"You cheated!" She cried out loudly, laughing, as she tried to grab the mouse away from him. "It was my turn and you made me lose!"
"What?!" He feigned innocence, "That's not MY fault! You missed your turn and you have to face the consequences!" He could barely hold back his smile as he turned to look at her with his best 'How could you possibly accuse this adorable face of cheating' look.
She laughed again and pounced on him. They rolled from the chairs they were sitting in onto the floor, emitting lots of giggles and yelps along the way. He allowed her to pin him as she sat astride him. She held his arms down and smiled broadly as she looked defiantly into his eyes.
"You know what we do with cheaters in this here saloon, doncha?" She drawled, exaggeratingly. He grinned and rolled his eyes. Undaunted, she continued. "They're strung up and hanged by their shorthairs, doncha know...!"
He was very aware of her weight upon him, the warmth of her groin on his, the way her hair fell down in wisps in her face despite her best attempts to push it back behind her ears, how her breasts swayed with her movements as she fought to keep his arms pinned, how her eyes sparkled mischievously as she teased him. She knew full well he was allowing her to pin him, but she was going to enjoy it while it lasted, for she knew what was coming.
He glanced sideways at the clock and sighed regretfully. "I have to go to work, honey". He waited, expectantly, knowing the minor tantrum that nearly always followed that statement. And she delivered one. Complete with begging and pleading and seducements and promises. He worked the graveyard shift at a local retailer, whereas she worked regular banker's hours at a local office, and their time together was always fleeting and precious. He was used to regretful goodbyes.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooo! Honey, stay with meeeeeeeeeeeee!" She pleaded, burying her head in his chest, lying fully on top of him now to prevent him from getting up.
"Honey, you know I have to go. Gotta earn that paycheck!" His eyes twinkled, for even though in some ways her nightly pleas annoyed him since he always had to turn her down, he also liked that fact that she consistently wanted him to stay with her. It was nice to be wanted.
"But you NEVER stay with me!" She pouted. "You always go on to work! Just ONCE I would love for you to sacrifice a sick day and stay with me and we could make love all night, and laugh and talk and sleep and snuggle and be the only two people on the planet in our own little world all night long." Her pleas were so heartfelt, he knew she meant well. She simply missed him. They only got one night a week to sleep all night together, and it was wearing on them both.
He smiled inwardly to himself. What she didn't know was that he had recognized this fact earlier in the week, and had arranged to take the night off to spend it with her tonight, but he was going to allow her to go through her nightly ritual of trying to beg him to stay first, just because he enjoyed it. Plus, he hadn't decided yet if he would tell her he had arranged to take the night off, or if he would allow her to believe that he had spontaneously chose her over work. He wondered which would mean more to her.
"Well," he said slowly, "if I played hooky with you, would you be grateful?" He asked playfully. Her eyes widened. He had never shown even a hint of relenting. She pounced on this opening and proceeded to describe to him in great detail exactly HOW grateful she would be.
He decided at that point that honesty was the better path to choose, laughed, and couldn't contain himself any longer. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I took the night off then." He smiled broadly and prepared for her reaction.
"You... what?" She was in a state of disbelief. He NEVER took nights off like this. He was Mr. Dependable, never sick, never leaving early. She had contemplated giving up her nightly pleas, since they never ever worked. But now he had done it, taken a night off to spend with HER!!!! She was still shocked. "Tonight? You... what? Really?" He laughed and tried to reach up and tickle her. She swiftly regained her composure and pinned his arms again. She enjoyed her regained power very briefly, for he was ready to play now.
And it came suddenly, as she knew it would. With one quick motion, he freed his arms, pinned her own behind her back with one hand, and with the other took hold of her long hair. She gasped as she felt her power stripped away and was now at his mercy. He sat up and took in this tantalizing sight he now had before him. Here she was, straddling him, her back arched due to the angle that her arms were forced into, and her head was back as he jerked her hair in his hand, her neck exposed, her breasts right in front of his face. He was also still very aware of the warmth of her on top of him, and her excited breath aroused him even more.
"Okayyyyy..." She said in a somewhat breathless voice, returning to her drawl. "Maybe we won't hang ya right away," a smile crept back to her face, "we might allow you a phone call or two first." She stifled a giggle, which quickly turned to a yelp as he jerked her head by her hair and ordered her to be quiet. She obeyed.
He leaned into her and smelled her skin. She always smelled sweetly, of flowers and lotions. Her hair always smelled tropical, like coconuts. He knew that she used a particular type of hair styling product just for him because he had commented that he liked how it smelled. He released her hair momentarily, only long enough to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't wearing a bra tonight. This pleased him.
He took hold of her hair again. "I am going to touch you now." He whispered in her ear matter-of-factly, making her shiver. "And I plan on enjoying it. You will enjoy it, too." He ordered. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked, himself stifling a smile. He was enjoying this way too much.
"Yes, honey." She whispered. She was too excited to speak normally, in anticipation of what he was going to do to her. She saw that glint in his eye, the one where she knew she was in for a special night, where he was determined to take every part of her and make it known that she was his in every sense. And she almost gasped in anticipation.
He leaned forward and grazed her neck with his lips. Her chest was heaving with her excited breath. He leaned her back onto the floor and positioned himself on top of her, still holding her arms in one hand above her head. He kissed her collarbone, and worked his way slowly down her chest. He paused momentarily to look at her face, into her eyes. He loved how she looked at him, with a mixture of love and lust and trust and submission, yet with just a hint of that stubborn streak he also loved about her.
He looked again at her torso, and focused in on one of her breasts.
"I think I'll just have a little nibble..." he said softly. "If you flinch I will punish you." He smiled as he leaned down to her exposed breast, her pink nipple jiggling with her breathing, and invitingly hard. His tongue darted out furtively and licked it just once. She sucked her breath in as the sensation raced from her breast to her groin. Her nipple hardened even more.
He breathed hot breath onto it, and licked it again, longer this time, swirling his tongue around it, flicking it with his tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes. He took it in his mouth and sucked gently, swishing his tongue over it, suckling it, reveling in the feel of it in his mouth. She moaned again, softly, the sensation of his mouth on her was intoxicating. Even though he still had her hands restrained, he didn't need to at this point. She wanted to be there, wanted him to take her. Wanted to be his.
He sensed her relaxedness and decided she was enjoying things a little too much, and very gently nipped her with his teeth. Her eyes popped open and she cried out. He felt her resisting his hold on her again. That was better. Even though he knew she wanted this too, he still liked it when it felt like he had to convince her.
He released her nipple, now wet and glistening from his mouth, and turned to the other one. He took his time with this one, running his tongue all around the entire breast before focusing on the nipple. He slowly took it in his mouth, too, and worked his way from softly kissing it to devouring it passionately. Her moans drove his passion.
He lifted his head and looked at her face, her expression a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. He smiled and reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Her eyes, which had opened at the sound of the clinking metal, now widened as she caught a glimpse of the cuffs.
"Take off your shirt." he ordered as he released her hands. She paused, then sat up and did as she was told. "Now lay down as you were." He instructed. She did not comply right away, she wanted to put her arms around him and touch him, and was thinking of how to convince him not to cuff her when he grabbed her hands again. "You're not being a very good girl!" He said crossly, forcing her to lie down beneath him. "Do you want to make me punish you?!" He looked expectantly in her eyes.
"N-n-n-no." She stammered, unused to hearing his angry voice in such an intimate setting. She wasn't sure how much of this was role-playing and how much was him simply exercising his creative license. But she knew he would never ever hurt her, and she trusted him implicitly, so she stopped struggling, laid back on the floor and allowed him to cuff her. He cuffed one hand, then ran the other cuff around the leg of their heavy bed and then cuffed her other hand. Her hands now locked above her head, she was at his mercy.
He sat astride her, enjoying the view, going over the options in his mind as to what he would do to her tonight. He mulled over his options and he slowly undressed her bottom half. He removed her sweatpants, running his hands up and down her thighs and hips, then slowly pulled down her panties. Her little muff exposed, he tossed the panties aside and forced her legs open and kneeled between them.
