Gwen glanced down at the time and paused, as she so often did, to admire the two-tone Cartier watch with diamonds and a mother of pearl face. It had been a gift from James for their one year wedding anniversary. Even after five years of marriage, having a successful career, investments, and a retirement plan, she still couldn't always wrap her head around where she was compared to where she started.
Her casual outfit of a thick Filson wool sweater and Paige Denim jeans had probably cost more than her entire thrift store purchased childhood wardrobe. Even though she would spend $450 on a quality sweater that was only weekend appropriate these days, a small part of her felt like vomiting each time. She was working on that with her therapist and also through giving a significant amount of money and time to charities that helped the underprivileged.
Gwen curled her feet under her and glanced outside at the snow swirling around. December had brought with it shorter days and colder nights. She was eager for James to return from his business trip to London, which was leading her to check her watch often. Often, Gwen would travel with him, but work had made that impossible this time.
On the antique Louis XV side table, her cell phone dinged. She picked it up. A message from James: 'Go upstairs. In position. Now.'
A thrill shot through Gwen's body and she felt her cheeks grow hot with anticipation. She folded the blanket and put it over the arm of the chair, while breathing deeply to try and calm her racing heart. After 7 years, James still had this effect on her. She went upstairs to their master suite and started undressing. She folded the jeans and sweater, placing them neatly in her closet. Her La Perla bra and panties went into her lingerie bag and she unpinned her hair so it fell in a mass of curls down her back. She walked out and glanced at herself in the mirror. Gwen was 35 and despite having an exercise routine and being remarkably healthy, she was not a slender woman. She was 5'6 and 175 pounds. A solid size 12 with a round, full bottom and an hourglass figure. James found her curves, soft belly, and full, heavy breasts wildly attractive. Gwen had gotten to a place in life where she could appreciate her body and feel confident with her curves and voluptuous body.
She ran her fingertips down her body, feeling the goosebumps rise up under her featherlight touch. She shivered and the anticipation of James arrival made her heart pound and her knees felt weak. She didn't know that weak knees was more than a storybook expression until she met James and experienced the sensation.
Gwen climbed onto the king-sized bed and got on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. She pressed her chest into the bed, with her bottom side in the air, spreading her thighs just enough so that when James walked in, he would see the view of her bottom and pussy. She was in position and ready for the arrival of her beloved husband and Master.
******
James opened the door and hung his coat up. His briefcase and keys went in their spot and his wet shoes stayed in the mud room. He knew his Gwendolyn was upstairs, ready and waiting, but he would not rush. He walked into their house and smelled the scent that was always present, a fresh linen and lavender mixture that seemed to be reminiscent of Gwen.
James used the downstairs powder room to clean up. He looked in the mirror at his thick head of hair which sported more gray than brown these days. The fine lines around his eyes were deeper since Gwen had entered his life, due to the smile that seemed to be permanently on his face.
He slowly walked upstairs. He could picture her in their bed, in position on the beautiful, handmade quilt covering their bed which had been made lovingly by her, a gift for him on their wedding day. Opening the door, his senses were assaulted by his love. His eyes filled with the sight of her creamy skin, bottom in the air, legs spread. He heard her sharp intake of breath when the door opened, smelled the mixture of her arousal and Chanel perfume. Though he had not yet tasted her, the memory of her unique taste was never far and his mouth filled with saliva at the thought of sinking his teeth into her flesh. And lastly, he felt her. His hands had not physically touched her body, but he felt her. Every nerve, every fiber of his being felt her.
Gwen was nearly panting. It embarrassed her that she was driven wild by him. She had never anticipated this reaction to another person, and it still made her uncomfortable. Not nearly as much as it once had, but it was there still. She could hear James moving towards her and she focused on keeping her breathing steady. He chuckled and ran a single finger up the crease between her cheeks, up her spine and to her hair. He grabbed a fist of her dark curls and pulled her head up. He forced her to meet his eyes. Gwen was silent, awaiting his lead. James gripped her hair tighter, forcing her to stretch her neck. He leaned in so their mouths were almost, but not quite, touching. She didn't blink, didn't twitch. They stayed in that place, breathing together in silence, for seconds, minutes, hours? Time stood still. The world around them drifted into eternal nothingness when they were in this place together.
James was filled with such tenderness and love for this woman before him while also feeling the need that they both shared. The need to control and dominate her body, mind, and spirit. To own her, to fill her from the inside out. It grew within him and he saw her respond. It was subtle, the changes that occurred. Ones that only a person who adored and knew her would see. Being her Master was more than Dominating her body. It was knowing the inner most workings of her mind. It took time to be able to reach a point where he deserved to be called Master and when he had, what a privilege it had been.
As James had approached her, Gwens mind swam with thoughts but when their gazes met, all thoughts left her brain. He was like an anxiety drug. He made all the worries and stresses of the past, present and future disappear in these moments. For this time, it was just her and him. His hand fisted in her hair, feeling the tightness at her scalp. His breath on her lips, the subtle scent of his aftershave, the mint he'd had, and something else. Something primal, musky, his own scent. Her awareness of her own body increased as well. She could feel the pucker of her aereolas, her curly hair brushing against her skin. Her pulse was almost deafening.
Although it had been one, maybe two minutes, it felt like lifetimes had occurred in those moments. Utter silence and stillness then... He yanked her up onto her knees and slapped each breast sharply. She gasped at the impact. He slapped them again and again. Gwen cried out and he grasped her chin between her fingers. "Be. Quiet." He growled. Then he slapped them once, twice, thrice, until they were throbbing and bright red with his handprints. He reached down and grabbed her pussy with his entire hand and squeezed. Gwen gritted her teeth to keep from yelling out in pain and pleasure. He squeezed again then pinched her labia and clit. She thrust her hips forward, seeking the release his fingers could provide.
James slapped Gwens pussy. "So eager, aren't we? And greedy. You'll get it when I decide and no sooner." Gwen whimpered. "Were you bad while I was gone? Did you touch your pussy?" Gwen didn't respond. "You did. You are such a cum slut. Can't even wait for your Master to get home." His voice stayed even and calm. She knew what she had done was wrong but two weeks was too damn long to go without cumming.
He dragged her to the floor by her hair and forced her to sit back on her heels. "You don't even deserve to be on the bed, right now. I'm disappointed in you."
Instantly tears filled her eyes. "No Master! Please don't be disappointed in me."
He gazed down at her pleading eyes. "You knew you weren't supposed to play with MY pussy while I was gone. I told you to wait."
"I'm sorry!! I missed you so much I... I just needed to."
