It had been a rainy day and Kate’s drive home had been a slow progress on the freeway. After a trying day she was in no mood to put up with the idiot drivers who rudely delayed her from getting home to her refuge. Vague thoughts passed through her mind…had Andrew remembered to get the paint for the living room, had he remembered to unload the dishwasher. At that image she smiled, pondering on how his ass looked as he bent down to pull out the clean dishes, jeans tightly stretched across his firm cheeks. But the cars and eighteen-wheelers distracted her, annoying her in interrupting her pleasant thoughts.
She really did hate to be in such a lousy mood. It took away from coming home to find her Andrew waiting for her, the sweet look of love in his eyes when they greeted and kissed. He cherished her and she loved inspiring that in him. But when she finally arrived home, all she wanted to do was change into some comfortable clothes and be left alone for a while. She knew that would cause him worry, but that was all right. Let him work on drawing her out and pleasing her. After all, he thrived on it.
Kate ignored him in the hour that she’d been home. Andrew tried not to dwell on it. Yet wishing to ease her agitation left him yearning to touch her, to hold her. He’d noticed her dark expression, wondered about her day, and wanted to help her relax and take away the tedious thoughts that absorbed her. Tension radiated from her washing over him. Andrew sensed it immediately, her dissatisfaction with her day, and wanted to make it up to her, make her feel better. He’d had the day off from his job and while running errands and taking care of a few things at home he had daydreamed of their evening together. The pot roast was nearly finished and he had been setting the table when she came silently into the house, later than usual. But Kate had barely glanced at him so he remained quiet trying to be patient to wait for her acknowledgement.
Kate retreated to the bedroom. She hastily stripped and put on a tee shirt and sweatpants, pulling soft slippers onto her feet. For a while she laid spread out on the on the bed, listening to the rain beat on the roof. The rhythmic drumming soothed her. Her pulse soon slowed as she relaxed. She even dozed for a while. But the aroma of the roast wafting up from the kitchen teased her and her stomach softly growled in hunger. She heard muffled noises from downstairs and knew Andrew was restless. She had projected her irritability and he’d absorbed it. She smiled at his ability to be empathetic as this made him a more conscientious sub. He had become fairly adept at anticipating her everyday needs.
Finally, she went downstairs to enjoy the dinner he had prepared. She usually liked to cook but he had wanted to do this for her tonight. She sat at the table in the kitchen and watched him ladle the steaming beef broth from the crock-pot into a small saucepan to thicken the gravy. He was so careful not to spill a drop, just as he was so careful not to waste the juices from her cunt as he sucked her. She adored that about him, being so fastidious with everything, especially her. Then he served up the roast and vegetables from the pot onto a platter, poured the gravy into a bowl and brought everything to the table. Andrew kept silent as he cut the meat into even slices and neatly laid servings on their plates. He spooned up potatoes and baby carrots on the sides and covered her serving of meat with gravy. He sat down and waited.
“Smells delicious. You are so good to me,” she gently said. He smiled, happy that she seemed to be feeling better. “Did you get a lot done today?”
“Yes. We’re ready to paint the living room this weekend. I got my car in for an oil change. It was overdue. This weekend I’d like to get your car in, too.” He filled their water glasses then began to eat. She put her fork and knife down and watched him eat a few bites of his roast.
“I’m tired,” Kate sighed and sat back in her chair resting her hands in her lap, “feed me”. He swallowed his food and pierced a carrot on her plate with his fork. As he raised it to her lips she pushed it away. “No, feed me with your fingers. And use your tongue as my napkin, as needed.”
Andrew grinned and freed the carrot from the fork tines. He scooted his chair closer to Kate, then offered the little root with the tips of his fingers. Her lips briefly pressed against his fingers as she eased the carrot into her mouth. He picked up a piece of meat and slipped it between her lips. A single drop of gravy graced her chin and he delicately licked it from her skin, daring to skim her lips with the tip of his tongue. Kate surprised him with a soft kiss.
“I’m thirsty,” she said as she pulled her face away. He held the glass to her lips and tilted it to the perfect angle as she sipped her water. When she was done drinking he continued feeding her. He held the bites of food to her lips and she took them in, occasionally licking or softly biting his fingers. He concentrated on her lips and teeth, the motions of her jaw as she chewed then swallowed. She had such a lovely mouth and throat and he was tempted to kiss her, lick and nibble her soft skin. When her plate was empty she stood up and glanced at his dinner, now cold, the gravy slightly congealed. “Finish your dinner and clean up the kitchen, there’s a good boy.” She smiled at him and left him alone.
Only silence kept him company as Andrew finished his dinner. He contemplated ways of how he could draw her from her lethargy. As he began to clear the table he heard garbled sounds coming from the TV as she surfed through the channels. He filled the teakettle with water and set it to heat on the stove; he thought she might find relaxation in a cup of hot chamomile tea. Anticipating her needs excited him. Halfway through washing the dishes the kettle began to softly whistle its readiness and he poured the boiling water over the tea bag in a delicate china cup. Watching the steam rise and swirl made him think of her body, smoldering, supple, and sensuous. By the time he’d finished the pots and pans his hands were pink from the hot dishwater, and her tea had steeped to the perfect flavor. He dried his hands and placed the teacup in a saucer, then brought it to her.
“Oh, you’re such a love. Thank you.” Kate smiled at his thoughtfulness and took the saucer from him. She set it on the coffee table to cool a bit. She sat back, put her feet up on the table, and patted the cushion next to her, inviting him to sit with her. As he sat down she took his hand and pulled his arm around her, needing his embrace. He pulled her against his shoulder and cuddled her.
“Have you been good today?” she asked. Her thought was on something that he’d kept from her. Kate expected that he would talk with her about it, now.
His mind drifted to his shower that morning. He’d woken up with a huge erection and as he bathed he thought of touching her, and he had ached to come. He had tried to distract himself with thoughts of his errands as he washed his hair. But the hot water spilled down his arms, torso, and in between his legs like a sweet caress; and he had subconsciously fondled himself, thinking of her hand on his steel hard cock. His hand had found its way to his balls and he gently squeezed, fantasizing of her mouth sucking his throbbing prick. He could picture her shapely lips encircling his shaft, gliding up and down, and his other hand allayed his need of her mouth. Before he knew it his cum was spurting from him and he shuddered to think of what Kate might do if she found out he’d ejaculated without her permission. But he couldn’t help it, he had been so horny and lost control.
Kate glanced at his face and knew from his lack of eye contact that he was holding something back. But she was thinking of a credit card statement she’d found that morning, unbeknownst to him. It had been tucked into the pages of a book he had been reading and fell out when she moved it from the kitchen table. She sighed and pulled away from him to reach for her tea. As she leaned back and sipped the soothing liquid Andrew sensed her disappointment. His heart pounded as he wondered how to confess to her. How simple could it be, to only come when she allowed it? His failure of Kate’s expectations fed his guilt.
She was not normally strict about their money but they’d recently had the major expense of getting the house re-roofed and agreed they would not use their credit cards for a while. Kate wanted to build their savings back up and wanted to avoid additional bills. When she found the invoice she was angry and a little hurt by his deception of both their agreement and in trying to secret the evidence of breaking his promise.
Andrew rose up from the couch and kneeled on the floor beside her legs. He laid his head in her lap and embraced her calves. He loved her so much and felt so badly at displeasing her. She had always been so generous with her love and affection, her devotion to him was deep and sincere. Whatever discipline came from her, it would be a relief for him.
“I love you, my one and only,” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair. “You mean the world to me.” Kate’s chest tightened as she thought of how much he had done for her. He’d supported her through college. He’d been by her side when life threw its worst at her as she had been for him. They were always side by side, no fair weather alliance for them, only strong and true to each other. They’d held each other up through joy and sadness.
“I love you, too. I don’t mean to let you down,” he whispered.
“Go to the bedroom and strip. Stand at the foot of the bed and wait for me.” She pushed him away and looked at the TV, sipping her tea. “I want you to think about what you’ve done.” He was quick to leave the room wondering how to tell her of his disobedience and what she would do about it. Kate did not even watch him leave her, but continued to flick through the mundane programs on the TV. Finding a cooking show that had just started she settled in to watch the demonstration, and to let him wait.
Since she had not mentioned lights on or off he opted for on, thinking she’d be pleased to see him starkly vulnerable in his nakedness. As he undressed he could not stop thinking of her mouth, feeding her, feeling her lips and tongue on his fingers. His cock shamelessly began to swell. By the time he was ready for her his prick stood out at full attention, an invitation for whatever she desired. He could not help his selfish thoughts of her soft fingers playing his hardened flesh. He imagined dipping into her eager pussy, drowning himself in her. Then he mentally rebuked himself. After all, he was supposed to be contemplating his misdeed from the morning, or so he thought. The minutes dragged by and he began to worry more about her discipline than his own satisfaction.
When the show ended Kate got up and turned the TV and the lights off. She stretched and walked toward the bedroom, contemplating what to do with Andrew. She was truly surprised he’d gone out and spent money they’d agreed to save. The thought of him standing naked, left alone for the past 45 minutes intrigued her. She was not disappointed as she entered the room and appraised him like a piece of beef in the butcher’s case. His shoulders were broad and held high, the curves of his muscles sensuously easing down his long arms, the tightly rounded cheeks of his ass, all served to flare her arousal. And that is when she made her decision. She would have his ass. But first she wanted to gain his undivided attention. She would remind him that agreements were meant to be kept.
“Turn around.” She glared at him as he turned to face her and he quickly lowered his eyes to look at the floor. “You’ve let me down, Andrew. I wonder how you think you can make it up to me.” She circled him and began to undress. He could not look at her eyes but could not take his sight off her hands as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her sweatpants and slowly skinned them down over her hips and legs. She had no panties on and briefly rubbed her mons with her fingers. She slid her finger between her smooth lips and held her hand up in front of her. “Hmmmm…not very wet. This is not going to be good if you can’t get me wet, Andrew.”
