by Diana Hunter
“Don’t move,” he warned her, and while she saw amusement in his eyes, she also saw something stronger, darker. At the beginning of their relationship, their lovemaking had been romantic and filled with passion. But as the years had gone by, they knew each other’s moves and sex had become mundane. Right now, however, “mundane” was no longer a word she’d use to describe sex with her husband.
She remained still as she watched him rummage through his closet. He returned with a handful of thick laces from old hoodies. “I knew I saved these things for a reason.” He held up the colorful fistful of laces. “You always yell at me for pulling them out, but I hate having those ties dangle. Now I can use them for a totally different purpose.” His voice dropped on the last sentence and Val shivered.
“You’re really going to do it, aren’t you? You really think you’re going to tie me up and ravish me?” She tried to keep a straight face and act indignant but she felt just too happy. They were playing again. She would let him put her in a straightjacket and tie her to a railroad track if it helped them reignite the spark.
“You bet I am. Give me your hands.”
Obediently she held them up so he could tie them together. “Shouldn’t I be fighting you or something?” she teased.
“I like the ‘or something’.” His brow furrowed as he thought through the type of knot he should make. He looped the lace around her wrists in a figure eight and ended up simply tying both ends together in a simple bow knot. Val realized she could get out of this with a few twists but knew she didn’t want to. They were both having too much fun.
Gary stood, thinking of his next move. His wife, still fully clothed, lay grinning at him from the bed. The little minx liked this game? Well, so did he. His nearly full erection was proof of that. Quickly removing his clothes, he brought his cock close to her face.
“Damn, but I love your cock.” Her eyes looked longingly at the darkened tip where it hovered just a few inches away. Gary stepped nearer and, using his hand as a guide, he rubbed the soft head all over her beautiful face. She opened her mouth and he accepted her invitation, teasingly pushing between her lips and pulling out before she could get a true taste.
“You want this, don’t you?” He grinned as she squirmed on the bed to get a better chance at capturing his cock.
“You know I do. Bring it here and let me suck you off.”
“All in good time, my dear, all in good time.” He laughed when she pouted. “I want to see more of my beautiful wife first.” He leaned over and grabbed both sides of her sweatpants, yanking them and her panties down and off. She laughed and grabbed for the headboard with her tied hands to keep from being dragged down the length of the bed. But her sweatshirt pushed up as he pulled her pants off and Gary made a mental note to take the shirt off before tying her hands next time.
He had two laces left and he used the red one to tie her ankles together. He used the same knot as he had on her wrists, realizing he had a lot to learn if she liked this enough to do it again. And judging by the way her pussy glistened before he got her ankles tied, she liked this a lot.
“You know, there’s a certain area you can’t get to now,” she informed him.
Gary nodded. “Yep. Builds anticipation.”
“Oh, is that what it does?” She shivered and Gary realized her nipples had gone hard. Yeah, she definitely liked this game. He sat on the bed beside her and slipped his hand between her thighs, fingering her clit before driving a finger deeper along her slit to bring the moisture up. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back. He accepted the invitation and lingered, letting his fingers play as he bent to capture a nipple in his lips.
She tasted of hot summer nights, of starlight and making out in the back seat of his old Chevy. He loved her then and he loved her now. His tongue traced around the nipple before sucking the whole thing into his mouth. He lost it, however, when she gasped and instinctively pulled away. Not to be deterred, he captured her nipple again, this time holding her with his teeth as he sucked it in. Her bound hands pushed on his shoulder even as she arched her back again to give him her nipple.
He released her, but didn’t want that delicious breast to get too far away. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he caught her breast, licking away the sting caused by his teeth. She groaned, but whether in protest or heat, he couldn’t tell. He hoped it was heat. His cock throbbed and he needed to take her now. Pulling away, he motioned to her to flip over. “Come on, up on your knees, you wanton.”
Val’s breath caught at both the words he used and the way he wanted to enter her. She loved being taken this way and it had been so long.
But her bound hands loosened as she flipped over, the long lace puddling around her wrists. Her ankles remained more firmly bound, but she found she could inch her knees forward a bit at a time to get up on all fours. Gary’s hands steadied her as she got into position and he took a moment to pinch her nipples where her ample breasts now hung down. She let her head fall back as he toyed with her, loving the way a simple kink such as two hoodie laces tying her hands and feet could bring out so many new and wonderful sensations.
His hands on her ass felt so good. She bent her elbows, raising it for him to play with. He hadn’t taken her from behind in far too long and she rather hoped he wouldn’t hurry. His hands massaged her lower back, her belly, her breasts, and she closed her eyes—the better to feel his blissful touch.
As a result, the slap on her ass came as a complete surprise. She bolted up, a vulgar exclamation nearly popping out of her mouth. But it remained unsaid when she realized his spanking hadn’t hurt. Or rather, it had stung a little, but he rubbed the skin where his hand had landed and it felt fine. It felt more than fine. It felt damn good. With a wicked grin, she deliberately turned to face front again, making a show of bending down to rest on her elbows.
“You are such a naughty girl,” he told her.
“Very naughty,” she agreed.
His hand slapped her ass again and again she jumped, although this time not in indignation. He didn’t let her settle before landing another spank on top of the others. Her mouth opened as her mind slipped into a dream-like state where she both wanted it to stop and wanted him to go on forever. The skin first stung, then burned. Her pussy creamed and she wanted to come. All she needed was the tiniest bit of pressure, right on her clit…
“Oh, God, Gary, let me come. I can’t stand it. Touch me so I can come?” The words came out as a plea and she didn’t care.
“Touch you? Where? Here?” He spanked her other ass cheek.
“No…yes!” The tension in her pussy ached for release. Yet the stings from his hand wound the tension ever tighter.
“Or touch you here?” His hands grasped her breasts, manhandling them, roughly pinching and mauling them.
“Yes!” She pushed her sore ass against him, wanting every touch he gave her.
“Or here?” Roughly he pushed the loosened tie off her ankles and kneed them apart. His cock, rock hard and throbbing with need, stood ready. He parted her pussy lips and put his cock head at her entrance, desire carrying him away.
“What about it, Valerie? Do you want my cock? Do you?”
“Yes, oh God, yes…take me now. Please take me now.”
“Beg for me. Beg.”
Somewhere it had ceased to be a game and Valerie didn’t care. She wanted him and loved this new side he showed her. She begged. “Yes, I’ll beg. I’m on my hands and knees and I’m begging for my husband’s cock. Please, oh please, give me your cock.” She screamed the last word as his cock slammed into her waiting pussy.
He tried to wait her out, tried to prolong her desire to please him, but listening to her plead proved to be more powerful than he anticipated. He plunged inside, hearing her juices as her tight canal sucked him in. Her muscles gave way and he pulled out only to go in deeper, over and over, until his balls slapped against her clit with every push.
They came together, his hands guiding her hips as they roc
ked in a timeless dance. For too brief a time they hung suspended together, falling over the edge together, and crashing together. He collapsed beside her and she rolled to snuggle in the crook of his arm.
Voice was a long time coming. He had to clear his throat before he could get it to work. “So I think I’d like to add a little kink to our marriage more often.”
He felt her nod against his arm. “Me too.”
“You didn’t mind the spanking?”
“I liked the spanking. If you’d asked me earlier today if I’d ever let my husband spank me, I’d have told you, you were nuts. But I liked the spanking.” She paused. “I really liked the spanking.”
“Alex said we need to do more things together. That part of what we were both feeling is a lack of that.”
“Loneliness.”
“What?”
“I finally figured it out. I was feeling lonely.”
“Are you feeling lonely now?” He rubbed his hand over the ass he’d just turned pink.
“Nope.”
“Me neither. We’re going to make it, Val. I know it’s been rough for a while but I love you. We’re going to make it.”
She felt her breath catch and she had to blink away tears. “I love you too, Gary. And I believe you. I want to make it with you.”
Reaching over, Gary turned out the light. How long had it been since they’d slept naked together? Too long, she decided. In the light of the clock at her bedside she noticed a discarded hoodie tie and smiled. Life would never be ordinary again.
And later, as she lay beside her sound-asleep and snoring husband, Val smiled and snuggled closer to his sleeping form. Her stomach growled and she realized they’d exchanged dinner for sex. He rolled over and pulled her closer and dinner was no longer important. She listened to his heartbeat, soaked in the warmth of his body, and fell into blissful, contented sleep.
About the Author
For many years, Diana Hunter confined herself to mainstream writing. Her interest in the world of dominance and submission, dormant for years, bloomed when she met a man who was willing to let her explore the submissive side of her personality. In her academic approach to learning about the lifestyle, she discovered hundreds of short stories that existed on the topic, but none of them seemed to express her view of a D/s relationship. Challenged by a friend to write a better one, she wrote her first BDSM novel, Secret Submission, published by Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
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Promise for Now
Secret Submission
Stitches in Time
Stress Relief
Submission Revealed
Table for Four
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