Loading...As we pulled up to my house I enjoyed the fact that no bicycles were strewn on the driveway and no soccer goal stood on the lawn. Just my wife and I at home tonight, with no kids to interrupt and no reason to try and maintain any appearances. I had been looking forward to this for weeks. I got out of the car and turned to say goodnight to my neighbor from down the street.
“Thanks for the ride, Jim! My turn tomorrow…pick you up at seven?”
Jim nodded and I shut the door. We each considered it lucky to have someone from the same neighborhood working for the firm. Saved us a ton on gas, and traffic is a bit less irritating with someone to talk to on the ride. As Jim pulled away from the curb I turned towards the house.
My wife had warned me that with the kids off to summer camp she was going to try and get some painting done. I wondered how much she had finished as I turned my key in the lock and stepped inside.
The front hall was covered with a drop cloth. Abbie stood on the second step of a small foot ladder, roller in hand as she covered the white of the wall with the deep red she had chosen for the front entrance. She had a few drops of red on her shoulders and arms, as well as a pale yellow that let me know she had managed at least one coat on the kitchen. The paint struck a dramatic contrast against her tanned skin. She had chosen to protect her clothes, wearing only a bikini top and a pair of short shorts that she favored for working out at home. They were far too revealing for her to comfortably wear to the gym.
“Ryan! I didn’t hear the car. What do you think? See, I did the trim around the edges first and now I’ll use the roller for the big areas… and I finished the kitchen! Are you proud of me?”
As Abbie said this she put the roller back in the pan and picked up the brush she must have used on the trim. She wiggled it in front of her face like a fan, hiding her hazel eyes and laughing smile. It was cute, but that wasn’t what made me smile. The streak of red paint in the front of her wavy brown hair did that. Abbie had a habit of brushing her hair away from her face. At least once today, she had done it with red-dipped brush in hand.
I set my briefcase by the door and dropped my keys in the dish we kept on a little table for that purpose. I walked into the hall and looked at the area she had already painted, careful to avoid the open cans of red and yellow paint at my feet.
“It looks great. I was skeptical when you chose this color, but I have to say you were right. I think it will look wonderful.”
Abbie beamed at my words and stepped off the short ladder. “See baby, I told you to trust me. I know what I’m doing.” She leaned in to give me a proper homecoming hug.
I caught her wrist, stopping her a step away, then leaned in to give her a kiss that she eagerly returned. But when she tried to hug me, I held her at the distance.
“Hey! What’s the big idea, Mr. Man?” Annoyance crept into her voice.
I pulled her wrist up to show Abbie the brush full of red acrylic in her hand, the brush she had never put back down.
“This is the big idea, baby. No offense, my love, but this is an $800.00 suit, and red polka dots are not part of the design. Have you seen your hair?”
“No. Unlike some people, I’ve been working, not sitting in an office pushing papers. And it was hot today, too!” Rather than admit my point, Abbie’s voice still held the note of accusation it had adopted when I refused the first hug.
“Still is from where I’m standing…” As I said it I pushed her to arms length and admired the smooth curves the bikini revealed.
Abbie tried to hide the smile, but it snuck its way in from the corners of her mouth to steal across her face. “Chauvinist! Still, perhaps you can be forgiven …”
“Forgiven? For what? Because I don’t want a good suit to look like an Andy Warhol original?”
“For thinking the suit was more important then my hugs. I’m worth so much more than $800.00.”
“Are we talking hourly rate here?”
“Gawd! You bastard, I can’t believe you said that. You son of a bitch! I’ll get you for that, Rudolph.”
“Rudolph? Where the fuck did you pull the name Rudolph from?”
“From this!” Her brush darted out and left a trail of red paint down my nose before she backed away, laughing at her joke.
“Damn it, Abbie! You really are gonna get paint on me, I swear.” I pulled my coat off and examined it carefully. Luckily, the brush had not dripped. I turned and went through the archway into the dining room, where I laid my suit jacket safely over the back of a chair. “That wasn’t funny Abbie; you really could have ruined my suit, you know.”
I stalked back into the hall. Abbie had her back to me again and was painting an edge near the bottom of the stairs. Her ass stuck up in the air, encased in those tight shorts. The sight stopped me cold. Hearing my footsteps halt, she wiggled enticingly.
“Damn, you got an attitude on you today, girl!”
“Oh yeah? Well, I’ll tell you what you can do about it.”
“What’s that?”
Abbie stood and turned around. She didn’t say anything; just let the hand that was holding the brush run a line down from the words she had painted on her stomach. It made a red arrow pointing to her crotch. The hastily scrawled words “Eat me” crossed her abs where the brush had begun its short, enticing journey.
I walked over, took her hands in mine and leaned in to kiss her again, moving a hand to catch her chin and tilt her face up to gaze into my eyes. She looked at me defiantly for a moment, then closed her eyes. I closed mine also and leaned in to meet her lips with mine. Just as our lips touched she gave a sudden squeal and jumped into my arms. I caught her unconsciously, feeling her heels dig into my calves, the hard points of her nipples smashed against my chest as her body flattened against mine. Her body flattened….damn!
“Abbie, I fucking swear I love you, but still.” I pulled her back to arms length and settled her feet beneath her.
“What? Oh come on, I held the brush way out to the side. There’s no way it could get you.”
“The brush didn’t get me. You did.” I looked down at the red line running straight down my tie and the reversed letters of ‘Eat Me’ printed across my abs. I stared at them for a second, then made eye contact with her and slowly said, “Put the brush down. Now.”
Abbie leaned over and put it down on top of the drop cloth, by the open can. As soon as it was clear, I snatched her into my arms and threw her across my shoulder. She screamed out, pleasantly surprised by my actions. I took the stairs quickly, two at a time, despite having her thrown over my shoulder. I turned down the hall into our room and then literally threw her to the bed. She laughed at my enthusiasm as she slid her knees beneath her and sat on her heels on top of the comforter.
I walked over and stood above her, drinking in the sight before reaching down behind her neck. She smiled and moved her head to one side to I pulled at the light blue string and watched the knot unravel; the flowered light blue fabric stayed up briefly and then gravity began its work. As the top fell away, I drank in the sight of her pink nipples topping her lean breasts, until I was jarred from my fantasy world by the apprehensive gasp that emerged from her.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry honey… your slacks. I didn’t mean to…” Her hand flew to cover her mouth. I followed her gaze to look past my already smeared shirt and tie to the dark wool below.
“Damn it!”
The red had indeed migrated down, but it wasn’t as bad as the shirt. I was sure they could be saved. The shirt and tie? I glanced from the smears of red paint on the silk of the tie to the now smeared words on her belly and realized that this wasn’t her fault, but mine. I knew better. But the way she was looking at me, like a rebellious teenage girl caught with a pair of scissors and her new blue jeans, gave me an idea. The shirt and tie were already ruined. I intended to use that to my advantage.
I reached up to loosen the tie and pulled it down in a swift sure motion to hang loose in my hand.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished for that, you naughty thing.”
“Punished? What do you think you’re…” She gave a screech as I reached forward and calmly flipped her onto her stomach. I caught both her arms and pulled them behind her back, then wrapped the tie around her wrists and tightened a knot while she giggled and struggled half-heartedly.
“Honey, I don’t have time for this…I have a hallway to finish and…Owwww!”
The first slap on her ass came as a surprise, although it shouldn’t have. I’ve long since caught on to how she reacts to a spanking when in the right mood. I avoid playing that card too often. I don’t want it to lose its novel impact. When she looked up at me with that wicked gleam in her eye, nipples hard and the bikini top dangling beneath her breasts, I knew I had been right to play my trump.
I smacked her ass again. This time her reaction was more of a moan then a scream, even though the blow was harder. I let my hand rest for a moment where it had struck, then finger-walked up her back to the knot that was keeping the string bikini top dangling and untied it. Leaning over, I kissed my way up her spine, moved her soft brown hair out of the way and bit the back of her neck.
This provoked another moan, longer and lower in pitch, drawn out until it faded into silence. I let my hands travel down the sides of her body and scooted her so that she was lying face up on the bed, her knees bent over the edge, toes on the floor. Then I reached for her little shorts. I took the sides in hand and wiggled them off her hips; down the long tight legs that showed the dedication to her daily workout regimen. Abbie looked up at me, wearing a slightly puzzled expression.
“I thought the naughty girl was going to get a spanking?” Abbie said to me with a tone that was equal parts arousal and apprehension.
“She is,” I said softly, “But not when she’s expecting it. That kind of ruins the point.”
“No it doesn’t,” she replied to me. The mischievous look was back in full force now. “Of course, if you’re not man enough to give me one, there’s always the hallway to finish painting. Just get out of my way and…”
I didn’t let her finish the thought. Instead, I grabbed the shorts that were resting around her ankles and twisted them so I could hold her legs trapped with a single hand. Then I lifted up. As her ass came off the bedspread I gave it a far harder slap then the ones I had playfully administered before, hard enough that the imprint of my hand clearly stood out in red on the pale white of her cheek.
Abbie gasped loudly at the force of it. There was something more then pain in the tone of the gasp. I smacked her again and again I heard the small moan at the end of the sharp intake of breath. I quickly delivered a series of sharp blows. After the first couple, she quit even the token struggle she had been putting up and let her head fall back against the bed, giving herself to the sensation of my bare hand striking the soft flesh of her ass.
After a dozen or so blows I calmly brought her legs back down and slipped the shorts off. I went to my knees on the carpet and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. As I spread her legs gently, she began to struggle again. And whine. “No, I want you be aggressive. Play mean for me, you bastard! Take me and make me do what you want!”
“What I want is to lick that little cunt, so quit wiggling damn it!” As I said it I did something quite without thinking, something I had never done before. It was automatic, a carryover from the playfulness of the last few minutes. It was only as I saw my hand come down that I realized what I was doing, with no way to stop myself in time and no clue how she would react.
My open palm smacked down on her pussy with a loud slap and I braced myself for the shock and anger at my unthinking abuse of such a sensitive area. The reaction I received was quite different then expected.
Abbie’s back arched and her hips thrust upwards as the sting of my blow radiated outward from the point of impact. A moment later a low, guttural moan followed, emerging from a previously unknown depth in her libido. Encouraged, I pushed her thighs farther apart and followed up with another loud smack on her pussy.
Abbie kicked slightly but made no attempt to protest or close her legs. Again, I let my hand fall harshly on that most delicate of spots. This time I followed the blow face-first, sucking her flushed lips into my mouth and letting my tongue dart out to run up the wetness of her slit. The reaction was intense to say the least.
Her voice exploded out in an exuberant cry of pleasure, nearly a scream. She didn’t try to pull away from me; her hips left the bed and she tried to grind her pussy into my face. Teasingly, I kept my distance constant. I licked lightly around her lips and flicked the tip of my tongue across the hood that covered her clit, deliberately missing it by the narrowest of margins. My wife refilled her lungs with a sharp hiss that shook her shoulders.
Her pussy was saturated. The surprise spanking had obviously not been unwelcome. I lifted my head and smiled as I let my open hand fall again, the resulting smack louder and wetter. Abbie groaned as I leaned in and took the outer lips of her cunt between my teeth. They were full and moist. The juices of her arousal flooded her pussy as I suckled.
I increased the power of my suction, pulling her lips away from her body, acting as though I could suck them dry. I knew I couldn’t, but the effect the attempt was having on Abbie more than motivated me to continue. Again I pulled my face away from her. Her hips rose again as she tried to follow me, her hands still bound behind her in my silk tie.
I knew what she wanted, but I was nervous. Part of me was afraid that she would be angry with me later, that a woman who was so fiercely motivated about woman’s rights and spousal abuse would find what I was about to do abhorrent. The other part of me remembered times I had spanked her in the past, the way she teased me about how I didn’t hit hard enough. I wanted to ask her if this was really what she wanted. I wanted to make it safe for myself. I glanced up and looked at her face. Her eyes met mine, and I saw no regret there. There was a sparkle and a daring gleam, but no fear.
I slapped down on her cunt again. She was so wet that the smack of the impact filled the room with it’s sound. Abbie’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes rolled back. I spanked her again; three, four times in rapid succession. The only sound she made was a soft gasp. I leaned forward and sucked her clit into my mouth and her legs shot out beside me. I sucked as hard as I could and was rewarded by a sharply bitten off cry.
“Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god!”
I continued to pull at her cunt with the power of my throat, sucking her clit so hard I feared it would bruise her. A hickey in a place I had never given one. I let my hands travel under her ass, and I found her fingers there, reaching towards me from their bound position. I took her hands in mine and pulled as I sucked her pussy as hard as possible. The muscles in her legs began to quiver and her fingers curled in mine. I heard the deep-throated and yet high-pitched cry of her approaching orgasm and I feared to relent, not wanting to let it escape unrealized.
Then her hips were bucking and her thighs clamped down on my ears and I knew that she was already coming. I continued my attack through the first waves and then released her little knob, circling it with my tongue and running down through the wet folds to taste her before I stood. As she lay before me I slowly began to unbutton my shirt.
I peeled the shirt off and threw it on top of her panting, naked form. Her eyes fluttered and opened as it landed lightly on her belly. She looked up at me as I pulled my undershirt over my head, smiling as I balled it up and tossed it across the room.
I leaned over her and rubbed at the wet paint with the good linen of my ruined shirt. “Something funny, naughty girl?” I got much of it off, but only a good scrub in the shower was going to really get her clean, and I had no intention of delaying my pleasure that long.
I rolled sideways to sit next to her on the bed, reaching down to slip my shoes off and toss them towards the closet. My socks followed in flight. Abbie turned her head to watch them as they flew. Standing again, I slid the good wool of the slacks down and calmly walked them over to the closet.
I ached to touch her, but I also knew that the longer I denied her my attention the more she would desire it and the more turned on she would be. So I forced myself to proceed calmly. On the bed, Abbie was once more testing her bonds, glaring at me the whole time with something between amusement and a feral hunger. She wouldn’t get out of that tie until I helped her. Something I wasn’t ready to do just yet.
I pulled a suit hanger out and calmly hung the slacks on it, then put them up sideways so that the paint that was there wouldn’t smear any of the other clothes. As I did it, I caught site of a box on the shelf…a box I hadn’t opened in quite some time, maybe as long as six months. We didn’t play together with these anymore, not since the boys were much younger and less curious. Less likely to investigate a buzzing sound in the night. I smiled as another plan formulated in my mind. I turned around and smiled at Abbie.
“Oh, no. Bill, what are you thinking? You’ve got a grin bigger than Jack Nicholson at Sunglass Hut.”
I walked over to the open bathroom door and glanced inside. Yes, right where they had been left that morning. I scooped up the nail clippers and walked back to stand over my wife. Picking up the ruined shirt that still lay across her, I clipped a small cut in each shoulder. I worked my fingers into the fabric and ripped down, easily tearing the linen.
“You’ll see.” I repeated the process with the other sleeve. As Abbie stared up at me, I covered her eyes with one of them.
“Or perhaps I should say that you won’t see.” I stretched the sleeve as hard as I could. It just barely stretched enough to be tied behind her head.
“That’s not enough. I can still see where you are, just from the shadows.”
“It’s enough.”
Despite her bravado, I knew the most she could see through the heavy cotton linen was an indistinct form. Even that would have to be backlit for her to make any sense of the movement she could see. I went back to the closet to pull our old toy box off the shelf.
But when I lifted the lid, I was the one in for the surprise. Yes, our old things were there: a simple vibrator, the Kama Sutra products from Spencer’s. But nestled in with them were a purple butt plug and an almost full bottle of Astroglide. I lifted the purple plug. It had a little bit of give to it, a softness around the translucent core. I grabbed the lube as well and walked back to the side of the bed. Abbie had worked herself back into a sitting position. I ran the tip of the toy across her cheek and was rewarded with a knowing gasp. Not that I didn’t expect her to recognize the feel of it.
“Somebody’s been playing with new toys while I’m at work.”
“Yes.” Her voice was soft, almost whispered. She sounded embarrassed and more than a little apprehensive. It wasn’t the playthings in general that had her feeling this way. After all, she had called me at the office more than once when the boys were safely in school, teasing me by letting me hear as she fucked herself. It was this one toy in particular that was making her self-conscious.
“When did you buy this?”
“I ordered it online a few weeks ago.”
“Have you used it yet?”
She went bright red in the face. “Yes. A few times.”
“Were you ever planning to let me in on the secret?”
“I was…waiting for the right moment. I wanted to surprise you.”
“Mission accomplished. I thought you weren’t the biggest fan of anal. Isn’t that what you’ve always said, that you only enjoy it because you know I do?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s growing on me.”
“I guess we’ll find out.” Dropping the butt plug and lube, I reached down and took her in my arms, roughly flipping her onto her front. Her ass stood out from the end of the bed. The pink flush from her earlier spanking had faded. I ran my hand over the smooth flesh and she moaned appreciatively. I picked up the bottle of Astroglide and opened the cap. Abbie squirmed as I let a couple drops free to land on the soft skin and run down the crack of her tailbone. I brought it down closer, picked up the purple toy and squeezed a small amount on the tip, than let more fall on the espoused pucker of her anus, nestled in it’s little valley.
With my index finger I rubbed the lube around the rim of Abbie’s back porch. For a few moments I resisted the impulse to slip it in. It was a lost cause. I couldn’t hold back. I let a generous amount of the Astroglide fall to surround my finger and moisten her asshole, then slipped the finger in.
Abbie squirmed as I finger fucked her ass. But there was no pain in the movement, no fear. Her mouth hung slightly open and she made a few soft gasps and moans. Again, I felt that she seemed embarrassed by her own reaction. Probably not far from the truth. Raised Catholic, she had always shown more mental resistance to anal sex than nervousness about the much-discussed pain. She was clearly enjoying the feeling of my finger sliding inside, past the tight ring of muscle that pinched at it. I continued for a few moments more before pulling away and placing the rubbery tip of the plug at her back entrance.
The muscles in her shoulders tensed as I dribbled more of the lube on her ass and then pushed in with the toy. Her body resisted me. It was slow going at first. Her fingers reached for me as though to prevent this indignity, but my tie restrained them still and she could not reach that far back. Then she relaxed with a sigh and it slowly slid in. I kept pushing until the wide translucent base rested against her cheeks.
The sight of her lying facedown on the bed, hands tied behind her back, a blindfold wrapped around her head and the deep purple of the plug filling her ass wracked me with desire. I grabbed her ankles and roughly pulled her closer until her feet touched the floor and her ass and pussy were lifted off the bed. I got down on one knee to run my tongue once more in a circle around her clit, sucking it in for a moment. I released it, kissed her pussy and retreated to my feet. Abbie shuddered as my face left the gap between her thighs. She lifted up and back on her toes to try and maintain the contact, but I had something else in mind. I grasped her under her arms, lifted her off the bed and set her on her knees.
“Turn around.” I tried to keep my voice cold and measured, knowing I wasn’t entirely successful. She turned slowly, a pace necessitated because her bound arms robbed her of the main way to balance or guard against a fall. When she had made it one hundred eighty degrees to face me, I stepped forward and placed my semi-hard cock where it would rub on her cheek. “Open your mouth.”
She did. I took the back of her head in my hands and guided her to the tip of my cock. Her tongue flicked out and touched the head and she sighed, then stuck her tongue out in search again. I made it easy for her and pulled her forward. Her warm mouth swallowed up the head and the first couple of inches. She closed her lips around me and literally sucked for a moment, her cheeks collapsing inward. I felt the pull and my pulse raced. My entire awareness focused on her mouth and her lips and I could feel the blood inside me rushing to her. My cock got harder as the blood rushed in, pushing against the roof of her mouth, pushing her higher up on her knees.
My fingers tightened in her hair as I fought the urge to pull down. She felt them tense and her lips moved in what would have been a smile had her mouth not been full. Her tongue ran across the underside of me and again she applied the delicious suction. My entire world focused on her mouth, on the feel of her lips sliding across my skin as she moved her head from side to side. She moaned under her breath and the vibration from it traveled up my spine and raised goosebumps on my arms. The hard edge of her teeth pressed lightly against me for a moment.
She pulled back, her legs straightening and lifting her up. I had to consciously resist the desire to slam my hips forward and drive my cock back in her mouth, to fuck her face. My legs trembled with the effort of it and my frustration hummed in my throat, a noise of desire and power and barely achieved restraint.
Abbie pushed forward, recklessly taking my cock in deep. Without hands to help her balance, she was almost falling on it. I concentrated on her lips sliding across my skin and on the smooth silk of her mouth as her nose bumped lightly against me. She swallowed, and a ripple ran across my flesh. I forced open the fists my hands had curled into, running the whitened fingers through her hair. I was amazed I hadn’t torn it out in clumps in spasmic twitches, so tight I had been holding her hair.
She started to move. She pulled back and then slammed herself down hard. She began to bob, showing me no mercy. My cock bounced in and out of her throat and I moved my hands to her shoulders as the desire to grab her again neared compulsion levels. She gasped deep breaths, the rushing air cool against my saliva-wettened shaft. She allowed primal sounds to escape, expressions of need and even of what sounded like taste, a sound like you make over ice cream on a warm August afternoon.
I wondered if her eyes were closed beneath the blindfold or if she was glancing down to try and capture a glimpse of my cock in her mouth. The thought nearly drove me to the edge. I reached out and caught her head in my hands, stopping her. I didn’t want to come yet.
“No, Abbie. I have other plans. Don’t you want to be fucked, naughty girl?”
“Uh huh,” She said as she fought to catch her breath, “Oh god, yes. Please fuck me. Please.”
I lifted her off her knees is a single motion, the urgency of my need for her lending me strength. I threw her face down on the bed, her ass sticking up into the air. Grabbing her hips, I drove my cock into her pussy without a word. Abbie cried out as I entered, but in pain, pleasure or a mix of the two I could not tell. As I slammed into her, the plug in her ass rubbed against the top of my cock. I pulled back as far as I could without actually falling out of her pussy. As the thickest part of the butt plug crossed over my head she gasped. Before she could catch her breath I drove forward again, the force of my thrust pushing the mass of it up quickly and eliciting another cry from my wife and a whimper of mixed orgins. I smiled.
I began to set a pace, pulling back slowly and letting her body contract around me before slamming into her, my cock being pushed down against the spot behind her clit and then the invader in her asshole being forced out of the way as I continued in. It was slow enough to keep me from coming. The same could not be said for her.
I felt the telltale shake of her legs begin again and then a primal cry sprang from her throat and filled the room. I held her hips tight against me as the orgasm took her, my hands gripping so tight I feared that I would leave bruises from my fingers so dark as to match the purple of the toy in her asshole. Finally, her shaking began to subside and the muscles in her back that had been so tight while she came relaxed into a tired submission.
“My turn. But not in your pussy.”
“Wha…no. Baby, I’m not ready for that. I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can. And I’m going to.”
As I said it, I worked my fingers around the wide purple base of her new toy and pulled it free with a pop. A moan escaped Abbie. A moan that turned to a whine of anticipation and fear as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and positioned it at the opening of her ass. The toy I had just removed had stretched the tight little hole, but it was shrinking back to its normal size as I watched. I pushed forward before it could close and watched as my wife’s ass easily accepted the tip of my cock, until I reached a point where the strong ring of muscle that had resisted my fingers and the plug clamped down.
“Ryan, no… I’m not ready for this… I’m scared, Ryan.”
“Don’t be.”
I pushed forward hard and her well-lubed ass spread open. I felt the head of my cock pass through the tight ring of her sphincter muscle and felt it grab the shaft, behind the head. Abbie cried out once more as I passed this point and I continued slowly until I was buried to the hilt in her asshole.
“Oh fuck, Ryan. You’re in my ass. I feel you. It’s so… I feel so full. So full of your cock.”
“Yes.” I pulled back and listened as she whimpered. When I reached the point where the tight ring of muscle was again gripping around the head of my cock, I paused. I froze until the pace of her breathing slowed before pushing forward again. Methodically, I worked into a rhythm, guided by the half-grunts and moans of my wife. As she adjusted, I picked up my pace until she was moaning in a different tone.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Yes… but it’s not a bad thing. I can’t…oh god…I can’t tell you. I don’t know how to…oh fuck! Oh Ryan, oh my fucking god, oh god… fuck my ass, Ryan!”
“I’m going to fill your ass with my come, Abbie. Right now. Do you want that?”
“Oh yes, oh god yes…come in my ass. Fucking do it!”
The words sent me over the edge I had been holding back from at last. Unable to hold back anymore, I went up onto my toes as my entire world focused on the sensation of my come pulsing out from the tip of my cock and filling her asshole. I pushed as far in as I could and the sweet silent agony of an orgasm I had held back from for too long took over my rational mind. The animal of my release drove my fingernails into her hips and I found my teeth at her shoulder. Abbie’s head and shoulders tensed as I bit her and I sensed that she was coming yet again, although in a different, almost subliminal manner.
As the tension left me, I collapsed against her and the weight of my now limp body drove her into the bed. We lay there fro long minutes, trying to catch our breath, struggling to move; me against the loss of energy, her against the silk tie that still bound her hands behind her.
Eventually, I emerged from my stupor and reached down, pulling the knot loose and freeing her arms. She reached up and pulled away the makeshift blindfold, but stayed collapsed against the bed.
I struggled against my desire to remain there and regained my feet. I leaned over and lifted Abbie off the bed, setting her on her feet long enough to peel back the bedclothes. Then we both fell back into the bed in exhaustion.
“I should get up,” Abbie said, “I need to get something started for dinner.”
“Shhhh! No boys tonight. We don’t have to do a damn thing. We’ll run down to Mt. Etnas, get some Italian after we clean up. But first a nap. Then we’re gonna go in the shower and get this paint off you.”
“You don’t want to keep it as a reminder?” Her voice held a bit of good-natured tease.
“No. You still need to finish the hall?”
“Yes, it needs one more coat. I want to do the guest bedroom, too.”
“Okay, so we’ll get you all cleaned up tonight, love. Tomorrow, no top. After you paint the guest room, you paint yourself. Then I’ll come home and play art critic. Agreed?”
“You bet!”