by Piper Stone
“You know, I’d love to see you write a book.”
Smiling, she shook her head, seeing the mischievous glint in his eye. “Maybe I will.”
David gave her a sideways glance and sipped his wine. “What do you want to improve?”
Although the question was casual, Shannon could tell he was being sincere. “Patience. Understanding. I want to control my anger and my mood swings. What do you want to have improved?”
“I want you to listen and talk to me.” Laughing, he shook his head.
“Not at you?”
“Exactly!” David slapped his hand on top of the table enthusiastically. Leaning over, he took both her hands into his. “If you really want to try this, then I want you to do me a favor.”
“Okay.”
“I want you to think about this for another week.”
“But David…”
“No buts,” he interrupted. “This isn’t something we can enter into lightly. You know that. We have to be committed, and if we agree next Sunday, then we will decide how to proceed together. We will decide, and I’d like to set a trial period of thirty days. No, wait. If we both agree, then there will be a trial period in which I’ll decide how things will be structured. Do you understand?”
Shannon thought about his words, her gaze drifting away. She was tingling all over, unable to focus.
He cupped her chin, forcing her to face him. “Don’t do that. This has to be something you completely agree to because once we develop rules, then for thirty days, we’re going to follow the path, and I do mean we. I’ll make a promise, if you say yes on Sunday, then I will do everything in my power to work on this plan and help you and help us. I won’t be perfect.”
“And I’ll make mistakes.”
“And I’ll discipline you for them. Is that fair?”
Shannon realized she was shivering. There was something so incredible about his conviction, the way he was talking to her, the look in his eyes. “Fair enough.”
“All right then. Good. Very good. Let’s order some dinner and maybe get to know each other again. I miss the woman I married.”
“I’d like that.” She could see so many emotions and concerns in his eyes. At least he was taking everything seriously.
As they walked inside the house, neither turned on any lights. Shannon knew it was already after midnight and she was emotionally drained. They’d enjoyed the night, talking and laughing like they did so many years before, the tension finally easing after a couple of hours of being together. As she dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes, she could tell David wanted to say something.
“Do you want another glass of wine?” he asked, his voice filling with a sultry tone.
“It’s late and we both have to work tomorrow.”
“You’re right.” David hesitated. “I enjoyed dinner.”
“I did too,” Shannon whispered.
“Well. I guess it’s goodnight, then. I’ll stay in the guest room.”
“You don’t have to do that. We are still married.”
David exhaled slowly. “I don’t want to crowd you or push. We both need time.”
She darted a glance at him, a smile crossing her face. “You’re not pushing.”
“Okay then. Okay.”
Shannon waited to see if he’d say anything else and when he didn’t, she grabbed her shoes, walking by him slowly.
David wrapped his hand around her arm, pulling her toward him gingerly. “Wait.”
“What?”
His breath sounds clipped, he brushed his fingers up and down the side of her face. Tipping her head, he brought his face down to hers, allowing their lips to brush together. “Shannon.”
With her shoes still in one hand, she slid her other up his chest, her heart racing.
Darting his tongue out, he licked across the seam of her mouth. Holding the stance, he moaned softly before sliding his tongue inside and easing his arm around her waist.
When he crushed his lips over hers, she whimpered into the kiss, her legs trembling. She could feel his heart thumping in her hand, and for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, envisioning the way they used to be, imagining how he used to hold her, caress her, and make love to her for hours.
He grunted and swayed his hips back and forth, his hard shaft pushing into her belly. His French kiss became needy, his tongue entwining with hers.
Shannon fought tears, the dichotomy of emotions raw, almost painful. She was so fearful of the future, yet filled with hope. Palming his chest, her fingers dug into his shirt as longing swept through her system.
Easing his hand up and down the side of her body, he allowed his fingers to caress her breast and waist, moving to her outer thigh. Using just two fingers, he began to crawl up her dress, his actions methodical.
Every muscle was on fire, her pussy wet and clenching. There were so many powerful jolts thrashing through her body, just like what used to happen when he touched her with a single finger. Panting into the kiss, she pushed back, breaking the moment of passion. “David…”
He breathed in and out as he licked his lips and continued slipping the silky material up her leg. Sliding his hand under her dress, his fingers pushed under the thin elastic of her panties.
Gasping, she gripped both of his arms and rose onto her tiptoes. When he swirled the tip of a finger around her clit, she shuddered. “Oh…”
“Shannon, I want you.”
She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think clearly. Electric jolts shot up from her legs and straight into her cunt; she was full of desire. “I…” Swallowing hard, she bit her lower lip as she tried to focus on his eyes, the way he was looking at her with such intense need furrowing into his brow. She dropped her shoes and clenched her fist. Why was she nervous?
“Touch me. Just touch me like you used to.”
The anguish in his voice cut through her heart, giving her a horrible feeling of wretched pain, so desperate and so unfixable. Reaching out tentatively, she allowed her finger to touch his shirt only, using no pressure, but the simplest of strokes resulted in a hard shiver skating down her back.
“Mmm. I love your touch, the way you caress me,” David whispered as he moved his hand farther between her legs. Tilting his head, his eyes seemed to be glowing in the slice of moon shimmering through the kitchen blinds. Growling, he slipped two fingers into her wet folds, immediately groaning. “So damn wet. God, you’re so wet.”
“God… I…” The way her nipples were scraping against the thin material of her dress was driving her out of her mind. Panting, she slid her fingers down from his chest to his groin, and the instant she placed her hand on his crotch, he moaned and she whimpered. Every cell in her body on fire, she caressed him through his pants, delighted at how strained the tight material felt around his throbbing muscle.
David leaned his head down, pressing kisses across her neck as he pushed her head back. He nipped the area just under her chin. “Mmm.” Flexing his fingers open, he thrust in and out of her pussy, grunting every time he drove deeper.
“Oh… I… David…” Her eyes rolling in the back of her head, she shivered as she stroked his cock. For a fleeting second, she wasn’t certain if they should be playing with each other, enjoying. But he was still her husband, right? The ridiculous thought giving her a series of salacious thoughts, she gave him a lust-filled look as she slowly began to unfasten his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” The growl was distinct, authoritative.
And she was turned on like she hadn’t been in years. “Who me?’
“Yes, you. I think you’re a very bad girl.”
“I am and I don’t mind admitting it.” She managed to unbutton and unzip him, and before she released his cock, she pursed her lips and blew hot air across his face.
David snarled as he grabbed her chin, pulling her face to his. “God, woman. You’re mine.”
The kiss was a powerful reminder of the man she used to know. As he thrust three, then four f
ingers deep inside her cunt, she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, squeezing with just enough pressure. He moaned into the kiss, the sound guttural. Her heart thumping wildly, she clenched her eyes shut. The man was hungry tonight, in a way she hadn’t experienced in years. Her playful side returning, she took her other hand, forcing first one side of his pants down and then the other, finally able to slip her hand between his legs. There was nothing like rolling his balls between her fingers, the feel of his already swollen sac giving her more than one sinful thought.
He broke the kiss and chuckled, the husky sound filtering into the air. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What you want and what you require.”
David laughed. “Maybe I need more. Maybe I need more than you can give.”
“No. I’ll give you everything.” Pumping up and down the length of his shaft, she clenched her hand around his dick, inhaling the musky scent of the man, her man. Her husband. The word was powerful. She tipped her head, staring him in the eyes defiantly, perhaps the last time she’d give him attitude. This might be the last moment of control, but one she knew he’d respect.
Breaking his hold, Shannon took a step back and nodded before shimmying the dress up from her hips to her shoulders and over her head. When the dress was safely tossed to the floor, she tilted her head to watch his reaction. For the first time in years, she couldn’t stop shivering. The way he was looking at her was carnal, desperately hungry and even in the darkness, she could tell he was shaking with need. Heat rose across her face, leaving her breathless, feeling joy like she hadn’t known in years sweeping over every inch of her body. She couldn’t stop quivering.
“Jesus. You’re stunning,” David breathed as he took a step back. “Take off your panties.”
The commanding tone and the authoritative stance were so different and so enticing. Giving him a haughty nod, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her thong, very slowly pushing them down her hips. Kicking them off, she stood quietly, panting in anticipation.
Tilting his head, he allowed a slow and husky breath to escape before stripping off his shirt in one fluid motion. He gave her a savage look as he kicked off his shoes. “Turn around. Face the island.”
Shannon hesitated, so unused to the tone of his voice. A nervous tick appeared in the corner of her mouth. She pressed her hand over her lips as she tried to control her breathing.
“Shannon, you heard me.”
For the first time in their marriage, David was absolutely taking control. The few words gave her thoughts and emotions unlike she’d ever experienced before and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Yet, she obeyed, turning around and facing the island.
“Open your legs wide for me.”
Shivering, she did as she was told and heard rustling. My God, he is going to fuck me in the middle of the kitchen. When was the last time they’d had any kind of sex anywhere but the bedroom? Whew. She was hot and wet all over.
“Lower your head.”
“I…”
“Shannon.”
The tone was soft, the timbre dangerous. Once again, she did what he asked without question, but her mind was reeling, her pussy clenching. She could hear the thumping of her heart, soft echoes bouncing in her ears. Licking her lips, she was trying to figure out why she was so excited, so hungry. She heard him coming closer, his breath sounds came in grunts.
David placed both hands on her shoulders, gripping them as he lowered his head, pressing kisses from one shoulder to the other. Easing back, he breathed a swath of hot air across her back. “You’re one very bad girl. Do you know that?”
“Yes.” The answer was easy.
“And you know what bad girls receive, right?”
“Yes.” She was quivering all over, her right leg barely able to stay on the floor. Was he going to spank her right here and now?
Sliding the flat of one hand down the length of her spine, he remained quiet.
She could sense his mind churning, thinking about his next move; the mere thought forced goose bumps on her arms and legs. Trying to obey him and keeping her head down was killing her.
He rubbed first, one ass cheek, then the other. “Very bad girl.”
Crack! Pop!
“Oh!” Jerking her head up, she hadn’t expected the harsh sting.
“As I told you, naughty girls need discipline.”
Pop! Crack! Crack!
Dear God, he was really spanking her. Instantly, pain flashed through every cell in her body. The feel of his hand, the way his voice sounded, and the heat on her ass, gave her a wild mixture of sensations and emotions.
“You need to learn to obey me, follow my rules,” David stated softly, his voice never rising.
“Yes, sir.” Somehow, the words just blurted out.
Pop! Whoosh! Slap!
He continued spanking her, each strike methodical and placed evenly, first, on one cheek and then the other. She was amazed by how much the spanking hurt. He was damn good at being in control, something she’d needed for so long. Shannon lowered her head to the island, allowing the cool feel of the counter to soothe her nerves.
Crack! Slap!
“Oh…” The last two hurt like fucking hell, causing her to jump involuntarily, her heart racing. “God…”
“Mmm. I think you’ve had enough for tonight.” Rubbing her ass cheeks, he leaned over her, wrapping his body around hers, placing both hands on the island. “Where there is punishment, there is also absolution. And there is love.”
He simply held her against the kitchen island for a full minute; the weight of his body against hers was protective and so comforting. Shannon closed her eyes, never having felt so close to David in her life. She was being protected and reminded she was very loved. She was able to simply let go, giving him her body for protection, nurturing, and discipline. And she never felt happier.
David licked across her neck before moving away, just enough to slide the tip of his cock up and down the crack of her ass.
As dazzling sensations roared through her, she moaned, saliva dripping from her mouth. My God, she was unable to stop shaking. Where had this man come from?
“Beautiful and unruly.” He chuckled as he moved his hips back and forth.
She remained still, her heart thumping raggedly. Arching her back, she lifted up her ass as a brazen invitation.
“Ah, I can see my little kitten is hungry.” He kissed her neck, biting down as he pressed the tip of his dick to her pussy.
“Yes… I…” Unable to speak, she closed her eyes, gripping the edge of the counter.
“Mmm.” David exhaled slowly as he rubbed his hands down her back to her hips, holding and pushing her against the counter. Sliding just the tip of his shaft inside, he allowed a slow growl to pulse over her skin. “You do realize you belong to me?”
She smiled, a husky purr her answer.
David thrust the entire length of his cock into her pussy, the force pushing her hard into the edge of the counter. “Fuck!” Tossing his head back he roared, the sound filtering off the ceiling.
Shuddering, she opened her mouth to scream, her breath stolen. He pulled his cock all the way out and drove it into her again, so deep she tingled to her toes. She pushed up on the countertop, arching her back and pushing her hips against his stomach. “Fuck me hard. Take me.”
“Jesus.” Groaning, he repeated the move, every thrust deep and solid.
The sound of his balls slapping against her clit was a powerful aphrodisiac; for a few seconds, she was out of control, her nails scraping the dense Formica. Breathing in and out rapidly, she laughed softly.
“Tight and wet. Yes.” In and out he thrust, his body hovering over hers.
There was nothing like the feel of his muscles pressing against her back. Shannon inhaled deeply. The scent of his exotic cologne and their combined sex was a slice of pure bliss. She kept her eyes closed, submitting to her husband in a way she hadn’t before.
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rder and faster he plunged, his grunts becoming more animalistic.
She could feel beads of sweat dripping down from his face, and the effect made her smile. Her legs quivering, she tried to meet every thrust with one of her own, her pussy muscles clamping around the tight invasion.
“God. So good.” His voice was barely audible as he continued thrusting.
Suddenly, a clanging sounded in the room as a whoosh of papers and pots clattered together to the floor. Shannon giggled as she lifted her head, shoving her body up against David’s. Instantly, the shift in the angle created a jolt of white-hot heat coursing up from her toes to her legs, heading straight into her pussy. Her breath stolen, she gasped, the raging climax so unexpected. She clenched her cunt muscles, and he growled in appreciation.
“Christ!” David moaned as he continued the pace, every plunge deep.
For a few seconds, they kept the wild rhythm, moving against each other as the friction from their bodies sent jolts of electricity between them. Shannon was lost in the passion, her entire body on fire.
David continued thrusting inside, his grunts becoming moans, and he jerked his body back, wrapping his arms around Shannon, pulling her into his chest.
An intense orgasm rushed into her pussy. “Oh!” She reached back, grabbing his legs and digging her nails into his skin.
He tugged her back harder, forcing his cock even deeper. Lowering his head, he bit down on her shoulder, taking the tender flesh into his mouth.
A flash of pain from the bite mixed with the breathtaking moment of pure ecstasy and Shannon couldn’t stop shaking. “Oh, oh, oh…” The single orgasm became a wave, as her legs refused to stop shaking.
“Shannon.” His guttural growl permeated the room, and as he continued pumping, he tossed his head back and yelled. “Yes!”
As hot cum spewed deep inside, Shannon smiled. For the first time in months, she had hope. Now, would it last?
Chapter 5