He awoke to the smell of fresh coffee. Beside him in the space his wife had been was a still warm spot and his mask he had worn to hide his identity. He chuckled to himself, thinking himself stupid for thinking he could hide that from her. The altered scent, the lighting, the mask All of them a weak attempt to rekindle a once passionate relationship. Work and time had taken their toll, and he did not want to lose her. Not ever.
From the kitchen he heard coffee being poured and mixed. She entered the room from the kitchen with a tray of coffee in her hands. Under the tray he noticed a shine. The shine of the connecting chains on the handcuffs he'd bought for this. He looked again at the mask beside him, the chains on her wrists. He had given up on the idea of finishing this for her, having ruined the surprise early.
Finally realizing inside himself, he looked into her eyes. He saw it there in her eyes then. That same pleading look of , " please, not yet? " was in her eyes now, as it was in his the night before. As she neared the bed, he reached for the mask, replacing it on his face and head. Coffee would be a trick, but one had to make allowances, really.
As she re-entered the bedroom of the suite he had obviously rented for a weekend, she noticed that look in his eyes. That look that told her he had given up as of last night. No!, please! He couldn't do that! She dropped her eyes for a moment, then raised them again as his eyes raised to her's. She glanced down to the bed as he picked up the mask to put it back on.
Her lips tingled, throbbing in fond recent memory of the previous day and night. Her nipples became aware of her every movement under the sheer bit of nothing she was able to find to wear. She felt completely used as a sex toy. Something she had always wanted, but feared to trust openly.
She knelt before the bed, offering up the coffee cups for him to choose. He chose the one she had made for him, blended as he always liked it.
"Join me on the bed toy. I would have you near me. Drink with me. "
She sat down comfortably on the bed beside her husband to enjoy a hot fresh cup of coffee in bed. One of her favorite times of day. He always was a morning riser. A nice way to start the day with a smile she thought. It always was. Until now.
"Stand up! " He shouted at her.
His sharp voice and harsh tone made her jump so much she almost spilled her coffee. She placed it on the table and stood. He held his up as well, obviously for her to take and place aside with her's. She took it and did so. He climbed out of bed and stood beside her, gazing intently into her eyes. They seemed to smolder with something she hadn't seen in those eyes in years, until just this weekend.
She felt the chain between her wrists tugged taut with a twist of the chain in a closed fist. He lifted her hands up high, turning her as he did, half a turn and slapped her hard on the buttocks. A whimper of shock and a titillating pang of good pain throbbed across her cheeks. He spun her back around easily and halted her still in front of him, again gazing intently into her eyes. That smolder was still there.
"The toy will sit and spread herself for me. I would watch you while i take my cup."
He climbed back into the bed and held out his hand for the coffee cup. That move was his downfall. That specific act was the seed of her plot to get back at him for this. She vowed vengeance upon him. She wasn't sure how, but she surely would. She offered him the cup like a good slave should, smiling deep within herself, she moved across the bed to spread her legs and loosen the slight cover she had on, baring herself to him.
The lust in his eyes made her tingle. The thick member between his legs showed her how much he was enjoying this.
