I am standing in our kitchen preparing your favorite soup as I watch the snowflakes fall outside the window. It blankets the ground in a thick layer, as if it is trying to protect it from the ice storm to come. Protection, that brings about memories of him. I wasn't always a breeder; I used to be a CPA in one of the top 5 firms in the country. However, this is the story of how I came to leave that life behind and become so much more than his wife.
Chapter 3:
I can feel the sun on my face. As I begin to wake from my slumber, I am able to see light through my closed eyelids.
"The sun...oh god I'm late for work" I think to myself. I am lying on my stomach and can feel Marcus' arm thrown over my lower back. He is still snoring soundly. As I try to wiggle out from under Marcus' without waking him, I realize that his leg is also tangled around mine.
All of a sudden, I have a feeling of flying and falling at the same time, and then I see the ceiling. "Where are you going Marissa?" Marcus asks.
"I have to go to work" I say, trying to release myself from his hold. However, I soon realize that it is futile, the more I struggle, the harder he holds.
My head is positioned over his shoulder and he whispers into my ear, "What happened to the resignation?"
"I'm going to do it today, but I have to get to work. I'm supposed to be there in half an hour and I haven't even gotten in the shower yet".
Marcus begins to nibble my neck and ears, his hold slowly relaxing over my body. His hands begin to wander down to my mound, caressing the curls there. "Call to tell them you will be half an hour late. I will take you to work"
"I can take myself to work Marcus", I say breathlessly. His fingers have begun to circle my clit, dragging my wetness up from around my hole but never actually entering me.
"I SAID I will take you" he says in a tone that leaves room for no argument.
"Well, can you finish me then, so I can go take a shower?" I say impatiently.
"Finish you...sweetheart? I will never be finished with you. You do not get to command your orgasms. I will give them to you as I damn well please."
Marcus twirls me off of his side of the bed to stand up. Since we went to bed without clothes on, I can't help but stare at his naked body as he stands up. I receive a swift smack to my ass as he says, "Let's go shower, then work, then shopping"
"Shopping?" I question. "Shopping for what?"
"You will find out soon. Now let's go!"
Marcus grabs my hand and pulls me into the bathroom. While he turns on the shower and adjusts the temperature, I look in the mirror. I still cannot see the beautiful woman he sees, but after last night, I am a little more comfortable looking at myself.
I feel a tug on my hand and Marcus pulls me into the shower. I giggle as I fall into his chest. He makes me stand in the middle of the spray and says in a calm and commanding tone, "Hold still."
He lathers up the bath sponge and begins to wash me. I watch him silently and behave almost as if in a trance. As he drags the sponge between the valley of my breasts I let out a moan. He washes my belly and hips, kissing the newly washed areas as the water washes the soap away. When he rubs the sponge across my slit, I gasp at the pleasure that zings through my body.
However, Marcus has other plans for the morning. He continues down my legs and then guides me to sit on the shower seat so that he may wash himself. He instructs me not to say anything, and if I pleasure myself in any way, I will be punished.
As he drags the sponge over his own body, I can barely contain myself. I am breathing hard and biting my lip trying to contain myself. As he washes his cock, I lick my lips. I imagine how good it would feel to slide to the shower floor and shove his cock down my throat. After he has washed himself thoroughly, he looks over at me. Unfortunately for me, I have been unconsciously grinding my hips against the shower seat.
"Didn't I warn you not to pleasure yourself Marissa?"
"Yes, but I didn't realize I was doing it" I complain. "Please just come over here and shove your man meat inside of me. I need it" I whine.
Marcus makes me stand up and turns me toward the shower wall. He puts an arm around my belly and leans in to whisper in my ear.
"I was going to let you have your orgasm before you were such a naughty girl. But now you need to be taught a lesson. Your orgasms are mine to give you as I see fit, not yours to demand, remember?"
"Yes, but..."
"No buts Marissa. For now, your punishment will be no orgasm until I believe that you have deserved it. And trust me Marissa; it will be far from easy. And at any time if I sense that you have given yourself pleasure, your ass will be as red as a cherry. Do you understand?"
Marcus has a hitch to his voice that suggests he is in no mood for a rebuttal. So, I nod my head and he steps away from me. He cuts off the water and walks out of the shower.
I stand there, feeling alone and desperately unsatisfied. I walk out of the shower, past him in the bedroom, and into our walk-in closet. I shut the door and slide to the floor, tears falling down my face. I slowly wipe them out, wondering why I have so much emotion. After several minutes I get up, put on a soft cotton sun dress and simple sandals, since I will not be staying at work.
As I open the door, Marcus is standing directly in front of me, already dressed in Khaki shorts and a polo shirt. I lower my head and try to slide by him but he grabs me to him. I am looking down at our shoes; I can feel the tears trying to slide down my face again.
"You're crying"
"I'm fine" I say, and try to walk away.
He holds me firm and says, "I know you are frustrated because I did not let you cum, but you have to trust me. Do you trust me?"
"Of course" I say, my vision blurring through tears.