by Ayers, Suzy
He fucked her from below; his hands gripped her hips, as he forced his throbbing dick further. “Yeah, cum for me you dirty slut.” He demanded and he helped her finish her orgasm, as her body seized. “Oh yeah, that’s what I like, like a cascading waterfall. Roll over.”
She complied and he smacked her ass playfully. She pressed her butt into the air; spread her legs and presented herself to him. He groaned, as he slid inside her slit. This angle provided added tightness and burn. The smell of sex perfumed the room and for once, she delighted in it, she had missed it.
He slid in and out in equal, rhythmic thrusts; slowly they gained speed. “Oh baby, do that thing. I’m close.” He hissed.
She clenched all her muscles and pressed hard on the bed. His weight was twice hers and her body began to ache as she tried to hold him up. His fingers stung her hips, as he twisted the flesh on them, she cried out in unison with him in response to the pain.
His dick flared. “Yes.” He jarred her body with a few more thrusts and his burning hot come spurted inside her sore overworked cunt. They dropped into a pile of sweat and sex, unconcerned about the stickiness between them. “I’m so happy you came.” His breath was ragged and he rolled off, which allowed her lungs to regain air.
“Me too.” Her body was still flushed from orgasm. Her heavy eyes allowed her to sleep, as a blanket was pulled over her by Tim.
Chapter 2
Unable to duplicate that night over the past few weeks Keira had become frustrated. She had however found more inspiration for her books and her ideas flowed. Her writing received better reviews from her critique partners as well. However she was still nervous about the thought of self publishing it.
She’d even found the nerve to send a direct message to @C_A_Ward13, she figured she should at least say hello, she felt like a lurker.
‘Hi I wanted to say you have an amazingly beautiful page, with phenomenal pictures.’
She received a polite sweet reply. And soon they chatted about things they had written. Keira began to read @C_A_Ward13’s stories on her blog and enjoyed them. Night after night she’d return to them as well as her Kindle, filled with deliciously naughty books. Her mind delighted as her sex moistened. She tried to find release with herself and was never able to achieve it. Sometimes she’d wake Tim; sometimes he’d be angry because it was so late. He would relent and entertain it, but she wouldn’t climax. She was left to feel impotent and rarely succumbed to orgasmic pleasure. She began to feel a deep pain grow inside her.
One night she saw a note to read a new book @C_A_Ward13 had been working on, although incomplete. She read some of the chapters, late at night after the kids were in bed. That was her usual routine. Her life, her duty, was mom first, wife second and then home. She never entered herself into the equation anymore.
As she began to read she was immediately drawn to the characters. An unsure girl, though she knew her hurts and pains were different then her own, she could relate. Tim and I are living separate lives where we sit here at night, he on the chair, me on the couch, on the laptop. We rarely make love anymore, he’s afraid he’ll hurt me. She looked over at him in the chair and her eyes welled up, but she tilted her head back. She continued to read until her eyes gave up on her and that was ten chapters into the story. It was focused on a girl who unwittingly was drawn to a dominate man and dominated her in the bedroom. It was then that she wondered if maybe that’s what she really wanted. Would Tim accept that responsibility? Would he be my Dom?
She shook her head to shake the thoughts out. He’d call me crazy. She swallowed hard. He came over and she moved off the Twitter site to her word document. “Nite baby.” He kissed the top of her head. His face was always sour.
“Nite. I’ll be in bed soon.”
“Yeah don’t wake me up. I need to sleep.” He grumbled.
“K.” She said lightly, but inside her heart shriveled.
She craved affection more then anything. Before they had kids they would have had sex all night, she would climax three or four times and sometimes even he would have at least two. We don’t even go out anymore. What happened to us? What happened to me? We’ve turned into the most Vanilla of Vanilla’s. That’s it! She was determined to figure out a way to put kink back into their lives. But how?
Later in the week she decided to surprise him with a movie and outfit. She laid out some toys. A dildo, butt plug, vibrator, small crop and nipple clamps. She giggled in giddiness. Who knows what he wants. Maybe all, maybe none. He had to work late she knew, but she figured the kids would be in bed by the time he came home. She dressed up in her black leather 3 inch heel cum-fuck-me boots and his favorite school girl skirt. She lit a candle and waited, seated legs crossed on the bed. After awhile she leaned back. Then by midnight she gave up. She undressed and pulled on her Victoria Secret pjs and put everything back into their rightful place. Jerk! Couldn’t even fucking call me! She pulled out her rabbit and decided to do the deed herself. She pulled out the nipple clamps once more and put them on and the bite of the cold made goose bumps flare across her skin in the warm bedroom. She gasped at the delicious pain of the clamp as it pinched on the sensitive nerves and sent the stinging straight down to her pussy as it turned into something more. It began to warm her core, make her body flush. I wonder if I put the chain in my mouth…Ah shit! She slid the rabbit in between the moist apex of her thighs; teased herself. Teased and moaned as the pain and pleasure increased. She pressed the shaft of the pink vibrator inside her shaky; needy cunt. She thrust it in and out. Her vagina clenched and she hadn’t even turned it on yet. Shit! She turned it on and pressed the little ears to her clit and exploded faster then she ever had before. She screamed out in pleasure. She wrenched her head back during climax, which in turn pulled on the chain harder. Her throat was dry and she could hear her kids stir in the monitor.
Crap!
She laid there a moment more to enjoy the orgasmic bliss. It had been almost a month since she had released an orgasm. Even by herself she couldn’t always reach a proper one or she would become over stimulated and unable to reach one at all. She breathed out as she released her nipples from their bonds of torture and cleaned herself up. Then re-tucked Lily and Jake in and went to sleep. It was the best sleep she’d had in a long time.
The next morning she looked at the man beside her, he let himself, their marriage, and their sex life go. No more. She was going to take control of this. She got up and made breakfast.
“Who wants pancakes, banana chocolate chip?” She asked Lily and Jake.
“Yeah.” They shrieked.
“And bacon?” Lily asked.
“Yep.” Keira kissed her blond head. “Just for you sweetie.”
“I wanna cook.” Jake complained.
“Ok darlin’ get the stool.” She told him. She made coffee and set up the bacon in the pan.
“Mmm. Bacon and pancakes?” Tim came into the kitchen.
“Yep. Jake’s the sous chef today.” Keira winked at Jake and hugged him as he stood atop the step stool.
“I’ll be chef then.” Tim pinched Keira’s butt.
“Oh really and where were you last night?” She attempted to keep the sourness from her voice.
“Out. Went to the bar with a couple of guys.” He spoke without care.
“Too bad you weren’t here, I wore my boots.” She poured coffee for herself, replaced the carafe. “And my school girl skirt. I waited until midnight.” She brought her gaze to his over her coffee cup. After a sip she continued. “Don’t worry I took care of myself.” She raised her eyebrow at him.
He growled. “Really. Hmm.”
She went to her computer to check her emails at the couch and looked up to see his stare. What was he thinking? Hopefully that he fucked up.
“I need your help to get these kids to the table.” Tim said.
Yeah sure, cause I do this every day by myself. She closed her laptop and got up to help. She brought their plates and pushed the kids into their seats.<
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“So what did you do to yourself?” He asked, when Keira returned to the kitchen.
She smirked. Wouldn’t you like to know? “Tim I need more in our sex life.” She switched gears and set her coffee mug down. “I miss things we used to do. I need you to spank me more.”
“Oh really.” He tore her red and white thermal Victoria Secret bottoms and underwear down; hiked her flannel bathrobe up and smacked her ass hard with the plastic spatula in his hand.
“Ah.” She lost her breath at the unexpected gesture and leaned over the sink.
He continued to punish her soft cream flesh until he couldn’t contain his desire for her anymore. His hand pressed down on the center of her back; forced her to bend to his will and he slid inside her slit from behind.
“You’re all wet.” He groaned.
“Yesss.” She hissed.
The angle provided tightness and she could feel the skin surrounding her cunt being pressed in and out with every thrust. As he pulled out, sometimes he would come down again with the spatula on her bottom.
“You like that?”
“Yes.” She moaned; tried to keep her noise down. Her breath slipped away as he lengthened inside her.
He moaned and let out a growl as he pulsed his warm come inside her tight pussy. “Damn Keira. That was hot. Did it feel good?”
She nodded. It felt good, but of course she still didn’t come.
They ate breakfast and he left for work.
Chapter 3
As the weeks passed Keira tried repeatedly, but Tim was caught up with his friends and soon she became consumed with worry that he wasn’t faithful. She knew he would never stray in her heart of hearts, but she felt so helplessly unwanted. And on one of many occasions a fight ensued.
“Keira, you're being fucking ridiculous!”
“So why are you spending less and less time with me and your family?” Her face was stained in tears. “Tell me is it someone else?”
“What?”
Why did I say that? I mean I want to know. But he’ll never forgive me for asking. As soon as the words escaped her lips she wished she could pull them back. She’d never been jealous, but her depression had her into a self-conscious and self doubting place she thought she’d never be. Her thoughts warred between the strong woman she wanted to be and the cracks that threatened to collapse it. A pit formed in her stomach, as she watched his expression go from angry to furious. Her pulse began to race and pound in her ears.
“I can’t believe you just asked me that. I’m out of here.”
“Please I’m sorry. I-” She tried to grab his bicep, but he shook her off. “Tim I want to talk about this.” She called as he went out the door.
That night she lay restlessly in her bed. When she drifted off as she held on to Tim’s pillow and she entered a dark place. Strapped to a wooden table with restraints across her hips, under her breasts and over her shoulders, it felt so foreign and harsh. Leather straps secured her wrists with chains to the restraint at her hips. She swallowed the nervous lump as she felt the lick of leather between her legs, forced apart by a bar. One she knew from her views on the internet called a spreader bar. She let out a gasp of nervous energy. A hand rubbed her exposed pussy gently and then it slapped her, repeatedly and harder. Keira could feel the heat in her core as her lust and want started to overwhelm her senses. This man without a face slid the leather tendrils across the skin of her belly and down between her thighs again. It tantalized every nerve and indicated his next intentions. It made her moan in want and she woke herself from her dream.
Damn.
*****
She waited until Tim returned home the next night after work. They ignored each other and slept with their backs to each other on the bed that night.
It was the weekend and the snow kept them imprisoned inside. Keira stuck her nose into her work, while Tim played video games with the kids. Keira had been speaking with @C_A_Ward13 via email for awhile now about their writing. In the spur of the moment she decided to shoot her one.
Carrie,
How are things going with your story? I’ve read as far as I can. Cannot wait to see what happens next. I love the main character in the story, the Dom. Sexy as hell despite his mysteriousness. Or maybe that’s what adds to his sexiness.
Nervously, I have a question for you. If a Dom/sub couple wanted to be trained would they be able to pay someone to do this? I’ve read about contracts and hard/soft limits and all that. But how do we find someone that we could trust?
Keira xx
Her fingers typed it, but her mind hadn’t really processed it. She hadn’t even expressed her feelings to Tim. She looked at the email after her spell check. Could she really send this? She’d become comfortable with Carrie and felt at ease to write with her, behind the scenes, in email or direct message. But this was going pretty far. Her cursor hung over delete and then it raced as the pressed send. What could it hurt? She lived far away. She could answer the question and then nothing could come of it.
Keira made lunch and prepped dinner in the Crockpot, chicken cacciatore. She loved to cook, it relaxed her. But her mind was on that email she sent. Once her work in the kitchen was done, she wiped her hands on the kitchen towel and raced back to her computer.
Nothing.
Why am I so anxious? She tried to calm the jitters inside her. And worked on the novel she was writing. The day passed slowly between the non-response on the email and Tim’s silent and passive aggressive looks. She didn’t know what was worse, when he yelled or his silence.
After a rather quiet and filling meal they put the kids to bed. Keira went and knelt before Tim in his chair. He’d been watching TV like every night. “We need to talk.”
He muted it, but the soft glow of the television flickered behind her. “Talk.” He grunted.
“I want more from our sex life,” She stopped him from the argument that raged in his eyes and placed her hand on his thigh. “I want to do more BDSM stuff.”
He flicked off the TV now and looked at her. “We do stuff like that already.”
“Tim we haven’t had sex-” She stopped herself and took a deep breath. “I want to try more. I think I need more intensity to feel an orgasm.” He watched her with his green eyes, as they began to soften and look at her with uneasiness. “I-hmm.” She paused. “Remember that night that I told you about…when I took care of myself.”
Anger shot back into his eyes and his mouth opened in protest.
“No. Listen.” She replayed the events of that night for him.
He listened lovingly and took her hand.
“I need more pain and pleasure mixed.” She continued.
“Keira, I can’t hurt you. You know that.” He replied and touched her cheek gently.
“I know, but what if I wanted it.” She took a big breath to calm herself. “I mean, what if someone showed you? Showed us? And gave us ideas?”
“What do you mean? Another man touching you? Looking at you? No way.” He growled.
She bit her bottom lip and dropped her head. Tears escaped and she wiped them away. It had taken every nerve for her to just tell him this. “Just-just think about it.” She whispered and took her laptop upstairs.
She tried to focus her bleary eyes on the screen and continued to type. She closed the laptop and went to bed, Kindle in hand. As she walked past Tim he didn’t even look at her, which made her chest constrict in sharp pain.
He must think he married a freak.
She fell asleep with the Kindle on her chest.
The next morning was Sunday, a lazy day. She opened her email account to find a response from Carrie. Her heart pounded. Get a grip Keira. It’s an email.
Hi K,
Thank you for the huge compliment on my story. It’s still a work in progress. In regards to your question, is this something you are seriously considering? From our prior chats you seem apprehensive about it. Have you spoken with your husband?
xx
Crap
. Keira’s stomach churned. What do I say now? Her fingers hovered over the blank reply screen.
“Keira?” Tim’s voice made her jump in her office chair.
“Yeah?” She spun around.
“I-uh,” He squatted in front of her. “I’m still not sure…about what you want. But I did think about it.”
He ran his hand over his closely shaven head. And the silence was unbelievably painful.
“And you think I’m a freak.” She spoke softly.
“No. That’s not what I came to say at all. I like playing with you. I just-” He stumbled over his words. “I can’t even think of another guy looking at you, let alone touching you. I-I’d have to feel comfortable with the guy. I’d have to be there.”
“Well obviously, I want you to learn. Would you be able to watch someone else inflict pain on me? Hear me cry out?” She asked nervously. She didn’t want to scare him off, but she wanted to be honest.
“I don’t know.” He looked down and shook his head.
“What if you talked to him?”
He blew out a chest full of air. “I can’t believe I’m contemplating this.” He looked at her softly.
“Why are you?” She asked; tears rimmed her eyes.
“Because I love you and I know it’s what you want.”
Relief washed over her like warm bath water. Her tension released from her body and she slid off her chair and into him. “I love you too. I have someone in mind, but I don’t know if they’ll do it.”
“You said someone and then they.” He said confused, as he held her.
“Well I’ve kind of befriended this sub online and of course she has a Master. I mean she’s also a Domme, but I don’t think I’d feel as comfortable with a woman. They live in the UK though.” She looked at his curious face.
“So, you really want to do this?” He asked.
“Yes. I want it to bring us closer. But I wont if-” He pressed his finger to her lips and nodded. “Yes?” she asked.