to withhold sex? No way! “It’s not right. Pick another punishment. This is too much. For how long?”
“As long as I deem necessary.” He opens the fridge and takes out chicken and vegetables and starts to chop them on the cutting board. I’m afraid he’ll cut off a finger what with the anger he’s holding while handling the food.
“You can’t do that.” I’m already horny. What am I supposed to do to cool off? I come close to making a silly joke about using another man for my needs. For all I know, he can keep himself from my touch for an eternity.
“Just watch and see.”
He cooks and we eat in a deadly silence. I think of bringing up the issue with the purchase order, the Berenson account, Bree’s broken leg. Anything but the rules of his punishment. He might get too encouraged, take it to the next step, and even separate the bedrooms. I can’t live like that. I need sex to feel his love for me, and well, also to get pregnant. I don’t want to lose another month due to a silly game.
I dare to glance up at him and see lust brewing in his eyes. Ahh, why don’t you just take me right here, you stubborn piece of ass. I shouldn’t be too worried. I’m not the only one with an insatiable desire. He won’t be able to keep his hands off me for long.
I gather the dishes and place them in the dishwasher, while he drinks his coffee and reads something on his phone at the table.
“Does your punishment include not talking to me, too?” I ask when I wipe my hands on a kitchen towel.
He lifts his eyes off the phone and runs them over my chest up to my face, lingering over my lips. I melt as they finally land on my eyes. His stare is seductive, and tempting, and leaves me breathless. It’s crystal clear he’ll change his mind very soon. Maybe even in a few minutes?
“I thought you were giving me the cold shoulder,” he replies.
I take slow and steady steps toward him, giving him enough time to study the curves of my body and my hardened nipples. “How can I ever give you the cold shoulder when I’m constantly hot for you?” I say when I finally stand beside him and lift my hand to run it through his luscious hair.
“How about now? Are you hot for me now, too?”
I nod and widen my eyes for effect. “Very much. Hot and soaking wet. Want to have a feel of it?” I grab his hand and pull it under my skirt, between my thighs. His finger slips inside my panties and slides up and down my wet slick. A feeling of heat flares up inside me when I hear him suck for air. The punishment will probably be harder on him than me.
“What do you want to do with me?” he asks, locking his eyes on mine.
“First, I’ll lick your cock, until it’s rock hard.” I curve down to run my hands on his thighs and spread them apart. He pulls his hand away from my panties as I kneel between his legs.
Since the oral sex classes I took at Candice’s company, Adam has become very eager to let me get a taste of his erection. I sweep up his cock with one long lick through his pants. I know how much it turns him on, picturing my tongue all around his penis. And, just like I guess, his cock springs to attention under his pants with that small pressure of my tongue.
“Then?”
“Then, I’ll suck it, until you’re about to come, but—” I say when I unbutton and unzip his pants and stroke the top of his penis with my fingertips through the opening of his boxers.
He closes his eyes; his penis hardens some more and twitches with my teasing touches. “There is a ‘but?’” The crack in his voice gives away his weakness. He’s already at my mercy.
I pull his boxers down, revealing all the beauty a hard-on can have. I stroke the shaft with my cheeks. I love to feel its warm and smooth skin on mine. It smells of soap and his cologne. Spraying cologne on his groin has become a part of his morning routine. Which goes to show how much he enjoys a surprise blow job. The class was worth every cent of the three-thousand dollars I paid to Candice.
I start placing soft kisses on its base, slowly moving upwards, while I massage his balls with one hand and run my other hand over his six-packs. He’s so hot, my desire to suck him is probably more than his desire to come. “Then, I’ll pull away, so you can fuck my pussy.”
His posture stiffens with my words. He loves me getting dirty and slutty. I smile to myself with the knowledge that his stupid game won’t last long.
“How do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
“When I’m on my knees, so I’m all exposed and you can plunge all your length deep inside me.”
“Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you over and over until your pussy is dripping with my cum.” He opens his eyes and drops them on mine.
Now it’s my turn to shake with his words. I take a moment to compose myself, before I stick my tongue out and give his cock a quick lick from the bottom to the top to moist it. Then, I grab his shaft with both hands and slip the head between my lips, brushing it fervently with my tongue. The salty taste of his pre-cum spreads all around my mouth. I move my hands lower to take more of him inside my mouth, all the while my eyes are following his, absorbing the burning desire flashing through them.
He clutches the sides of my head to direct the head of his cock so it hits deep in my throat. I focus on my breathing to prevent myself from gagging when he bucks his hips toward my mouth.
His grasp tightens when my tongue puts pressure on the throbbing vein under his shaft. “Uh, baby,” he moans with need. I squeeze my tongue harder around his swollen head to make him moan louder. And he does, pleasing me with the subtle trembles that are coming from his voice.
I begin to shudder at the thought of having him primed for me. His thrusts get more urgent and deeper by the second. I’m torn between having him come in my mouth and pulling off so that he can load his release into my womb. I want to feel him inside me more than anything, but I know by experience that he won’t enjoy me pulling off right before his climax.
As if reading my mind, he growls, “Don’t stop.” I can’t let him down when he needs it so much. I suck him harder, pressing my lips tighter until he shoots a thick load of sperm deep into my mouth. I swallow some, although most of it drips down. His cock stays inside my mouth until the last spasm is over.
When I release it, he pulls me up and gently presses me into his chest. I smear his skin with his own sperm, as I unbutton his shirt and shower his chest with kisses. He won’t be able to give me the angry fuck I’ve been yearning for, but I won’t complain if I receive a slow love-making session.
“Shall we move on to the bedroom?” I whisper. But first I have to wash my mouth. He doesn’t like to taste his own sperm on my mouth but gets an extreme pleasure making me taste my juices after licking me down there.
“What for?” he asks.
“I need to cool down, too,” I answer, shamelessly.
“You’ll have to deal with that on your own. Remember, I’m not touching you for a while.”
“But you just fucked me in the mouth.”
“That was purely for my own pleasure.”
“You’re a fucking ass.” The sperm around my lips is already drying. Moving toward the sink, I wash my face and mouth.
“Who is really a fucking ass here? If it was me kissing another woman, for whatever reason, would you still be h
ere under the same roof with me? Would you even allow me to explain what happened?”
I don’t answer him, because he might be right. I’d most likely drive off to some random town to be miles away from him, without even calling him to let him know my whereabouts.
“I’m doing this for your own good. For our own good.” I see him coming toward me from the corner of my eyes. “I know you love me and you’ll never want to cheat on me. But it doesn’t change the fact that your lips have now been kissed by an additional man.”
All of a sudden, I feel disgusted by my own lips, remembering how Paul Decker managed to stick his tongue inside my mouth.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, and men will always want to take advantage of you. And let’s face it; you’re very easy, too.”
I turn around sharply to face him. “Excuse me?” I grimace with anger and pain. How can he speak to me like that, as though I’m a whore?
“What did it take for that cocksucker to kiss you? He only had to pull your hand to violate your lips. Just pulling your hand, for God’s sake! Can you imagine what he’d do to you if he caught you on an isolated street? You wouldn’t even be able to scream for help. You’re that easy,” he says, his eyes flashing with rage. “So, please understand me if I want to give you a lesson so you can really learn something from it.”
Unable to hold back the tears welling up, I cover my face with my hands and rush out of the kitchen to the bedroom and slam the door behind me. He may be right, but why does he have to be so damn strict about it?
I don’t hear him open the door as I cry on the bed, face down, and shake with surprise when I feel his hand caressing my hair.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to call you names. I’m just worried about you. You’re my life. You’re my reason to get up every morning. I can’t bear the idea of you getting hurt.”
I crawl to his lap and wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry I’m an easy woman. I guess being with you lowered my guard against men.”
“Now it’s my fault that a total stranger showers you with kisses?” he jokes as he leans down to place a kiss on my head. “Come on, let me take you out. I’m in the mood for a bloody movie. The bloodier the better.”
I take a quick shower to clean myself from the dirty feeling of being kissed by another man and to cool down the heat between my legs a bit and put on skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
We go to the movie theater in the Westfield shopping mall, then eat ice-cream, and buy a new pair of jeans for him. He looks so sexy in them I consider sneaking into the fitting room to corner him for a quickie there.
The girl at the cash register can’t stop giving him once-overs, making me shake my head in anger. What would I do if that girl happened to surprise him inside the fitting room and kiss him? Throw up and run away would be my straight options. Aware of the girl’s hungry look and my jealousy, Adam grins at me, probably enjoying my jealousy.
When he’s done paying, I throw my arms around his neck and crush my lips over his. He’s surprised by my move but doesn’t push me away. Is kissing allowed in this punishment of his? I guess, yes.
When we go back home a little before midnight, Adam collapses onto the bed, leaving me high and dry to myself. I toss and turn until I fall into an uncomfortable sleep.
When I wake up in the morning, I find Adam already dressed and drinking coffee in the kitchen. Shit, I missed the chance of attacking him in the shower.
I put on the shortest skirt suit I have, a beige one which is unfortunately barely above the knees. In the parking lot, he opens the door for me. When he is walking around to the driver’s side, I pull up the skirt so most of my thighs are revealed. I’m sure he’ll figure out that I purposefully did so, but so what? It won’t change the fact that he’ll see my thighs and will want to do things to me that’ll make both of us happy and satisfied.
He arches an eyebrow, snorting, as he opens the car door and is confronted with my bare legs. “I’m only hoping you’re not going to show them to your employees. That’s the whole purpose of this abstinence.”
“So,” I say without looking at him. “How long are you planning to continue this?”
“I haven’t decided yet, but as long as I can go, I guess.”
“What does it even mean? If I can seduce you well enough now, will you change your mind and make love to me? What is the lesson learned in that? That I have an incredible seduction power?”
“You’re right. Let’s decide on a date together. How about a week from today?”
“What? No way. I’m having my period in a week,” I lie. A bit of manipulation won’t hurt. “That means an additional five days without being touched. It’s too long.” He can’t stay away from me for so long anyway. I shouldn’t worry too much about it.
“It’s no big deal. A lot of couples go a few weeks without sex.”
“Yeah, couples who are about to file for divorce.”
He guns the engine and turns to me. “You’re exaggerating. Come on, it’ll be fun. You’ll see.”
“Right. Fantasizing about your husband making love to you while trying to sleep is very fun.”
“You fantasized about that?”
I roll my eyes and look away through the windshield. I have to find a way to have sex with him before my ovulation day is over.
I don’t know how I manage to go through the day at work. I know, actually. Plotting plans about how I can get Adam to have sex with me. I know a few of his weak spots, so I come up with a list of tricks I’ll use on him to break down his guard. One week without sex is my ass. He’ll be on his knees begging for a taste of me in two days tops, once I’m through with my list.
I leave work an hour early to buy lingerie at Victoria’s Secret, the first point on my list. I pick whatever comes my way without even looking carefully; satin, laced, crocket, transparent, baby doll, garter belt, slip, red, black, and tan. Since I don’t lose time picking the entire shopping trip, which cost a thousand dollars, takes me about twenty minutes and leaves me plenty of time at home before Adam arrives.
I quickly pick a white apron, which is semi-transparent everywhere except for the bra part, and put it on. The apron comes with a thong, but I stash it back into the bag with the other lingerie. If I’m seducing him, I might as well seduce him to cardiac arrest. After putting on blood-red lip stick and a brief brushing of my hair, I’m ready to cook the dinner of his life.
I hear the front door latch just as I open the fridge door. I stoop without kneeing to get some vegetables at the lowest shelf and give him the full view of my buttocks.
“Well, hello, there,” I hear him say and chuckle.
Straightening up, I wave at him and let him drink in my apron and what it’s not covering.
He pulls out a chair and throws himself on it. “I thought you’d be more creative than this? Giving me a show in transparent lingerie? I mean, come on.”
“Not creative enough? Any man with a fully-functional penis would drop down to his knees, seeing this kind of lingerie on a woman.”
He laughs heartily, shading his eyes with his hand. Oh, he’s so sexy while laughing. “I’m not saying anything to that.”
“Fine. Don’t speak. Just watch me while I cook dinner.”
He stands and comes next to me, sending my heart racing with each step he takes toward me, and my nipples immediately perk up at attention. Too bad he’s not looking in their direction.
“The menu for today is beef stew.” He opens the fridge and takes out a bag of veggies, potatoes, and a big piece of beef shoulder. “Here is all the food you need for the stew.”
I place the potatoes and vegetables in the sink to wash, then set about skinning them.
“You’re cutting too deep,” he complains when I start to peel the potatoes. I ignore him and go on with the potato-cutting torture. He shakes his head constantly, until I’m done with the six huge potatoes. Who eats so many potatoes, anyway? He complains about my peeling skills, or the lack thereof,
when I peel the carrots, tomatoes, and zucchinis, as well. Why the hell do we have only veggies with peels? It gets worse, when I face the challenge of chopping the beef shoulder. I’m not even sure whether I need to cut it into pieces or just shove the entire thing into a pot. That is, if I can find a pot large enough for that huge piece of meat. From the size of it, it looks like we’ll feed an entire army.
When I try to cut it into pieces, Adam pushes me to the side with his hip and orders me to put the knife on the counter.
“If you cut yourself, I’m gonna be the one who will have to explain how you injured yourself in that revealing apron of yours. And I’d rather not do that.”
He grabs a larger knife and begins to chop the meat. I have to admit the way his hands handle that size of meat with ease is very hot and fills me with lust and heat in my nearly non-existent piece of clothing. He’s actually sexier in the kitchen cooking fully clothed than I’ll ever be, be it with Victoria’s Secret’s help or totally naked. I’m not sure whether I should be happy for having him as my husband or disappointed at not being the desired one in our relationship.
“Your cooking skills are so poor I don’t know why I even married you in the first place,” he says and winks. I know he’s joking. He never ever makes fun of my inabilities in a serious way.
“Let me remind you of a woman in your family who cooks professionally,” I say, referring to Adriana, his older sister, who hates me because she thinks I stole Adam from Pat. “I think you’ll agree with me when I say I have a sexier husband than hers ever will be.” Actually I’ve had two very sexy husbands, but I don’t need to delve deeply into my past with Jack.
“My ever-loving wife. Never neglects to praise me even while throwing mud at my family.”