Your glare could have melted steel. I had screamed at you in frustration for the state of the house, the kids, the yard, anything that I could pull out of the hat to hurt you. But that wasn't the real source of my boiling anger. The pressure had been building for weeks. We had indulged in a couple quickies over the past month after the kids had gone to bed just to come as quickly as possible to let off some steam. Other than that, you had barely kissed me on your way out the door to work. I dropped off the kids and went back to my home business. I made dinner, put the kids to sleep and we were barely able to slide like limp noodles back into bed before passing out. Now, it was getting hard to concentrate on my work. I kept finding my hands wandering down onto my breasts and crotch trying to find some relief, but it only made me more frustrated. I was like a kettle ready to boil and I could feel the tension building between us.
Here we were in the laundry room with me screaming at the top of my lungs. After I had finished my ranting I was panting and there were tears in my eyes. You looked at your hysterical wife and I'm sure there were a few things you could have yelled back at me to completely send me over the edge into a full sob. Instead you reigned in what I knew could be the devil's wrath, took a deep breath and said, "I am calling your mother to watch the kids on Friday." With that, you walked out of the cramped laundry room space and slammed the door leaving me clutching the most recent pair of socks I had been folding.
That was on Wednesday. The following day and a half seemed to creep by at a snail's speed until I was a big ball of nerves, but I was also excited. I tried to apologize but you barely said five words to me the entire time. (Most of those were when you helped me finish folding the previously mentioned laundry.) In fact, you seemed to be avoiding me the best you could. Finally, the day had come, and I spent a good portion of the day on personal grooming. Lotion was applied, my hair and makeup were perfect, and I shaved all my bits from the neck down the way you liked. I even slipped on my red lingerie. I was feeling supremely sexy.
The kids were like a force of nature tonight, all strung out on weekend energy and the promise of too much sugar at grandma's house. So, by the time we got them to my mother's house and explained that we would be heading to "dinner" we raced out the door and you started to drive. There was a quiet tension in the car that made both of us keep our mouths shut so I tried to stay calm and steal glances over at you. I wondered where we were going. I wondered if you were still mad at me. Your icy blue eyes were inscrutable as you stared straight ahead at the road and your dirty blonde hair was tousled. A five-o clock shadow had just grown in over your strong jawline. The best part was that you still had your black suit on from work, making you look powerful and masculine. In short, you looked delicious. If I didn't know any better, I'd say my mouth had started watering. My apprehension and excitement only grew because I knew our secret. By day you were the mild-mannered father and loving husband but in our alone time you became my master, ruling over my will and body with an iron fist. I was your obedient slave and I worshipped you for the pain and pleasure you rewarded me with. It had been a long time since we were able to play. Looking at you now in your suit reminded me of all the depraved torments you subjected me to on our honeymoon, I was still in Lalaland as we pulled up into the driveway. Still staring forward, you barked at me, "Get in the house, pet."
Just like that a switch was flipped and I felt myself slip into my role. I was afraid that I had forgotten how. I hurried to obey you and scrambled up the stairs into the house. You followed with a steady, measured pace and with an audible click locked the deadbolt behind you. I gulped.
"Strip, inspection," you ordered.
You had already drawn the shades before we left so you just stood there with your arms crossed as I immediately began wriggling out of the slinky back dress I put on for our "dinner out." I felt your gaze on me as I unhooked my red, lacy bra and let it slide to the floor. The panties were next and I could only hope that I was pleasing to you as I got into position. Inspection was a position I had done many times before. My legs were spread more than shoulder width apart and I clasped my hands behind my neck, making my milky D-cup tits stick out even more than usual. With my red painted lips, long black tresses falling midway down my back and long legs ending in the V between my legs I must have looked a sight. You hadn't moved a muscle since I got into position so I stole a glance over to you.
You stood perfectly still like a predator crouching in the tall grass. You looked confident standing there fully dressed, staring at my naked form helpless in front of you. Perfect poise. I could almost believe it if it weren't for your eyes. Your blue eyes were an ocean in a hurricane. Turbulent forces were just barely contained behind the wall of your crisp business suit, gale force winds pushing at your limits. It terrified and intrigued me. This wasn't your normal dom face that was usually so cool and in control. There was a beast inside you tonight that was making me visibly shake. It took all my willpower not to cower down into a ball on the ground like the prey I was. But... the other side effect was an instant burning arousal between my legs. I had already been wet on the ride home but now it felt like you had your hand up deep inside me, squeezing the juice out of me like a ripe orange. My juices started to literally seep out and flow down my long shapely legs. I was always wet in your presence, but this must be a new record. I wanted you to take me more than I had wanted anything in a long time.
Finally, you seemed to produce my cuffs and collar out of nowhere and walked briskly over to me to begin fastening the leather tightly over my ankles first, then my wrists and finally you had me hold my hair up as you tightened the leather collar around my long, slender neck. I let out a sigh as I felt it go on. You know how much I love wearing a collar for you. I had just truly started to slip into subspace when I felt your left hand whip up snake-like around my throat. I let out a surprised squeak as you pushed me a few feet back against the kitchen wall with a small thud. When my shock wore off I righted myself as best I could. You hadn't released me from my posture so my training kicked into gear and I did my best to keep my hands behind my head and my legs spread giving you access to my wet pussy and anywhere else you might like.
With your hand still pinning me against the wall you leaned down and covered my mouth with yours in a searing kiss. I opened to you, letting you fuck my wet mouth hole with your serpentine tongue. Meanwhile your free hand began stroking my soft belly, drawing slow circles over my soft skin, then the rest of my body. Your long fingers ran from my arms down to my collarbones and then cupped each full breast, tweaking my sensitive nipples. The way you touched each part of me, I knew you were reclaiming me, assuring yourself that each part of my body belonged to you completely. And I in return, pressed myself against your hand to say yes, this is yours, begging you to use me. I felt your hands move down to my inner thighs and let out a small whimper into your mouth. You spent some time there, teasing me until you finally cupped your hand around my wet mound. When you felt how soaked I was you dislodged yourself from my lips and my eyes fluttered open meeting your intense stare. I held your deep blue eyes in mine as you found my entrance with your probing fingers.
I should have seen it on your face before it happened. Your lips were slightly parted and teeth bared. I was exposed and so vulnerable with my legs spread wide open for you. Suddenly, two thick, long fingers were shoved up to the knuckle inside of me. You watched me closely as my eyes and mouth gaped open in shock and then clenched shut again as you began brutally pistoning in and out of my wet hole. It felt so amazing, I couldn't stop the long moan that shot out of my mouth.
"Look at me, pet." I opened my eyes again and found yours still staring, boring holes into me as if you could see right inside. I tried to hold your gaze but with your fingers slamming into me and then your thumb grazing my clit my eyelids began to get heavy.
"Keep your eyes open," you growled. Your fierceness startled me and I fought to obey but you were relentless and knew exactly how to work my body like you were playing an instrument. Still I wanted to please you and as you brought me closer to my peak my whimpers and moans turned into a keening, desperate noise. I was begging you for something, I wasn't sure if it was to stop or keep going as I wasn't going to be able to control myself for long. I was just about to beg you for my release when you stopped moving and slid your fingers out of my sticky opening.
God damn you for knowing my body so well.
I barely kept in a groan of disappointment and my hips jerked forward trying to get more stimulation to my needy pussy. You must have noticed this, but I knew you wouldn't be continuing when you put your fingers to my lips and pressed. I sucked my salty-sweet juices off your fingers and licked trying to tease you into giving me the fucking I so desperately needed right now.
"Go make some dinner, pet." You squeezed my throat for emphasis one last time and walked away.
Oh, fuck.
I hurried into the kitchen and started preparing some steak and potatoes with a salad. Now I was less anxious and more annoyed that you didn't want to play with me. I didn't think we were serious about the dinner thing. I flew around the kitchen while you did...
something
upstairs. Dinner was finished as quickly as I could manage, and I was just in time as you laid down a few items in the living room right outside the kitchen and walked in. I quickly set down the plate I had made with a glass of wine and knelt close to the table waiting for you to sit.
