by Anthology
No, he wasn’t hurting her. “I kinda wish you would,” she said. “It doesn’t feel like I thought it would. It feels good, like I’m yours to use however you want whether or not I enjoy it, but I honestly thought it wouldn’t be very different from when you’re in my pussy.”
In response, he withdrew completely. The tip of his cock pressed against her anus. Without warning or apparent regard for her ass’s near-virgin status, he reamed her.
Sharp bits of pleasure-pain radiated directly to her pussy, and an exclamation of pleasure squeaked from her lips. He slapped her ass, sending more heat where she needed it.
“Like that better?”
“Yes, Justin.”
He withdrew and slammed into her again. Tingles prickled up her spine and covered her scalp, blooming into a unique kind of pleasure. She doubted she could orgasm this way, but she definitely had found the joy in anal sex.
She arched her back more, opening to him fully, offering everything she had. He settled into a frantic rhythm, riding her ass hard, taking possession, and forcing her submission. Peace and calm washed over her as she gave her body for his pleasure. Perhaps she wouldn’t climax, but she would please her Justin.
“Mine,” he said. “This ass is mine, Trish. Play with your clit. I want to hear you come.”
“Yes, Justin.” She lifted a trembling hand to her pussy. She pinched and pressed, touching herself without mercy. The distraction of Justin fucking her ass, pounding into her so enthusiastically, proved to be too much. He’d ordered her to climax, so she let her hand wander lower. She pushed two fingers into her surprisingly tight channel.
Behind her, Justin gasped, and she realized she could feel his cock through the thin walls separating it from her fingers. She pumped her fingers in and out, caressing them both with a rough touch. Justin’s breathing grew ragged, and she reveled in her power.
“Come for me. Now.”
His order triggered a storm of reaction. Trish’s body bowed into a stiff shape. Her back arched, writhing under an onslaught of feeling that robbed the bottoms of her feet of all sensation. She screamed her climax, coming harder and longer than she ever had before. Behind her, Justin pumped into her. Hot jets of semen bathed her insides, and he only pounded harder. The orgasm went on and on and on.
Her elbows couldn’t hold their locked position, and she collapsed. Her consciousness didn’t fade, but her comprehension of the world wavered and shifted. She felt Justin’s strong arms holding her tight. He sat on the bench, cradling her to his chest. The staccato rhythm of his heart beat time against where her hand rested. Warm water washed over them, helping to keep the shivers at bay.
He tilted her head back and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to claim any part of her that might feel it didn’t belong to him. As her motor control returned, she tried to kiss him back, but a place deep in her soul only let her accept his mastery of her mouth.
For the first time in a long time, Trish felt all was right with the world.
5
Morning sunlight streaming through the trees outside dappled a pattern over the objects in the room that made the details difficult to see. Justin blinked away the fog of sleep and reached for his watch to check the time. They didn’t have the cabin for much longer. A noontime checkout heralded a definite end to this unexpected second honeymoon with his beautiful bride.
Less than twenty-four hours before, he had watched from down the street as his wife left their home to meet a strange man. The thought didn’t bring the same pain it had the day before, or even the month before, because things had changed between them. Of course, they still needed to talk about how this would all manifest once they got home.
He liked the idea of having Trish as his submissive, but he couldn’t keep her naked all the time. He also couldn’t expect her to have every decision she made approved by him either. They each brought different areas of expertise to this marriage, and he knew when to cede to her wisdom.
However, he definitely wanted to keep control of their sex life. He could make her wear a butt plug to teacher in-service days. He could spank her before she went to bed. He could intrude upon her time in the shower. He could wake her up for sex every single morning. Good God, he loved morning sex. When they were first married, he used to wake her up by plunging his cock into her pussy. Her eyes would open, and her murmured sigh would turn to a gasp.
His gaze wandered to her still form. The sheet, tucked under her chin, covered her entire body. Her hair lay scattered on the pillow, a ratted mess that held an appeal all its own because he had been the one to muss it.
Whether or not she consented to being his sex slave after this weekend, she was his to command for the next three hours. He wanted to fuck her ass again, but he reasoned that she had to be sore. He hadn’t been at all gentle with her the night before. Because she had enjoyed it so much, he didn’t regret being rough.
Mindful of the tenderness she had to feel all over her body, he eased the sheet away. She grunted a protest and tightened her grip. A quick glance at the headboard revealed that a set of nylon restraints attached to an eye hook. He unwound them and wrapped one around each of her wrists.
She opened her eyes, a question there that didn’t make it past her lips. Her gaze followed the nylon line to the hook in the bed frame. As he knew she would, she figured out the situation quickly. He loved her intellect. Beauty, brains, and a generous heart—his Trish had it all. No way in hell would he let her go.
“Raise your hands above your head and spread your legs.”
The restraints kept her hands together. Shades of uncertainty flashed behind her eyes, and he knew she was thinking about things like morning breath or whether her armpits stunk. Justin thought she smelled perfect this morning, with or without deodorant, so he wasn’t about to let her go satisfy a few vanity issues.
She lifted her arms and rested her hands on the pillow above her head. She turned a bit and shifted to spread out the way he wanted.
He smiled as a reward and removed the sheet. Her stiff, swollen nipples stood in a silent salute. He tested her soreness with the light flick of his thumb. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes.
“Sore?”
“Yes, Justin.”
He loved hearing her say his name like that. It meant so much more than acquiescence. Every time she said it, she reaffirmed her love for him. Leaning down, he closed his mouth around her areola. This time, her intake of breath indicated anticipation. He let her feel the heat of his mouth.
Her chest rose and fell. She squirmed a bit, trying to thrust her breast farther into his mouth. He pressed a warning hand down on her hip. Immediately she stilled. He switched breasts.
“Please, Justin. Oh, please suck it or lick it or bite it or something.”
He lifted his head away from her breast and kissed her on the mouth. He sucked and licked and nipped at her lips and tongue. She responded enthusiastically. Small pleading noises vibrated in her throat.
Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his dick and dragged it through her slit, coating it with her juices. Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief to find her so aroused. Justin and his morning erection loved witnessing this kind of reaction.
She squirmed as he rubbed the head of his cock over her clit. Before too long, his patience ran out. He thrust into her, deep and hard. She closed her eyes, and her mouth opened to emit little panting breaths. She wrapped her legs around his hips.
So fucking sexy. He didn’t bother with finesse or teasing. Morning sex, he decided, would be all about the finish line. Still he wanted her to have an orgasm. Feeling her silky walls squeeze around him as kittenish moans and squeaks issued from her mouth left him feeling almost as good as an actual climax.
“You’d better get there before I do, Trish. Bad girls who don’t climax when they’re told get spanked.”
Her pupils dilated, and she came hard. Her legs, wrapped so firmly around him, squeezed to the point of pain, and her back arched
up from the mattress. Justin thrust once more and followed her over the cliff.
He collapsed onto her breasts. After a minute, the rapid rise and fall of her chest slowed. He lifted his head, a precursor to removing his weight, and saw her brief frown.
“What’s that about?” In the past, he would have pretended he hadn’t seen her displeasure. It would have only led to some kind of criticism, and that would develop into a full-blown argument. No more.
In a lot of ways, meeting with a mentor had been better than marriage counseling. He learned not only why communication was important, but how and when to push the issues.
She blushed, but she didn’t break eye contact. “I’m sorry, Justin. I was just thinking I should have held it off because I think I really want that spanking.”
Laughing, he planted a firm kiss on her lips and released the restraints around her wrists. Before yesterday, she wouldn’t have admitted to anything like that. It made him feel great to know she wasn’t censoring her thoughts. “Maybe later, if you’re very good. Right now, we’re going to have breakfast. You have fifteen minutes to get your naked ass to the table.”
Her eyes lit. “Or I’ll get a spanking?”
Never give a sub the punishment she wants. Give her what she needs. They needed to talk. “No. You won’t get breakfast. I already told you how to earn a spanking.”
With that, he left the room. He couldn’t take the chance she might do or say something to derail his plans. Fifteen minutes later, she sat on the towel he had spread over a chair. He set a steaming mug of coffee in front of her and served waffles with bacon.
She inhaled appreciatively. She absolutely loved weekend mornings when he made breakfast. It meant time off for her. He had been so busy at work that these mornings had become rare, and he vowed to appreciate them more in the future. “Shouldn’t I be doing the cooking?” She bit into a slice of bacon.
“Why?” He sipped coffee and waited for her to verbalize the response he knew was coming.
“Because I’m the submissive.”
“You’re not a servant, Trish. You’re my wife. The fact that you’ve discovered your submissive side doesn’t mean I expect things to change.” He meant to assure her that he didn’t intend to treat her as a servant. From the way she frowned, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. He tried again, using plain words. “I mean, I don’t find it sexy or fulfilling to have you wait on me. I like to do things for you too. Maybe we’ve both forgotten what that’s like. That’s something I want to change.”
She stared at her waffles for a minute. Her jaw moved as she ground her teeth. He waited for her to voice her displeasure, to remind him of the reason they’d both forgotten what it was like to have him pamper her, but she merely took a bite of waffle.
“Trish.”
She didn’t look up from her plate, but she froze in place.
“None of this. We’re changing the way we’re doing things. I’m working less. We’re being honest and talking more.”
Now she looked up. “Is that really what you want? I know how much your career means to you. I don’t want to take that away. I want you to be happy, Justin.”
“I am happy. I want to be with you and the girls more than I want anything else in the world.” His chest puffed with an emotion that couldn’t be gained through work. Only his family could make him feel like a complete man.
“And now you’ll be home for dinner? We’ll really have weekends together?” Fragile hope made her brown eyes a few shades lighter.
He nodded, and the pride inflating him from the inside fizzled out when he saw the tears tracking down her cheeks. Rounding the table, he pulled her onto her feet and into his arms. “Don’t you want that?”
She buried her face in his chest. “Yes, Justin. I want that very much.”
He held her for a few moments, and then he eased her away a bit so he could see her face. “Trish, we really need to talk about how things are going to change when we get home. I would like you to finish eating and get dressed so we can do some negotiating.”
* * *
Trish extracted the plain pair of sweats from her bag and pulled a white shirt over her head. Big fish swam in her stomach, churning her delicious breakfast until it threatened to reappear.
Justin had worked so hard to achieve all he had at work. With a demotion, his dreams for a partnership in the law firm would never come true. Part of her felt guilty for making him think that he needed to put his career on the back burner. The rest of her floated on clouds of elation. She missed her husband. She missed the man who laughed and joked, who liked to pick her up and swing her in circles no matter where they were, and who gazed lustfully at her breasts and ass. She hadn’t seen that man in years.
By the time she made it into the living room, only forty minutes remained until they had to leave their little cabin. Justin sat on the couch in jeans and a white dress shirt. He’d left the top three buttons open. His knee waved restlessly from side to side, and she realized he was just as nervous about the coming discussion.
She paused between the chair and the sofa, wondering where he would want her to sit.
He stood. “I thought we would go for a walk, unless you had strong feelings about staying here.”
She nodded, and he held out his hand. The tentative smile on his face grew more confident when she put her hand in his.
They didn’t speak as they exited the front door. Justin scanned the line of trees completely surrounding the house, broken only for the driveway. He tugged at her hand. She followed him as he turned left. She hoped to find a trail or something. Not only did she not want to get lost in the woods; she didn’t want to have to watch for branches and things. She wasn’t exactly dressed for a hike.
A small dirt path became apparent as they moved closer. Trish breathed a sigh of relief. They could walk side by side, holding hands. The narrow path would force them to walk close to each other. She smiled up at him just as he glanced down at her.
“Tell me the truth. What did you think of this weekend?”
This weekend had been the single best of her life. “It was incredible. I don’t want it to end, not yet.”
“It doesn’t have to, honey. It doesn’t have to ever end.”
She knew they couldn’t stay there forever. Plus, she missed her kids. “We don’t have much time left here.” And he wasn’t exactly using it right up until the last minute.
“I’m not talking about here. I’m talking about at home. I like being your Dom. I don’t want this to stop. I don’t want this to have just been a vacation. And there are classes and workshops we can take together to explore this new Dom/sub thing.”
A small wooden bridge, nothing more than a few planks connecting two banks, appeared ahead. Justin stopped on it and peered at the water in the small brook as it trickled downstream.
The wistfulness in his voice made her breath catch. She didn’t want to lose her Dom. “The classes sound nice, but Justin, we have two kids. We can’t very well do this in front of them.”
“No,” he said. “And I’m very uncomfortable with the idea of anyone else seeing you naked. That’s something only I should see. However, there are things we can do. Domination and submission aren’t just a method of having a sexual relationship. We’ll have to feel our way through it and talk about it a lot, especially as we’re starting out, but I want to continue.”
Trish understood his point. Deep down, she wanted to submit to him. Not in everything. If he told her what to make for dinner or to clean the bathroom, he would face her wrath. But she wished he would take over and tell her what to do in the bedroom or force her to talk about things that bothered her. If he hadn’t forced her to talk to him this weekend, all of their problems would have remained bottled up inside her. Years spent repressing her displeasure wouldn’t fall away easily. She needed him to push her on these issues. “Yes, we’ll have to negotiate all those things.”
He brushed his palm over his chin. “About my job.”
“You wanted to make partner.”
“Not so much. Not anymore. I used to want that, but it’s taking too much time away from you and the girls. Being part of my family is more important than making partner. We’ll have to cut back on vacations.”
She didn’t care about that at all. “But we’ll be together more, so we won’t have to rely on those times as being the only family time we get. Are you sure about this, Justin? I don’t want you to wake up ten years from now, look over at me, and regret seeing me there.”
He laughed, a choking sound that made her look over to check his breathing. “If I change my mind, I’ll talk to you about it before I do anything. I should have talked to you before I did it in the first place. I’m sure about this, Trish. I haven’t been more sure about something since the night I asked you to marry me.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. He’d done a traditional proposal at a nice restaurant. He hadn’t knelt on the floor, and he’d been cocky and confident, two qualities that curled her toes in the most exciting ways. “You were that sure about me, were you?”
“You dropped hints for weeks, and you said yes before I finished asking. I had no doubt you loved me and you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Just like now. No doubts.” He lifted his brow as if daring her to argue.
“Some doubts.” She squeezed his hand. “But we’ll discuss those as they come up.”
He nodded. “As long as we’re talking, I’m okay.”
Wind rustled the tops of the trees, and remnants of the spring breeze carried the smell of promise. “What about sex, though? We’re pretty noisy, and I really don’t want to explain to a five-year-old why Daddy’s spanking Mommy.”
Justin laughed and pulled her into his arms. “I’m thinking the girls will spend mandatory nights out with their grandparents every other weekend. During those times, you will remain naked and possibly tied up.”
Hope grew, a strong vine wrapping around her body to hold her upright. “I’d like that, Justin. I’d really, really like that.”