It started simple enough.
There was a bit of grabbing while one of us was in the kitchen. It might have had to do with me being in a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top. I felt her grip along my rear end. I was smiling as she did that. In this series, we have discussed Marcie being a bit of an unintentional tease. I've shared how much I loved that about her, especially since I know it's for me.
What I have not mentioned before is that I am also a fan of when she instigates the chase. I'm not saying I literally chase her around the house, but the seduction chase. One of the sins I have committed in the past with Missy was that I was a bit of a groper. It took a long time for me to discover that I needed to be more restrained in that endeavor. I mean, I'm not saying I haven't slipped my hand along Marcie's curves at times because I am only human. I just do it when it feels appropriate.
Marcie, on the other hand, was in a different situation with her late husband. He wasn't a groper, but he did have a difficult time showing his affection at times. Marcie told me in confidence during our courtship that Mitch had a difficult time sharing his feelings. I made it a purpose that I would never fail to show Marcie what I felt for her. By doing that, she started being more open as well. Thus, when she squeezed my butt, I felt appreciated for the fitness goals I was trying to accomplish.
It was when I turned around that I saw her surprise. Her collar was around her neck. This was the utility one I bought at the same time as the fancy one. She wore her black bra and panty set that was partially transparent. Her hair was pulled back like she liked to. The biggest attraction though was her smile.
"I had a feeling you'd like this outfit, Master," she said.
I smiled.
"I feel slightly underdressed for this occasion, my pet."
"No, I think you are dressed just right,"
She took a few steps before she was looking into my eyes.
"I felt like being your good girl today."
I leaned in to kiss her softly on her lips.
"Is there a reason for this, my pet?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Because you keep surprising me."
I kissed her again.
"What would you like me to do for you, my pet?"
"I would like you to take me into our bedroom and spend some time with me."
I placed my arms around her.
"Do you have any requests?"
She dipped her face for a moment.
"I..I have been craving him again."
Him meant the beast that had been subdued for a while. At times during our lovemaking, I get into a certain space where I allowed myself to just go with the flow. I get aggressive, but not so much that I fear losing control. It's not the same mindset as when my anger flares. Marcie had felt it on numerous occasions. I led her into the bedroom where I sat her on the bed before I kissed her.
"Safe word?"
"Red. I don't feel like I will need it though," she said.
In my mind, this put her in brat mode. I had to fix that.
"Turn over and present yourself."
She looked at me and suppressed her smile before she turned over, so her feet were on the floor, and she was bent over the bed. I ran my hand along her panties. I could see a partial view of her rear through them. There were flowers on them that obscured a full view of it though. I had to fix that. I slowly started to lower them to the floor before I left them pooled by her feet. She started instinctively shaking her rear towards me. She was in her brat space for sure.
I started to gently rub her skin. I loved how her legs were in wonderful shape from all her exercising and such. There was just enough jiggle on her rear to not be boney. It was perfect. It was simply perfect.
*Smack*
"One," she said obediently.
*Smack*
