The Anniversary Gift (Re-Connections) (4 page)

Up on his feet again, I hear him hit himself
, probably testing the amount of pain he would be giving out. I remember that this is new to him too and realize for the first time that his inexperience could get me hurt.

“Trust me,” I remember him saying and I decide that yes, I will.
Seconds later, I’m stung by the flogger, as my bottom takes the impact.

“Yes,” I
cry out as the pain/pleasure threshold is crossed. Again, he lays down the floggers to my skin, stinging me but bringing such pleasure. Again, the sting rakes across me, this time followed by his tongue. He lifts my hips until I’m on my knees, ass sticking up in the air. He pushes my head down and holds it, as he lashes my behind once more.

I hear the flogger drop, and his
hands caressing my behind are covered with one of the oils I had purchased. As he massages my ass, his strong hands move up my back, working the knotted muscles growing stiff from being cuffed.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

“No, I need you to fuck me … hard. I need you inside me … now.”

He groans at my answer.
“Not yet,” he breathes, and then kisses my neck and traces a path down my spine. He flips me over and takes advantage of my breasts as I’m once again on my back.

He suckles my breasts and then begins a downward descent over my
stomach to the pale material of my thong. He nestles his nose there, nuzzling me, rubbing my clitoris through the cloth. I spread my legs to give him greater access, loving this amazing feeling as it surges through my body. He takes advantage and pushes the material to the side. Lowering his mouth to me, he sucks, creating a vacuum and the feeling is pure pleasure. With the pressure intact, he plunges his tongue inside of me, and I feel the flick of it swirling around. I throw my head back, as my belly contracts deeply and a charge of electricity spirals down through my legs. He breaks away, but then immediately begins to lash me with his tongue, as if he was licking an ice cream cone and enjoying every single lick. He sucks on my lips, the lips down … there and takes one side into his mouth, sucking firmly. Oh yes…the feelings overwhelm me. He takes in the other side, sucking the lips of my pus … my puss … into his mouth. I can’t say the word, just thinking of that word makes me blush and then I grin inwardly. A word can make me blush while what this man is doing to me only leaves me writhing in erotic delight.

I push my hips up, grinding myself into his face.
I desperately want my hands to be unbound, so that I can grab his hair and force him into me harder. Harder … I want it hard and I wonder if it is possible to die from wanting.

He
rises up and one hand runs up my leg, up my thigh and to my clitoris. The thumb swirls and whirls around that nub as two fingers enter me hard. He slams them in and out of me, and my hips buck up in pleasure/pain. He is pounding inside of me, and I feel a climax build and scream loudly as it bursts forth out of my being.

His hand stills and begins to enter me softly, stroking me and stilling me as I continue to shake from my orgasm.
He lowers his tongue and then moans as he begins tasting the wetness of my release.

“
Mmmm,” I hear him murmur, as he continues to lick me and then bite the insides of my thighs. I’m surprised it is possible for me to react, but react I do with a loud moan as his teeth sink into me.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says and I feel him move up my body and enter me with one fluid motion.
His lips find mine and I taste the salty sweetness of … me … on his tongue. He begins to move in and out, slowly at first, to the same rhythm of his tongue. Then faster, deeper, harder … again and again and again … until I feel that build up inside me waiting to explode.

“Kate,” he moans
, as he slams into me one final time, and I groan out a deep moan as my release combines with his. He stills, and his weight drops onto me as he nuzzles his face into my neck.

“I love you,” he says breathlessly.

“I love you too,” I return.
After a few moments, he releases me from my bondage and I’m wrapped in his arms, being held so tightly. My eyes close, and I drift away with my nose being tickled by the hair of his chest. I love this man, and I feel blessed that I have demonstrated the courage to hold on to him in this way.

As I enter the slow darkness of sleep, I pr
omise him and myself to show this courage more and more.

T-Minus Seven Days to Anniversary…

It’s Friday afternoon, and my mind is on the weekend, thinking of what else I can do to spice things up. I’m feeling at a loss. Seriously, we’ve done the bondage thing, the sensual thing, the blow job in the car thing. What’s left? I’m groaning with my inability to be sensual—aka: boring—when my phone rings and it’s Renee on the line.

“Hi, I’m so glad you called
.” I smile warmly into the phone.

“Tantric sex,” she blurts out
. “You’ve got to try it. It is amazing.” She draws out those last three words. It … Is … Amazing.

Of course I’ve heard of
Tantra, but only in a vague and “it’s for people who practice yoga” way.

“You can borrow my book and DVD, I’ll bring it over later,” she says and hangs up abruptly.

I’m still staring at my phone, with the realization that my prayers have been answered. Tantric Sex Saturday. Perfect! Now, I just need to figure out what it is, what to do and I’ll be set.

Two hours later, I get a “The package has been delivered, get home first” message from Renee.
I feel myself grow moist as I think about what that package is and what it could mean for my marriage. I pour myself into my work, willing the clock to tick faster and hoping extreme busyness will create a light speed effect on time.

It worked!
I find myself speed walking to my car, excited to get home and discover what the fuss is all about. As I pull into my driveway, I see it! A red whore bag on my front porch!

Holy hell
, Renee! I grab the bag and bolt through the door, clucking at myself for being such a prude.

The cover of the book is sensual, really sensual, with a naked man and woman entwined together in a way that is sexual, but not.
I gaze at the pair, the passion in their faces and what appears to be ecstasy in their eyes.

Could
Ethan and I be like that, I wonder, as nagging doubt enters my brain.

Will he even be willing to try this?
To explore with me a whole new world of sexuality? I try to imagine Renee’s husband twisting and turning into these positions. The thought makes me laugh, and then pause. If a manly man like Dale can do this, why not Ethan too?

“
He will,
” assured my Inner Goddess.

“
You’re going to look ridiculous
,” snarls the Bitch in My Head.

Only one way to find out
. I pop the DVD into the player and sit down to open the book.

An hour later, I’m panting and out of breath after watching the
couple explore each other so intimately. It is beautiful, and sensual, and erotic, and kind. Yes, kind. The couple show a kindness to each other through their love making. The pleasure is there, but also a mutual respect and love for the other. Or else they were very good actors!

I’m startled as I hear the front door knob rattle
, and I panic.  In my haste to turn off the TV and stash the book under the sofa, I knock two pillows to the floor.  I snatch them up and am attempting a very poor rendition of a “kicked back and lounging” pose when Ethan walks into the room.

“Hi,” he says, eying me curiously.

“Hi,” I return, still going for a “yeah, I’m casual” look.

He walks over to me, leaning down for a kiss and I feel myself stir inside with need.
The video has me very worked up, and I pull him down on top of me, just needing his weight to press me down. I deepen the kiss and wrap my legs around him. “I need you,” I whisper in his ear.

“I need you too,” he replies and thrusts his hips into my center, grinding into me through our clothes.
“Now, hard,” he continues as he pushes up my blouse, seeking my breasts through my bra.

“Yes, hard,” I agree and these two words light a fire in him as he stands to take off his clothes.
Mr. Hyde is back, and I shiver involuntarily with delight.

I need this.
I want this. I need him. I want him. Inside of me. Now.

I unbutton and then begin to push down my slacks
.

“
Don’t move,” he says and stops my hands.

Mr. Hyde settles down between my legs, mouth on my crotch, gnawing at me through my pants.
I feel his teeth grazing through the material and the pressure and force of his mouth are almost, but not quite, painful.

Oh
yes. My head rolls back onto the cushions of the couch. His hands reach up and begin to pull my pants and panties down and then his tongue is back before they even reach my ankles. I try to kick them off, so that I can open my legs wider, to the invading tongue and mouth that is driving me insane.

“Don’t move,” he commands
, and I stop wiggling, doing as he says.

The lashing of his tongue is brutal, hard, forceful and yet exquisite in the feelings it is bringing out in me.
Two fingers creep up and then inside of me, pounding into me with a force that is delicious in its intensity.

Oh yes, my body needs this, the soft exploration of
Tantra can come later. I need this, the hard pounding of fucking, the animalistic rawness of need. I feel myself begin to come and like an animal myself, groan out my pleasure.

Before my trembling legs can recover, he rips my pants off completely and is on me, pushing inside of me, looking down into my face with the dark look of Mr. Hyde.
He slams into me, and I feel him hit my very core. The feeling is delicious and my hips move up to meet his thrust.

He pulls out slowly and then slams into me again.
Over and over he does this, slow to pull out, and then slamming inside, brutally taking my body over his length. I feel the build up again, and he speeds up his rhythm.

“
Don’t you dare come,” he growls in my ear.

Suddenly, he rips himself out of me, and is between my legs again, tonguing me, fingering me, hard and fast.
How can I not come? How do I stop it? I can’t. I orgasm explosively into his mouth.

Standing, he grabs my hair and pulls me up to a sitting position, forcing his erection into my mouth.
Holding my head, he moves into and out of my open lips, and I’m sucking hard, still reeling from the intensity of my release.

Too fast.

I thought I wanted it fast, thought I wanted it hard, but I’m finding I can’t keep up.
My body is still shaking, my mouth is full of him, it is too much, too fast and I hang on to him for dear life. He pulls out of me and pushes me back into the cushions, staring down at me with intensity.

“You came,” he says at me
. “I told you not to. What shall I do to you?”

M
y eyes widen, and I’m not sure what to say. “I’m sorry.”

Kneeling, he lowers his head and nuzzles his face into my belly, then lower, until his tongue finds me once again.

“Don’t c
ome,” he says again as his tongue flicks over my clitoris and then runs down the length of my sex. On its way back up, it slips back inside. In and out, he tongues me. In and out. I close my eyes. In and out, the familiar build up begins, and I concentrate on controlling my response. It seems the harder I try to not think of what is happening between my legs, the more insistent the awareness becomes.

“Stop, please,” I moan and his tongue only presses inside of me deeper.
“I’m going to come,” I whisper. His response is to insert his fingers into me while his tongue finds my throbbing nub. I shatter, it can’t be helped, and nothing can stop what is happening inside of my body. The pleasure of my release is mixed with the fear of breaking the rules. I don’t yet know this man, am uncertain of him and a thrill of apprehension runs up my spine as he sits back on his heels and then begins to stand up.

“You came again,” he admonishes,
his eyes like blue steel. “I think you should be punished, but you have to choose your punishment.”

My eyes widen to the point where I’m sure I look like a bug.
Punishment? Oh no. I begin to panic, completely unsure what those options would be. Then I remember my spanking from before, the pain mixed with pleasure and my fear begins to calm.

“Spank me,” I say quietly, barely able to breathe.

“My pleasure, Get up on your hands and knees.”

Slowly I turn over, raising my bottom up in the air and wait for the sting of his palm.
And wait … and wait. Finally I glance up to see my sweet husband with his hands covering his face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he breathed, with a l
ook of mortification. He sits down on the chair, leaning forward into his hands.

I quickly go to him and crawl into his lap, pulling his head against my neck.

“It’s ok, it was exciting. I like you as Mr. Hyde.”

“Mr. Hyde?”
He looks at me, puzzled, and I smile and giggle a bit.

“I like you as you too,” I assure
him. “Mr. Hyde is a great deal of fun.”

We sit this way for a long while, and I drink in the tenderness we feel for each other. In the nearly ten years of our marriage, I don’t remember us being this close
, this intimate and I feel tears prick at my eyes. Why did it take a crisis for us to connect this deeply?

“I was going to hurt you, not like before in the bedroom.
I was going to hit you hard. I was so angry that you defied me even when I knew you couldn’t control your reaction. Thank god I stopped. You would have hated me.”

“I chose the punishment
, Ethan. I turned over willingly. You didn’t hit a defenseless woman, you were going to do to me what I wanted you to do.”

We stare at each other and I grin
. “In the moment,” I say again with a laugh, stressing each of the words.  “You don’t have free rein to rule me and boss me around.”

He grins back.

“Feed me, woman.”

We both laugh
, and he hugs me close. As I stand up, he slaps my bottom, making me jump. Then he stands up and wraps his arms around me again as we walk into the kitchen.

Later that night, Ethan makes sweet, passionate, slow and sexy love to
me; whispering love words in my ear and kissing me with such gentleness that tears come to my eyes.

We sleep wrapped up in each other that night, limbs entwined and face to face.