Bondage Anniversary (2 page)

Section five had a lot of the same categories as ‘Discipline’. What was the difference? Force? Intensity? She looked back at that section and had some distinct second thoughts. Why had she used a pen? If she crossed out half of her ‘want to try’ what would that say about her? She knew the exact smirk he’d get on his face. Nope, she would face the consequences of her choices rather than give him the satisfaction.

The next section was intriguing. Create a playroom? Live the D/s lifestyle twenty-four seven? Abandon vanilla completely?
Yikes
. How could she make a decision like that without first experimenting? Fantasy and reality rarely had much in common. Surely, they would revisit the list after a trial period. Maybe she should have filled out the list with only this weekend in mind…

Laura laughed. Submission was supposed to be freeing. Obviously, she sucked at it. She felt like she’d slipped out of her seat on a rollercoaster and was barely holding onto the back of the car as it flew around the track.

A text notification alert sounded.

You’ll find another copy of the list in the safe, in case you’re having second thoughts.

A dumb grin was plastered on her face. He knew her so well.

Thank you, Sir.

She responded. She had assumed his distraction of late had concerned his meeting this morning. Now she suspected it was something entirely different. And she loved it.

The text message alert tone sounded again.

Keep both copies. I want to know what your thought process has been and what you finally decide on.

Of course he would. Damn, he sounded just like the Doms she’d read about. No, he wouldn’t allow her to get away with anything. Her panties were soaked. Should she masturbate? No, the anticipation felt good.

* * * *

Hot damn!
Nick had been pacing in his office since he’d arrived. Finally, he sank into his chair and spun around to gaze out of the glass wall overlooking downtown. Damn, he’d been nervous. Laura was so strong. Hell, he’d heard more than one associate whisper her nickname ‘Ball breaker’ in fear. She had grown into such a confident, poised woman. Marrying her had been the smartest move he’d ever made. Reading her tablet had to be the second.

He’d been interested in D/s for as long as he could remember, but he hadn’t thought it was her thing. The few times he’d swatted her ass, she’d looked mad enough to spit fire. Had he read her wrong? Maybe. More likely she’d thought that was how she
should
respond. Yeah, that felt right.

He couldn’t wait to get a look at her list. He’d been hard as a rock compiling it. Judging by the books she read, their interests seemed similar, but she had a few ménage stories. He wasn’t into that. He’d noted those were always part of a book series, not stand-alone stories. No sense worrying. He’d know more once he read her responses.

Nick had reserved the honeymoon suite at the swanky hotel where Laura had wanted to spend their wedding night. Back then, they hadn’t had two dimes to rub together. High school sweethearts scraping together college tuition, books and rent didn’t have three hundred dollars to blow on one night in a hotel. Twenty-two years later, it was nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars a night and he’d booked it for three nights.

Damn, time was crawling. Work had been his refuge for so long. How many years had he escaped to his office in a desperate attempt to keep the peace at home? He couldn’t be in bed with Laura and not want to make love to her. Laura, however, refused spontaneous intimacy. And frankly he didn’t handle rejection well. They’d spent so many mornings arguing, it had become part of the normal routine. Unable to live like that, he’d started going to work before she woke up. His office had become his quiet retreat.

Now he watched the clock like a man obsessed as he waited to pick her up. Excitement and anxiety rode him in alternating waves. This weekend had such potential. Funny how one word—potential—could encompass many things. D/s could potentially bring them together and save their marriage. On the flip side, it could push them further apart and destroy it once and for all. The link binding them together was tenuous at best. They had history together, two great kids, but their sex life was virtually G-rated. In reality, they were living separate lives under the same roof. With Laura growing ever more distant, Nick felt completely unnecessary. He couldn’t continue following that path.

Grabbing his keys he realized
he
was now in the driver’s seat of their relationship, no longer a helpless passenger hanging on for dear life. Given the opportunity, Laura micro-managed everything in her life. Like an idiot, Nick had gone along with it. He’d mistakenly assumed it was what she needed. Now he saw what a horrible error he’d made. Laura needed a balance in her life and to achieve that, he had to take the reins. And he was more than ready. Taking the stairs two at a time, he stood a little taller. No fucking way would he fail her again.

Normally, Laura would have been at least fifteen minutes late. Not this time. Her bag was packed and she was waiting for him. If he’d known D/s play had this side benefit, he would have brought it up years ago.

At the hotel, he allowed the bellhop to load their suitcases on the cart, but he kept hold of his gym bag. It contained many recent purchases and helped block the view of his rather conspicuous hard-on. They rode the elevator in silence. Laura had been very quiet since he’d picked her up at four sharp.

As soon as they were alone in the room, he put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on one of the double doors and turned the lock. He hadn’t said a word about BDSM or his plans for the weekend. He’d let it remain the elephant in the room. From his extensive research, he knew anticipation was a powerful tool.

He took a deliberately long look at his wife. She was nervous and trying to hide it. He kept his face blank. His many years in the courtroom had schooled him well.

Laura’s hands were behind her back, out of view. By the slight movement of her upper arms, he knew she was wringing her fingers.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” she mumbled, and headed for the smaller bathroom off the living room.

He stepped in front of her, blocking her exit. “Raise your skirt first.” He kept his tone low, demanding, yet casual, a simple expectation he would be obeyed. Laura was a master at reading inflections. She discerned subtle nuances. He needed to stay focused.

She kept her head tilted downward, but her eyes were watching him. He knew the wheels were spinning in that brilliant mind of hers. Yes, she recognized his command for what it was. A test. A gauntlet thrown down in challenge.

Would she accept his dominance? Showing him the evidence of her arousal—and he hoped to hell she was aroused—would be a huge step for her. One she wouldn’t take comfortably. He waited, watching her fidget. Refusing to repeat his command, he raised one eyebrow. A silent sign of displeasure.

Her hands shook as she lifted her skirt. Pride swelled in his heart as she revealed her bare pussy. Nick’s breathing labored as he focused on her glistening upper thighs. She was exquisite, her white garter belt a sweet contrast to her tanned body. He couldn’t wait to see those sexy straps stretched over her ass.

Nick smiled. He hadn’t touched her…yet. Anticipation was a marvelous tool. It was good to know she responded to it so beautifully. It was certainly killing him.

An emotion chased across Laura’s face too fast to discern. Frustration? She stomped her foot. Her high heel clacked against the expensive marble floor. Was she sorry she’d followed his orders?

“What are you thinking, Laura?” Nick watched her expressions close down. “D/s requires open communication. Your Dom asked you a direct question. Not answering or evading the question isn’t acceptable.”

Laura squared her shoulders and he knew he was in for a fight. If they took two steps back for every one forward, they weren’t going to get very far.

She met his gaze with a hint of defiance. “I was thinking I’m making this too easy for you. You know you’re driving me crazy.” She stood a little straighter. “I should have raised the skirt more slowly, seductively. Maybe turned around and given you a peek at my butt.” She paused. “You seem to like my butt,” her voice softened as if she were seeking reassurance. After a fortifying breath she continued, “It isn’t fair I’m the only one dying here.”

Nick struggled to keep his expression blank. Laura had just shocked the hell out of him. She wasn’t the only one wet and uncomfortable. Pre-cum wet his leg with each throb she sent through his cock. Her frank honesty surprised him. It also twisted his heart into knots.

He took a moment to harness his runaway emotions. Laura needed a strong Dom, one she couldn’t push around. One capable of meeting her needs.

“You aren’t in this alone, Laura.” A small smile touched her face and she softened. Slowly, the armor melted away. It was so erotic to watch.

“Spread your legs.” He used that same calm, yet demanding tone. Laura responded much quicker this time. His stomach started to settle as she placed her feet shoulder width apart. With his shoe he applied gentle pressure on her right high heel. “Farther.”

He cupped her crotch, keeping her on edge. Blushing like a schoolgirl, Laura closed her eyes and dropped her head. Nick was shocked at her instinctively submissive gesture. Reveling in the feel of her pussy damp against his palm, he stroked her swollen, moist lips. No doubt about it, his beloved wife, bitch of the boardroom and proud of it, was deeply aroused by submitting to him.
Fuck!
That was hot.

With a finger from his left hand, he lifted her chin and waited until she found the nerve to open her eyes. “No, Angel. No hiding.” Slowly he trailed two fingers over her clitoris, pleased as she rocked forward, desperate for his touch. Later, he would restrict her movements. Keep her aware of her body and aware of his control.

While she watched, he used his tongue to lap the cream from his palm. “You’re delectable. Your Master is pleased with your arousal.”

Her pupils dilated. She seemed to have trigger words that heightened her excitement. He’d have to pay careful attention until he learnt them all. “Embarrassment has no place between us, my beautiful subbie. Look at my cock. See the effect you have over me? It’s straining against my fly. We’d better hope Armani uses quality zippers or I may need a tailor.” He was rewarded with a shy smile.

He pulled his list from his suit jacket. “Put this in your suitcase and bring me your final list. I need to check a few things before we head to dinner.”

Her face was so expressive when she was with him. She wore a stoic mask with others. Only with him did she allow her thoughts to show. He knew she wanted to protest. Undoubtedly, her sense of fairness was affronted by making her wait to analyze his list.

Her struggle to keep from arguing pleased him. It showed her commitment to keeping the boundaries of their D/s relationship rigid. She was smart, though, she’d eventually figure out his reasoning. He needed her comfortable in the knowledge that the choices on his list were his own, not influenced by a desire to match hers.

Again her head dropped submissively, signaling he’d won yet another power struggle. With a barely audible sigh, she acknowledged his order. “Yes, Sir.”

Fuck!
The lilt she put in those two words sent his cock twitching. He might not survive this weekend. Damn, what a way to go, though.

Once he had her list, he stepped aside and allowed her to enter the restroom. Quickly, he scanned her final choices. He couldn’t wait to put her lists side by side. He imagined the mental handstands she’d gone through making her decisions. It must have been pure torture for Laura to decide which punishments she would agree to. He suspected there were several cross-outs on the original list. Breathing a sigh of relief, he found ménage and swapping were on the ‘not interested’ list while spanking and vaginal vibrating eggs were on the ‘want to try’ list.

After a sharp knock on the bathroom door, Nick burst in without waiting for an invitation. “Enough primping and second guessing. Come out here.” God it felt good to be in command. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the side of the bed. “Lie down, legs apart, ass and feet on the edge.”

Once she was in place, he grabbed her by the feet, lifted and gave her ass a stinging swat. “When you’re given an order, you answer with ‘yes, Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir,” she responded quickly. Her butt cheeks were a tantalizing pink. His warning heated her ass, but showed no signs of actually hurting. He brought her legs back down and she repositioned them on the edge of the bed. Bending down, he lifted his brand new gym bag onto the bed beside her. He pulled out a small case and a tube of lube.

“I’m not sure we need the lube, but we’ll use a bit. I don’t want you sore. Not yet anyway. We have a long weekend ahead of us.” Opening the case, he let her see two oval eggs and a remote control.

“Looks like you’ve done a bit of shopping, Sir.”

Nick watched her speculate as to what else he had in the nearly full bag. “Yes, I have been busy lately. John has taken to spying. He doesn’t like being out of the loop. It’s pretty funny really. I overheard him talking to Stephanie, his wife. He thinks I’m either having an affair or I’m getting ready to fire him.” Laura would not be comfortable with anyone knowing about their sexual activities. He wanted to alleviate any unnecessary concerns.

They both chuckled. “I hope he isn’t sending out résumés. You’d be lost without him, Sir.”

Their eyes met as he inserted the two eggs. “Okay?” He smiled once she nodded. “No, John is good at his job. He’s the best personal assistant I’ve ever had, but if he left tomorrow I’d find another. You, on the other hand, are irreplaceable. You, I would be lost without.” He watched her eyes widen in surprise, making him realize how long it’d been since he’d spoken from the heart. Nick vowed to change that in the future. After he wiped his hand on a towel he’d brought with them, he helped her off the bed.

“Oh, they moved.” She took a few steps and smiled as they settled into place. “They’re heavier than I expected.”