by Me, Tara Sue
How Abby would react, I wasn’t sure. Later, when her delectable ass wasn’t in my lap, I’d think about the best way to convince her.
11
Abby
By the time he allowed me to get up from his lap, my body was already buzzing in the aftermath of one orgasm. I draped my body over the bed the way he’d commanded, knowing he had more in store for me. And I was oh so ready.
“Not a sound from you.” He gave my butt a sharp slap. “Such a fuckable ass.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning and clutched the sheets in a fist.
“That’s right, Abigail, you better find something to hold on to. You’ll need it when I’m pounding your ass.”
Holy fuck, it had been far too long. I’d never orgasmed from words alone, but if he kept that up, all bets were off. Fortunately, he remained quiet as he prepared us both with lube. If he’d kept talking, I doubt I’d have been able to stop myself.
He worked a finger not-so-gently into my backside. “Damn. You’re so fucking tight back here. Makes my dick even harder.”
I will not move. I will not moan.
I will not move. I will not moan.
Repeating it in my mind didn’t help.
Reciting the German alphabet in my head wouldn’t help. I’d learned more German from some other members in the Partners Group. Now was not the time to try the words out. Not since he’d told me to be quiet.
Maybe he didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d commanded me to be quiet and didn’t realize how hard it was for me.
He pumped his finger in and out. “Such a nice and quiet submissive you’re being today.”
That we shared similar thoughts and often had them at the same time, never seemed odd to me when it was over something like a parenting issue. But for some reason, the rules felt different when the same thing happened during an intimate moment. Which made no sense to me.
“You’re buried so deep inside your mind,” Nathaniel mused from behind me. “Maybe you’ll be able to let go once my cock’s buried deep inside you.”
As soon as he placed himself at my back entrance, and I felt his tip press against me, I knew his musings on how tight I’d be were not an exaggeration. He didn’t pull back when he met my resistance.
“Let me in, Abigail,” he said. “Let me fuck your ass.”
He pushed his tip in, and I gasped as my body tried to accommodate him. Why was it so difficult this time? We’d been having anal sex for years.
A hard tug of my hair had my head pulled back, and his breath hot in my ear. “Get it into your head right the fuck now. You are mine. All of you. And to prove it, you’re going to have every inch of my thick, hard cock up your ass. Understand?”
I couldn’t nod with the way he held my head, but at the moment, that didn’t matter. A nod wasn’t what he required in response to his question. “Yes, Master.”
He didn’t loosen his hold on my hair. “And once I’m inside, I’m going to ride that ass hard and long. And you’re going to take it.” He pulled out and took a step back. “Let go of the sheets, pull your cheeks apart, and ask me to take you.”
It felt almost as if I’d been trying to catch my breath and his words gave me the freedom to take in air. I didn’t stop to think or question what he’d asked. I wanted only one thing. Him. “Please, Master,” I said, offering my body to him the way he’d asked. “Take me however you chose.”
I relaxed into his dominance. Comfortable. Secure. Protected. He renewed his hold on my hair, loosening it only long enough for him to work his way into me. His movements weren't slow or gentle, rather, they were thorough.
He reclaimed me with every thrust. Every movement proving again and again his mastery of my body, my mind, and my soul.
His breathing became choppy. The hand he had buried in my hair tugged once again. “I’ll allow you to come if you can get there before me. If not, too bad.”
I immediately dropped my hand between my legs and ran a finger across my clit, and I’d been so close for so long, it didn’t take much. I rode out wave after wave of my release seconds before he stilled and groaned with his own.
I slumped into the bed, uncertain I could move if I had to. Nathaniel recovered quicker, disappearing into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and the next thing I was aware of was a warm cloth and Nathaniel’s gentle hands.
But, unlike he’d done so many times in the past, he didn’t pull me up into his arms or onto the bed with him. He stood to my side.
“I’m not finished yet.”
His tone left no room for either argument or disobedience. I took a few steps and stood before him. He was naked and, somehow, either still hard or hard again.
“On your knees,” he said. “I doubt your ass could handle another fucking.”
No doubt he spoke the truth. My backside clenched at the thought, no matter the intense orgasm I’d had minutes ago.
He positioned my head to his liking. “I’m going to fuck your throat.”
“Please, Master,” I said, glad he’d given me a warning he wasn’t looking for a mere blowjob. When he said he was going to fuck my throat, he meant every word.
“Since you won’t be able to talk.” He tapped my lips with his finger. “Three taps on my leg to safeword, understand?”
“Yes, Master.” The first few times he’d attempted to use my throat, I’d had to safe out. Now, it usually wasn’t an issue, but like other elements of our play, it wasn’t something we did often.
“Open.”
I took a deep breath as he grabbed my hair with both hands, holding me still and steady for his use. With a shove of his hips, he went all the way in and held himself there.
“Fuck,” he said in a groan. “I’m going to back out and allow you to catch your breath, then your throat is my fuck toy and I’ll go so deep, you’ll swear I’m fucking your pussy.”
He did just as he said. It was hot, arousing, and proved my submission to him even more so than when he’d taken my ass. Kneeling before him, offering myself to him as I did, he held every part of me in a manner unlike he did in any other way we came together.
Without thinking, my hand drifted between my legs.
“Abigail,” he warned, in what sounded more like a growl than a word.
I jerked my hand away.
“No,” he said. “Get yourself off. Makes me want to go even harder seeing how much it turns you on.”
Damn it all, it did make me hot. How could it not when I observed such a powerful man using me for his pleasure? And if watching me turned him on more?
I slipped my hand between my legs, brushing my clit and pushing two fingers inside in time with his thrusts. It took less than a minute for my climax to hit, and before I could recover, his thrusting changed tempo, signaling his.
“Deeper,” he panted. “Need deeper.”
Tears prickled my eyes as he did just that, and seconds later, he twitched, releasing down my throat. He pulled out almost immediately, leaving me feeling empty.
I wasn’t sure how he could move at that point, but before I could blink, he had me in his arms. Without a word, he took the few steps toward the bed, pulling the covers over both of us, and curling his body around mine.
“Rest for me, my lovely.” His lips brushed my nape. “And when you wake, I’ll draw you a warm bath.”
12
Abby
“I think this trip was your best idea, ever,” I told him as much hours after returning from afternoon ski. We were siting in front of the fireplace, having a light snack. We’d had a late lunch because of our skiing plans and had skipped dinner. Neither of us was hungry enough for a full meal.
“Best ever?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Not answering right away, I picked up the mug of hot chocolate he’d just made and blew a stream of air across the top. I looked up and saw him eyeing my lips. “At least in the top ten.”
“Top ten? Are you keeping a running list?” His eyes laughed. “Wh
at’s number ten?”
“Okay,” I said, picking an almond out of the bowl of mixed nuts. “So I don’t have an actual list.”
“That’s too bad. You could have told me what my best decisions were.”
“Pease, I’m sure you know what your best decisions were.” I took the first sip of my hot chocolate and moaned at how delicious the drink was. Nathaniel made the best hot chocolate ever, but even after watching him make it many times, I could never replicate his result. Mine never tasted the same. I took another sip and licked my lips, determined one day to figure out his secret.
I looked up because he didn’t reply. Instead, he was staring at my lips. He must have felt my eyes on him because he looked up and met my eyes.
“As a matter of fact,” he said. “I do know what my best decisions were. Or at least my number one best decision.”
He placed his drink on the table in front of him. When he turned back to me, all thoughts of hot chocolate flew from my head. My mouth grew dry as I watched him approach me. There was no misunderstanding the intent in his eyes, and my heart beat faster. I kept still and silent, caught up in the sensations he could make me feel by walking the few steps toward me.
He reached me and placed a hand on each of my shoulders. “You,” he said, gazing into my eyes. “You will always be my best decision.”
“Decision?” I smile and run a hand down his chest. “Like I gave you a choice to make.”
“I don’t recall that being the way we started.” His forehand wrinkles remembering. “In fact, I’m sure you left me and it was only because Jackson and Felicia were getting married that we even talked to each other.”
“You don’t think I’d have eventually come back to you?”
He shook his head. “I remember you being quite clear when you left that you had no plans to return.” His voice dropped. “You told Apollo goodbye.”
“You heard that?” I asked in a whisper. It’d been so long since I’d given that part of my life any thought. It seemed so long ago and so far removed from our lives today.
“Broke what was left of my heart.”
“It had to happen that way though, so you and I could become the we that we are today. I didn’t recognize it then, but I do now,” I told him, lifting my hand to brush his cheek. “Any life I would have tried to have apart from you wouldn’t be life at all, just a miserable existence.”
He leaned forward, touching our foreheads together. “I just had a sudden flashback to those horrible weeks without you from that time in our relationship.” He stopped and took a deep breath. “And a massive wave filled with the grief and despair of that horrible season swept over me.”
Even though that period in our lives seemed so long ago, and at times I forgot the million little details making up my life then, even the ones I swore I never would, it’s obvious the emotional turmoil we’d both experienced was unforgettable.
I wrapped my arms around him, burying my head in his chest. I inhaled, breathing in the knowledge that yes, those days had been awful and painful, but they were behind us. Forever. And we were still here.
“Look at me,” he whispered, and when I lifted my face, his thumb brushed under my eye, catching a tear I hadn’t known had fallen. “Thank goodness I’ll never have to know what it’s like to live life without you by my side. I’m certain if wasn’t for you, I’d be a reclusive nomad who only shaved once a year, and never bathed.”
His words were easy and light, but their meaning was not. “I suppose you have me to thank for ensuring you never leave the house smelling like gym socks,” I said and laughed. “And I suppose I should thank you for ensuring I’m not turning into a crazy old cat lady.”
“You? An old cat lady?” He shook his head. “Sorry, Abby, but I don’t see how that could ever happen.”
“You can’t see it? Me as an old woman, surrounded by books and cats.”
“The books, yes,” he said, looking at me and shaking his head. “But cats? We’ve never had a cat. I’ve always thought of you as more of a dog lover.”
“I’ve been around more dogs than cats, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like them. Besides, you never hear people talk about the crazy dog lady.”
“You could be the first.”
“Are we having this conversation?” I asked him with an exaggerated wrinkle of my forehead. “Whether I’d be a better old cat woman or dog woman?”
“Better to laugh at something ridiculous like that then to dwell on the misery of our past mistakes and regrets.”
“True.” I said. “But there’s nothing to worry about. You aren’t getting rid of me. Ever.”
I leaned into him. Nathaniel sat behind me, pulling me back against his chest. I sighed in bliss because Nathaniel’s arms were my happy place.
For several minutes we stayed in that position, holding onto the other, watching the dancing flames of the fireplace. Once more the silence struck me. I’d journaled about it a day ago. Nothing major, just a paragraph or two about this week made my brain feel as if it was the one on vacation. I felt a bit silly once I wrote it down, but I left it there. It was a journal, and journals didn’t judge your thoughts.
Not to mention, I’d tried to do the whole mark it out thing exactly once before and Nathaniel had read me the riot act, and then I had to write one thousand words on why journals shouldn’t have any marked out bits.
“Do you think this week away was a good decision?” he asked and dropped his head to my neck for a kiss.
I tilted my head to give him better access. “That’s what I said a few minutes ago, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “But I wanted to make certain before bringing up my newest idea.”
“Which is?” I asked, both excited and trepidation at the same time.
“We plan a week together, just the two of us, twice a year.”
13
Nathaniel
I’m not sure why I thought she’d hate the idea, maybe because I’d had to practically pull her out of the house, kicking and screaming, to get her here this week. Why would I expect anything different when I brought up doubling the number of trips and making them annual?
But she did react differently. In fact, she reacted so different; I wondered if she’d heard what I said. Instead of either rolling her eyes, asking if I was serious, or saying ‘hell no,’ she said nothing.
“Abby?” I asked. “What are your thoughts?” I'd prepared myself for anything she came at me with. Any reason she had, I’d expected and had a response for. Not because I’m an ass who always has to win or get my own way, but because I knew this would be a positive change, and one that would hopefully lead to less stress for her.
“I think,” she started and then stopped.
“Yes?”
“I think it’s a great idea,” she finished.
Great idea. I ran through the arguments in my head, looking for my response to great idea.
What the fuck?
She liked it?
“It’s a great idea?” I asked. “You think so?”
“Yes,” she said, and turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. “Why do you look so surprised?”
“Because I know you weren’t all that happy about coming here for the week.”
“That had nothing to do about not wanting to be with you or going off without the kids. It was about me being worried that I’d forget or not have time to do something for Christmas.” She leaned back into my chest and I wrapped my arms around her tighter. “Being here with you this week has been amazing, and I’d love to do it twice a year.”
I kissed the back of her neck and watched as she wiggled in pleasure. I didn’t question her further or ask if she was sure, we’d both learned the hard way early in our relationship how dangerous half truths and unspoken needs were. Not to say we had a perfect marriage. Like anyone else, we had plenty of disagreements and our communication hadn’t always been stellar, but I thought we did better than average.
But we
couldn’t allow ourselves to grow complacent. Another reason I wanted to get away a few times a year alone with her.
I kept my lips near the skin of her neck. It drove her crazy to feel my breath against her tender skin, and I loved the scent of her. “Reading your journal entry about having silence and your ability to think is one reason I suggested getting away a few times a year.”
Now that we’d both agreed on our plan, and our week was ending, I felt something that might have been a tinge of sadness I’d have to share Abby with everyone else soon. But realizing I’d have her all by myself again in another six months lessened that unnamed something.
“Six months isn’t too far away,” Abby said, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I’d spoken my thoughts or if we both happened to be on the same wavelength. “It’ll be nice to look forward to sneaking away with you.”
“And Linda will be overjoyed to keep the kids twice a year,” I added.
For several minutes, the only sound audible was the crackling of the fire. The silence reminded me that no matter how much I enjoyed getting away from it all, I found I missed the noise and chaos of our life. Or more to the point, I missed the kids. Elizabeth and Henry were as vital to me as Abby. Talking to them a few times a day via video chat wasn’t the same as being with them. I missed the happy hugs when I returned home from work, the sleepy hugs and kisses at bedtime, and the contentment of knowing everyone who mattered the most to me was under my roof where I could ensure their safety.
“Two entire weeks all alone with you…..” Abby spoke as if thinking through something. “Whatever will we do with ourselves?”
“I was thinking of checkers,” I said, not missing a beat. The glance she gave me over her shoulder told me she thought I’d lost every bit of sense I’d ever had. “With your body as the game board,” I added.
14
Abby
The morning of the day we planned to fly home, I slipped out of bed early and, without waking Nathaniel, made my way to the bottom floor of the chalet. Though we had a strict “no work” rule in place whenever we were at the chalet, history had taught us how important it was to be prepared because you never knew what was going to happen.