Chapter 13:โ โ Pegging Gino
Danny's point of view
I am slow, but I get it. My face flushes deep red and goes to purple. "Why, Danny? Why is this so important to you? It is, isn't it?"
She scoots up beside me and leans against my chest instead of the headboard. "More than I can tell you."
"Why? So what's going on now?"
"Gino I'm so uptight now I'm desperate. I want to pound, punish, and vent frustration in the only way that ever works for me. Sex; hard, animal, unleashed sex". She turns her face up to mine and I see the pleading in her face and hear the plea in her voice. "Gino I've been doing this with my bitches for ten years, and I miss it, and right now I am about to explode from all that's happened."
"I see. This isn't just sex to you today is it? It's more than that. Do you want to dominate the man in your life, is that it?"
She reacts as if slapped. Her head springs off my chest and squares around to face me. "No, no, no, Gino. I don't want to be the alpha. That's not what I mean." She shakes her head vehemently. "No! Don't ever think that."
"What then? Couldn't you scratch that itch with Kammy?"
She shakes her head violently. "No Gino! She's too small, too light to fuck hard enough. Anyway, it's not an itch. It's a release valve that works for me when nothing else does. I thought that once my political career was over I could relax, but the opposite happened. All the stress of the oval office finally turned into an avalanche and buried my ass in depression, tension, frustration, and anxiety. I'm a wreck, Gino. My nerves are frayed, my spine is fried, and my mind is mired in mud. Besides, I'm still not over losing Chuck, those children or you and Kammy dying. Plus, allowing ourselves to get shot was double jeopardy."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, I knew the sniper's bullets could kill me, but that wasn't half as scary as losing you to the sniper's bullet. I'd come so close to losing you once I wanted to cancel the stand-in gig every two minutes. Gino the thought of losing you forever jabbed my heart and soul with a terror I've never known."
I nod. "OK, I can identify with that, because I was afraid I'd never see you again either. Our lives were in the hands of a pair of snipers." She leans over and kisses me.
"But what has that got to do with treating me like a bitch by fucking me?"
"Hard, rough sex is the only surefire release that's ever worked for me the few times I desperately needed it. A rescue or extraction that put me face to face with death created the driving need for a release through hard sex." She dries her eyes with the corner of the top satin sheet. "Maybe I need to punish you for scaring the shit out of me, or maybe I want to punish myself for losing those kids and Chuck, and almost losing Kammy. Plus all the pressure of holding and VP and President jobs, the terrorist threats, dealing with the earthquake situation, among other things.. Or maybe just ram it home in someone that cares how I feel and lets me expel all my venom to make way for the love it's blocking." She wipes the tears sneaking from her eyes and locks eye contact with me. "Gino, I'm so stressed I feel like I'll blow up."
I stare at her like she's not there. I don't comprehend this strange, abstract need of hers. "Danny, I promised you I'd try anything once, as long as you agreed that if I never wanted to repeat it, you'd respect that. Remember?"
She nods hopefully. "I'm counting on that."
I manage a forced smile. "So I've got a pounding to get through if I want to be the loving and caring man in your life-and I do." I swallow hard. "I guess this is the pegging I've read about. Isn't that usually associated with men poking each other in their poop shoots?"
She grins, finally. "Yes, but it refers more to women pegging men these days. Many a woman fantasizes about wearing a strap on and showing their men how they want them to fuck, and to see how it feels to drive the train." She notes the skeptical look in my eyes, and adds, "Besides, from what I've read and heard, a popular fantasy among men is for their wives or girlfriends to have a cock and for them to pretend to have a cunt. You know; a roll reversal."
I see no way around this. "Okay, Danny. I will keep my word. I promised I'd try anything once, and this seems important to you in more ways than you've expressed."
Her expression is all hope. The twinkle in her eyes and the deep dimples from the broad grin tells me I am right. Her need is deep. My need to avoid it is deep too, but she seems to "out need" me in this. No sense in fighting it if it'll help her cope. It can't do me any good. Oh, I SO, don't want to do this!
"Then you'll do it?"
I give in. "Yes, but please understand this is a major stretch for me. I'm miles outside my comfort zone. I am anxious and under duress, but love wins out. I want you to be happy. Go get your strap-on dong, or whatever it is you use. Have you had it for a long time?"
She blushes. "No. This one is for men. I bought it off the internet. It's a small one for first timers specifically designed to stimulate your prostate. That's yourย P-spot." She grins. "Never used it, sir. You're my first pussy with a cock."
"OK..."
She shrieks." and jumps off the bed and disappears into her walk-in closet. She comes out carrying a nylon carryall.
"Ready for kinky?"
"Ready, no. Reluctant but willing, yes." I wince at the thought. "Am I going to like this?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure I will. Let's find out how you like it." She giggles and sets her bag near the foot of the bed before coming to get me. "OK, big boy, on your feet."