We tried to keep our lives the same. Kevin was a secret we never discussed. Well, that's not completely true. Kevin taught Joan to love and trust her body. I've benefited from those lessons. She wears sexier clothes, not just to work but everywhere. I get great sex whenever I want it which is pretty often because, hell, it seems like I have a hard-on all the time. Joan wants to fuck all the time and on a few occasions, I've found myself having to refuse her. Me refusing her for sex would have been an unthinkable possibility just a few months ago.
I made it a habit to check Joan's correspondence every night. Those emails were a direct conduit into her life as Kevin's possession. We both knew what I was doing. There's no doubt of that. Every night as I closed my computer but, before leaving my office I always opened my browser and checked out Joan's email. It's the account that Kevin set up for her. We've never talked about it. But even so, on these occasions Joan never intruded or interrupted me. The independent, self determined Joan that I married couldn't talk about the debauchery of her submissive alter ego. I think it would have shattered her dual life.
Kevin must have created the email account to exert his control over Joan. I suppose I'm to blame because I started it when I wrote the first letter. That was the one tagged from her work email account. In it I pleaded for him to take me and make me 'yours'. I signed it Mrs King. But, since then, by forcing her to write these summaries he was forcing her to confess. Each letter was a damning testimony he could use against her. I can only assume that he forced her to write them, why else would she do it?
Here is what the first email said in Joan's own words.
"I couldn't sleep so instead of staring at the ceiling and listening to my husband's breathing, I got up and left for work. The horizon was just turning pink when I pulled into the parking lot. The dark hallways were lit only by the security lights at the ends and one set of fluorescent bulbs in the middle. As soon as I got to my classroom I started grading Wednesday's pop quiz.
I had my head down so I'm not sure exactly when Kevin came into the room. With an uncharacteristic aura of confidence he smiled at me. The smile seemed to get wider with each easy step he made.
It's funny how I remember that moment. I can remember only him; his quiet footsteps, the dark color of his jeans, the brightness of his white shirt and the smoothness of his cheeks. I can't remember if it was cold or if the sun was up and coming through the windows. I don't know if there was any noise or voices in the hallway. I think the intercom was silent.
Suddenly he was standing next to my desk, towering over me, making me feel small and defenseless. In one swift movement he bent over and kissed me. He smelled of myrrh and tasted faintly of cinnamon. He lightly sucked my bottom lip and gently tugged on it as he ended the kiss and stood up. My skin was on fire. All I could hear was rushing wind. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't get enough oxygen into my lungs. His kiss replaced my volition with febrile dreams of servitude and oneness. I'd do anything he asked just to have his lips on me again, to feel his heat; to breathe his breath and smell his essence.
I don't know how I managed it, but when he stood up I said "Kevin, the door is still open."
"Well go close it then Mrs King." He said stepping away from my chair.
"Thank you Kevin." I replied
Suddenly he stepped in front of me. His smile evaporated as he reached for my arm. His firm grip lasted only a couple of seconds but in that time he kissed me deeply. I melted into his strength. For an instant I was no more than water in a huge ocean. I knew then, at that moment, what my life was for, but then he suddenly released me. On wobbly legs I went to the door; peered out into the hallway and pulled it shut.
Just as I was turning the key, Kevin spun me around, and pressed his body hard against mine. His big arms and wide chest engulfed me like a sudden darkness. Oh God he is so strong! We kissed and he slowly made his way down to the back of my neck. His passion melted me. I wanted, needed him right then no later and no less than completely.
I can't remember how we got away from the door but I found myself standing, facing the wall, pressed against it with Kevin's muscles and musky strength behind me.
He pulled up my skirt and cradled my ass in his big hands. Just when I pushed it back he started to knead my cheeks. God, it felt so good. Kevin was breathing hard; his big warm hands easily massaged my naked flesh. Not wearing panties was really turning him on. I guess it should have, I did it only for him.
I heard his pants fall to the ground. His hands pushed down my arms and held my wrists away from my body.
"Do you want me to fuck you Mrs King?" He said in a low dark voice.
"Yes." I said without a thought.
Then everything changed.
All at once, he planted my palms onto the wall, grabbed my hips and pulled my bare ass into his groin. He stepped back and I jutted my ass up for him and he was inside me. His brutal thrust nearly lifted me off my feet. His black cock is such a beautiful thing; so long and thick. I was so wet and ready that with only one thrust he was fully ensconced in me; then he slowly pumped that wondrous thing back and forth..I could feel every millimeter invading my body.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked again. His voice had a wicked edge. Answering him this time was an affirmation of my submission. He would know what I've known since I met him. I wanted more than that. I wanted him to do more than take pleasure from me. I needed so much more, but I couldn't form the words. I was stuck between losing myself to this feeling and following his commands.
"Yes." I finally pleaded.
His harsh thrusting stopped and he seemed content to feel my body. I relaxed and melted into him. if not for his hardness behind me and the cold wall in front; I would have collapsed onto the floor. He felt firm but pliant like a man full of confidence and vigor. Then, just as my hand slipped from his grasp and traveled down his arm to his shoulder, his torso, his back and finally to his butt. He suddenly grabbed my hand and put it back where it had been on the wall. He then thrust his hips upward and leaned heavily into me. I couldn't move and he kept pushing upward, stretching me out.
"Yes, what?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yes, Mister Wilson. Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard."
For an eternity Kevin did just that. I climaxed so many times that the ecstasy of one barely crested as the next crashed over me. My words were an organic extension of what Kevin was evoking in me.
"Oh God, fuck me, make me yours, yours, yours, yours, yours. I'll do whatever you say. I'll fuck you whenever you want. Please take me. I just want to please you. "
