Mia woke up with a start. She could hear cars passing the house and children playing off in the distance as she opened her eyes. The house was filled with the faint scent of oregano. She wondered what time it could be and tried to rouse herself from the awkward position she woke up in. With the one leg stretched over the back of the chair now completely numb, she gracefully tried to roll forward to sit up and ended up falling to the floor.
"Looks like sleeping beauty has awoken, full of grace and composure, as usual," Michael snickered from the doorway. He leaned against the door frame watching Mia casually pick herself up as if she didn't just clumsily tumble off the couch. His eyes were jovial and his expression soft. He approached her as she tried to shake off the last few moments and gently stroked her hair. Mia rested her head against his chest and exhaled heavily, feeling content.
Michael's hand ran down her back, carefully stroking her bare skin. He outlined each lash mark, circled each bruise, studying them and admiring her strength. Mia shuddered at the reminder of her submission. Her brain flooded with the scenes of that day. Michael had been on a streak lately, pushing her to her limits. Although not the hardest players, Mia took everything Michael would hit her with, quite literally. The marks that adorned her body were a symbol of their love, their trust in each other.
"My love, perhaps I had too heavy of a hand today. I hope this will not interfere with tonight's plans," Michael quietly stated. His voice unwavering although he questioned his performance.
Mia reached up and grabbed at his scruffy chin. She kissed him slowly, only opening her mouth to him when his tongue became insistent. Her imagination ran wild at the thought of what adventures the night held. Her body was his to use as he wanted, and she wanted nothing more than to let Michael do whatever he wanted to her. Her skin burned at the touch of his lips, a yearning for the pain and to please him. It was all that mattered to her in the time they spent together.
"Come help me finish dinner. That will give us about an hour to finish getting ready." And with that Michael headed back to the kitchen. Mia followed close behind, yawning quietly. She sat at the island, her head resting on her open palm, and watched Michael stirring the pot on the stove.
"Don't try my patience, Mia. Come cut up the vegetables," he said as he pointed to a few grocery bags on the counter. She flashed to this morning when she got three extra lashings for being a brat. She could feel the whip biting into her flesh and shuddered from the memory. His mind followed there with her. The whip heavy in his hand and electric as it cut through the air and landed expertly on her skin.
"Nevermind, go run the bath and I'll meet you there soon."
"Thank you, baby, for making dinner. I'm sure our guest will love it."
And with that, Mia strolled out of the room, swaying her hips seductively knowing he would be watching. He finished preparing their meal and listened for the water to turn on upstairs. He knew she was nervous about tonight and that was why she was acting out, but she wouldn't get away with it for long. Michael rushed to the bathroom knowing they had limited time before their guest would be over and the fun would really begin.
"You got in without me." Michael scolded from the doorway. Mia jumped at the intrusion and smiled coyly.
"And what are you going to do about it?"
Michael contemplated silently. He removed his clothing, letting them just fall to a pile on the floor. He kneeled next to the tub and brushed Mia's hair from her face. Grabbed the shampoo from the shelf and he lathered it between his palms. Michael gently massaged it into her scalp as she closed her eyes and instinctively tilted her head back. He rubbed slowly, starting at her crown, working down her scalp, behind her ears, down her short locks.
Mia was lost in his touch. She loved being cared for, especially like this. They didn't always act like this, life and real world responsibilities often got in the way. These small mundane things meant the world to her and Michael knew it. His fingertips brushed her shoulders and down her arms. The shampoo rinsed from his hands in the water and he moved them down her body. He stroked her stomach and the tops of her thighs as she tried to remain still in the tub. Michael's fingers were relentless, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her arms, her back, but always avoiding where she really wanted to be touched. With no warning his fingers crawled around her throat and he nudged her up to a standing position. Mia looked down at his cock standing alert. She silently reached out for it and he swatted her hand away.
"Perhaps if you had waited..." he motioned to his erection, "but now you have to finish so I can get in. Alone."
He reached forward, pulled the drain on the tub, and turned on the cold faucet. The freezing water rained down on Mia who jumped back in surprise. The cool temperature felt so wonderful against her back but was almost too much to bear to even finish washing her hair. He stood and watched her struggle, as she tried to pretend the cold water didn't bother her. He grabbed her towel and held it open for her, embracing her with the soft, downy material. Michael picked her up and seated her on the counter. He reached for the comb and started detangling her hair.
"I love you, baby. These are my favorite days, but when Steven comes over, I don't expect you to submit to me. When you're ready to continue tonight, I want you to stand at the table, palms up, head down, and present yourself to me."
"I know, I almost wish we had the rest of the night to ourselves. I wish I never had to leave this place."
"I'm not going to let you off that easy! Steven and I have been planning this for weeks! And you're going to love EVERY second of it."
"I'm sure," Mia responded as she rolled her eyes playfully. "I can only imagine what your fucked up mind thought up for tonight."
"Such language pet! Tsk tsk, I should wash your mouth out with soap."
"I'm sorry sir, it just slipped out!"
"I'll let it go, just this one time. Finish getting ready and set the table. I'll be down soon."
Michael raised both of Mia's hands to his lips and graciously kissed them. That signaled the power was reset, she no longer had to submit to him and he no longer expected it of her. They started this ritual to seamlessly transition their roles. Already fully trusting each other, there was no need for any further conversation.
Mia hopped around the kitchen setting the table. She danced around in her tight jeans and t-shirt, barefoot as always. Michael poured a glass of wine as the doorbell rang. He exited the room to let Steven in and lead him to the kitchen.
Mia reached out her hand to Steven, being the first time they've met. They locked eyes and sized each other up. Steven was nearly the complete opposite of Michael, scruffy and scrawny, arms covered in colorful tattoos. His presence was a little timid but he looked kind and his eyes shined like that of an old soul. He was surprised by how casual Mia was, unsure of what to expect. Her stature was small and petite with curves in just the right places.
"What do you want to drink?" Michael asked from the fridge, as he held up a beer.
"Yeah, sure. That's great." Steven responded, his voice sounded a little nervous. Sensing this, Mia grabbed the beer and opened it, passing it to their guest. Her hand lingered on his for just a moment too long, and she smiled at him.
"She really has a way with guests," Michael thought to himself.
"Come. Sit. Lets eat!" Michael exclaimed as he sat at the head of the table. The overhead lights swayed in the breeze of the open window. The night was cool and crisp, the kind of weather that demands full attention, that all windows are open to enjoy its beauty. They all chatted and got to know each other, the chirping of insects softly outside. They dined and spoke for hours, laughing and enjoying each other's company.
As the meal wrapped up, Mia stared at the contrast of the bright blue dinner plates against the wood table. It was a solid table, designed much like a six foot butcher block. How fitting a description for tonight's festivities. She glanced over at Michael who was laughing heartily and finishing his meal.
She wondered what he was thinking about, if he was as nervous as she was now. He looked delicious sitting at the table and she yearned to be in his arms, surrounded by his intoxicating lust. Dark clean hair, piercing honey eyes, and arms that look strong enough to rival a python's grip. He noticed her looking at him and furrowed his brow. His smile cut right through her. She imagined how someone could be so caring, so full of love, and yet so sinister at the same time. Her back ached with the memory of the morning and her heart sang with the thought of him washing her hair.
After dinner, Mia cleared the table as Michael washed it, leaving our guest to ready for the rest of the night. Small talk was over and it was time to begin. Mia's stomach was doing somersaults and she tried to steady herself, glancing over to Steven.
"Now for the fun part! I just want to make sure you understand the rules. You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with and we would stop anything if needed."
Mia approached him and sat in the chair next to him.
"Seriously, if you want to stop just let Michael know. We don't invite people over often, so this is almost as new to us as it is to you."
She leaned in closer.
