4 comments/ 47598 views/ 1 favorites Submissive Secrets Ch. 01 By: robyne_morgan Part I: Dinner at Stephen and Lindsey's I can't believe I'm doing this. This single thought accosted my mind as I knelt before him on the kitchen floor, waiting to be caught in the act. Holy shit! This is really happening. My hands started to shake uncontrollably and my skin began tingling as my fear swelled into a full-blown panic attack. I hadn't heard any movements from upstairs in what seemed like several minutes, and I tried to prepare myself for the inevitable. Stephen's wife, Lindsey, had been getting dinner ready and was now upstairs doing something. Stephen had come up behind me while I was getting a Coke from the refrigerator. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me against him as he kissed my neck. I tilted my head and allowed him to softly bite my shoulder. The now familiar sensation of excitement and fear crept through my body. He turned me around to face him. I looked up at him and smiled. He put his arms around me and kissed me passionately as I leaned back against the kitchen counter. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Get on your knees." I looked into his eyes for a moment, wondering if he was serious. This almost always meant oral sex, and Lindsey would certainly be back down any minute. There was simply no time! He looked irritated. "Get on your knees," he repeated. "Yes sir," I answered and slowly slid down to my knees with my back to the kitchen door. I put my hands behind my back and awaited his order. I watched curiously as Stephen took a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with salad from the large serving bowl on the counter, then turned back to me. "Hold out your hands." I brought my hands up to the bowl and held it there in front of my face. Stephen unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. "Close your eyes," he ordered. I closed my eyes and waited. Soon I heard him stroking his cock. Slow at first, then faster. The fear was welling up in me. His light moans were making it difficult to hear the sounds coming from upstairs, which at this point was the only thing keeping my fear under control. I concentrated on those sounds: footsteps, slight creaks, a thud from something being set down. Please hurry and cum, I thought, I can't take much more of this. My instinct to flee was being strongly challenged by my desire to submit. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint him by being a coward. But now the sounds from upstairs had stopped. I knelt there fighting the urge to open my eyes, listening for either his orgasm or Lindsey's screams. I love this shit! I thought, Isn't this the reason I'm in such a sleazy affair? Isn't this the reason I stopped taking Paxil--to feel the panic?. There is no other feeling on Earth like this! Finally I heard what I called his "point of no return" moan. I was very familiar with this particular moan as it usually meant I was two seconds away from getting a mouthful. After listening to him cum, I obediently sat awaiting his next order. "Now get up and take your salad to the table." He zipped up his pants and started washing his hands in the sink. As I got up from the floor and made my way into the dinning room, I looked down to see he had shot an enormous load on "my" salad. I suppose I should have been a little grossed out, and under any other circumstances I probably would have been. But as the realization of what Stephen had planned came into view, I couldn't help but get turned-on. Besides, I had gone down on him and swallowed several times before; this really wasn't any different, was it? It was several more minutes before Lindsey came downstairs and I started to feel a little more relaxed. It hadn't been quite as close as I had feared, but still pretty damn risky. After the table was set we all sat down to eat. I looked at my salad. It could pass for Italian dressing, I thought. But I knew Stephen's cum really didn't look anything like salad dressing at all, and I became more and more nervous. I always felt so guilty afterward, especially when I had to be around Lindsey--the woman that was supposed to be my friend. I was always terrified that my guilt would give me away. Anyone that has ever experienced this awkward situation knows what I'm talking about. But sitting at the dinner table with her husband's semen on my salad was too much. I sat and tried to eat--without much of an appetite--and with shaking hands. "Are you alright?" Lindsey asked. "Yeah sure, Why? "You just seem strange." She seemed genuinely concerned. "No, I'm fine, really. I'm just a little tired, that's all," lifting a fork full of cum-covered lettuce to my mouth. "I'm sure I'll feel better after I eat." As the familiar bitter-salty taste covered my tongue I suddenly became VERY aroused. I looked up and made eye contact with Stephen. His confident, yet playful expression said volumes and for the first time I realized just how brilliant he was. I took another big bite, closing my eyes as the flavor of our naughty excursion filled my mouth. My nerves were calming and my appetite was coming back as well. "Good?" Lindsey asked, seeing my obvious enjoyment. I cut my eyes up at her and smiled. "Mmmm Hmmm, It's delicious." Submissive Secrets Ch. 02 Part II - The Gas Station I sat studying the script under the interior light as the rain pelted relentlessly on the fogged-up windshield of my Honda. I looked up nervously as the headlights of a car pulled into the gas station and pulled up next to one of the pumps. A middle-aged woman got out and started pumping gas. The digital clock on the dashboard read 10:37; he was late. I went over the script again although it wasn't necessary--I knew it word for word. Stephen was very adamant about following his scripts verbatim, and I didn't want to disappoint him. I had forgotten my lines only once, and the punishment was more than enough to ensure I would remember them from then on. Besides, this one seemed fun; Stephen was brilliant when it came to writing role-play. I had gotten the e-mail at work that afternoon: Place: Conoco, Highway 41 & Willbrooke Dr. Time: 10:30 tonight Attire: white long-sleeved button-up blouse, plaid skirt (red), white cotton panties & bra, white knee socks, black shoes, ponytail, small black leather purse, gold loop earrings Persona: Jennifer, tenuous/shy, virgin This was followed by all the lines of dialogue for Jennifer and Ethan. I printed the e-mail and read it over several times that afternoon, working out the specifics of the personality for that night's character. Another set of headlights pulled in illuminating the interior of my car. I looked up, straining through the rain, and recognized Stephen's car. I laid the script on the passenger seat, grabbed my purse, and stepped out of the car and into the pouring rain. I walked briskly toward the rear of the store where Stephen was backing up next to the dumpster. I tapped on the driver's side window and stood hunched up with my purse over my head. The window slid down and Ethan looked up at me with interest. "Hi, can I help you with something?" "I hope so. It's really pouring out here, can I get in?" "Yeah sure, come around." I walked around and got in on the passenger side. It wasn't until I sat down in the dry car that I realized how soaked I was. "Thanks mister, I wasn't sure if anybody would help me out tonight." "No problem. But please, call me Ethan." "Okay Ethan; I'm Jennifer." I said and put my hands, palms together, between my legs and shrugged my shoulders as innocently as I could muster. "What the hell are you doing walking around in the rain this time of night?" "Uuhhgg," I groaned. "This is really embarrassing. I'm on my way to Greenville and I kind of ran out of gas." "What are you going to Greenville for?" "I live there. I've been staying with my boyfriend in Florida for the last week. He's a freshman at Florida State." "And you went out of town without any money?" "No." I answered, looking a little irritated. "I left with about a hundred and fifty bucks. I thought it would be enough to get me there and back. But now I'm in the middle of nowhere without any money or gas. I tried to call my dad but nobody's home, and I don't know how long I can wait out here." "Have you tried calling your boyfriend?" "Yeah, I talked to him about an hour ago but there's not much he can do. I gave him the number to the pay phone and he said he would call me back. But it's raining so hard I wouldn't be able to hear it ring if he did try to call. I just don't know what I'm going to do." My bottom lip started to tremble as I did a quite impressive near-crying voice. "Well, maybe I can help. How much money do you need?" "I don't know, maybe twenty dollars. I don't want you to think I'm trying to scam you or anything." I said perking up a little. "If you give me your address I promise I'll send you a check when I get home. I'm good for it I swear." "Yeah, I'm sure you're good for it, but I don't think that will be necessary." "What do you mean?" I asked, a little suspicious. "Well," he said, leaning over and putting his arm around my shoulder. "I think we can work out another arrangement." I pulled away from him with a look of shock and disgust. "Look, I'm not that kind of girl. I just wanted to borrow a little money until I can get back home, that's all. I told you I'll pay you back." "Yeah, and I said we could work out another arrangement." I sat with my purse clenched tight against my wet shirt for a few moments, and then looked over at him a little unsure. "Well, what do you mean?" I asked. "You're a cute young lady, I think a little work could earn you an easy fifty bucks." "What do you mean by 'a little work?'" He looked me up and down. Then with a mischievous smile said, "I'm sure you've given a blow job before." I got out, slammed the door shut, and walked in front of the car. I stood in the headlights with my back to him, clenching my purse tightly to my chest. After a full minute I was absolutely soaked. I turned around and slowly made my way back into his car. We both sat there in silence for about half a minute. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it. But I'm not sure how." "You've never given a blow job?" He asked. "No, I'm sorry." "That's fine, I'll teach you. All you have to do is suck on it until I cum." "In my mouth?" I asked, disgusted. "No way, you're not going to do it in my mouth. No fucking way. And I want more money too, like a hundred dollars." Ethan took out his wallet and counted out his cash. "Eighty-four bucks, this is all the cash I have." "Okay," I said, and sighed deeply. "You'll give me eighty-four dollars?" "That's right." "And you promise you won't do it in my mouth?" "You have my word. I'll let you know when I'm about to cum so you can take it out." I looked around the parking lot, then back at him. I snatched the money from his hand and put it in my purse. "Okay, show me what to do." He reached over and unbuttoned the top three buttons of my shirt. His hand slid in and gently rubbed the wet fabric of my bra. I began to shake from being wet and cold. Ethan leaned back and looked at me. "Take your shirt off." He said. I looked around again and pulled my shirt tail from my skirt, then, with shaking hands, slowly undid the remaining buttons and pulled it off. He sat looking at me for a moment. "Now your bra." I reached back, and after unhooking my wet bra, let it slide down my arms. He looked approvingly at my cold hard nipples. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. I watched him with a fascinated expression while he began to stroke it. He was quickly erect. "Alright." he said, "Sit facing me, kneeling on the seat." I did as I was told. "Good. Now lean down, and take it into your mouth." I leaned down and put my lips around the head of his cock. "Now start sucking it." "That's right." He moaned softly as I began moving my tongue up and down and sucking like a baby. "You're doing fine. Now slide up and down, taking it as far into your mouth as you can." I began bobbing up and down on his cock. He pulled his pants down a little farther and led my right hand to his balls. I cupped them and began a soft kneading motion. "Take it further into your mouth," he demanded. As I let the head slide into my throat I gagged and started to choke. "Use your hand then." He led my left hand to his cock. I gripped it firmly and stroked up and down in time with my bobbing head. Soon he was moaning and bucking his hips. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed down firmly. He started bucking hard, forcing his cock down my throat a little. When I tried to pull off of him he grunted and pressed violently down on my head. I tried yelling my lines at him to stop but with my mouth completely full of cock it was impossible to produce anything but muffled, inarticulate nonsense. However, he seemed to be enjoying my performance. I started beating on his legs with my fists. He wrapped my ponytail around his hand and used it to hold my head in position. He moaned loudly and my mouth suddenly filled with warm, salty fluid. Now it was time to temporarily step out of character. I knelt there with my hands palms down on his lap, dutifully and patiently accepting his load into my mouth. When his cock finally stopped pumping out semen and he released his grip on my head, I swallowed and sat up. "You son of a bitch!" I yelled. "You promised you wouldn't do that in my mouth!" "Sorry." He said, sarcastically. I slammed the door again and ran to my car. The rain was finally beginning to slow and a sharp pang of jealousy washed over me as I sat watching him drive away--home to his wife. "I love you," I whispered. ~ Submissive Secrets Ch. 03 Part III - The Grocery Store This particular story was written exactly as it happened. The place was absolutely repulsive. I sat there on the toilet, looking around at the maniacal scribbling and bathroom filth that I shouldn't even attempt to describe. "Yall like it poontang?" someone had inquired in permanent black ink. I remember thinking: If you're going to write something for others to read, shouldn't you at least have a working knowledge of the language? I sat hugging my knees and rocking gently when I heard the bathroom door open for the third time. A few seconds later the water was running while a man talked to himself. The faucet finally shut off and the cranking of the paper towel dispenser signaled his impending departure. Good lord, could this place possibly be any busier? Stephen had called me that afternoon and told me he and Lindsey were going grocery shopping, and to meet him in the men's bathroom at 2:45. I was to wear my black and mauve sun dress, flat black mary-janes, black banana clip, black lace bra and panties, and a black, pleated, polyester, garter-style scunci worn around my left wrist (yes, he was that specific). I parked at the other end of the parking lot and made my way down the walk, past a pizza place, a beauty salon, and a recently defunct travel agency. It was only 2:30 when I got to the store, but I wanted to be out of sight before Lindsey had a chance to see me. I walked casually past the bagels and cookies, then left toward the rear of the store. I stopped at an end-cap with 16-oz jars of salad olives for 89 cents. Damn, that's a really good price, I thought, then made my way to the double doors that led into the stockroom. The public bathrooms were also in the back. I looked around, hoping not to appear too suspicious, and pushed through the double doors. A woman coming out of the lady's room walked past me without looking up. I stood there for a little while, waiting to see if anyone was going to come out of the men's room. It appeared safe. I gathered all the courage I could muster, and after stealing a glance around the stockroom, walked into the men's bathroom. Miraculously, I was alone. I walked into the last stall, closed and locked the stall door, and hoped like hell nobody had seen me come in. I decided it was not a good idea for anyone to see my feet under the stall so I sat down on the toilet, pulled my knees up to my chest, and waited. When I heard the door open for the fourth time, I somehow knew it was Stephen. I heard his soft footsteps on the tile, then six taps: tap..tap..tap tap tap tap; It was him. I got up and unlocked the door. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I literally leapt into his arms. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. He laughed heartily and kissed me on the lips. I responded with vigor. I closed my eyes and kissed him passionately, pressing my lips against his as though I hadn't been kissed in years. I squeezed him tighter and became lost in his loving embrace. Stephen pinned me against the stall, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He unzipped his pants and I suddenly felt his rock-hard cock pressing against my sex. He pulled my panties aside and slid into me. He must have been as aroused as I was because I could really feel him. God, could I feel him! I pulled back and looked into his eyes. We stayed like that a moment, my sheath stretched to its limit. Our lips returned. I let out an involuntary squeal as he suddenly rammed into me. I lost all concept of time, pinned against that disgusting stall, being ravaged by the man I loved. I leaned my head back against the stall, closed my eyes and was sinking into a half-conscious state of ecstasy when the bathroom door opened. Startled, I became rigid and looked into Stephen's eyes. He must have seen my fear because he brushed my face with his fingers to calm me and whispered into my ear, "It's okay, just be quiet." My breathing was so loud and erratic he had to have heard me. The man started pissing into the urinal no more than three feet from where we were. I closed my eyes and waited. Stephen's lips met mine again in a soft sensual kiss. I let out a tiny whimper as he began a slow rhythm, in and out of me. Stephen slowly fucked me while our visitor finished pissing, flushed the urinal, and washed his hands. Before he left he gave an artificial, and insinuating cough that nearly made me giggle. When he was gone Stephen laid into me again. He put my ankles up over his shoulders, grabbed me by the waist, and drilled me against the stall. Then, almost horizontal, I put my hands above my head with my palms flat against the stall. A slight tingling began in my gut, and I moaned and cried out as my orgasm came on. I no longer gave a shit if the entire world could hear me. The tingling grew into a violent rush of contractions that pulsed through my lower body. He held me even tighter, and I trembled in his arms as he came inside me, calling out my name. I slid back down to Earth, straightened my dress, and stood looking up at Stephen, my hands behind my back, twisting back and forth like a school girl. "I'll call you later." He said, and gave me one last kiss. "Give me a few seconds. If I don't come back in, you'll know the coast is clear." He walked out and didn't return. I called to make small talk with Lindsey on the way home and made a mental note to buy olives while they were still on sale. Submissive Secrets Ch. 04 PART IV - HOME FROM WORK I was suddenly snapped out of a daydream by the sight of two squirrels chasing each other across my backyard. The digital clock on the microwave read 11:57 AM; I needed to hurry. I turned from the kitchen window and got to work. After filling the coffee pot with water, I ground some fresh beans, turned the coffee maker on, and started making Stephen's lunch. He had been singularly vague about the particulars of our day's events. His e-mail simply stated for me to call in sick, and have a turkey & swiss sandwich and black coffee ready for him at 12:30, wearing blue jeans, a white tank top, no belt, no shoes, no panties, no bra, and my hair back with two simple bobby pins. I did, however, know that Lindsey would be visiting her parents in Denver, which meant Stephen and I would have the whole weekend together. When I had wrapped his sandwich in foil, I stuck it in the refrigerator and ran upstairs. I couldn't decide between loose jeans or a sexier pair. Since I wasn't sure how acrobatic I would need to be I slipped into the loose ones. I briefly considered wearing the SLUT shirt that he had bought me. After all, it was a tank top. But I ultimately decided that if he had wanted me to wear the SLUT shirt he would have specifically requested it, so I went with the plain white. I brushed my hair and clipped it back with two bobby pins. After I had brushed my teeth, I smiled mischievously at my reflection in the mirror, and went back to the bedroom for one last item. Fortunately, I had finished getting ready and was waiting on the couch when I heard him pull up the driveway almost ten minutes early. I opened the door and met him on the stairs. I felt my heart skip a beat as he looked me up and down. His eyes narrowed into a scowl. "Come on in," I said, "Are you hungry?" He didn't answer. Stephen followed me into the house and sat on the couch. I brought his lunch out and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. "Can I get you anything else?" "No, that'll be all." I knelt down, put my hands behind my back, closed my eyes, and waited. After Stephen finished eating he sat in silence for a minute, then his voice startled me. "Robyne." He said, softly yet commanding. "Yes sir?" "Stand up." I stood up as strait as I could. "Now, open your eyes. What did I tell you to wear today?" His voice was calm, almost a whisper. I opened my eyes and looked down toward the floor. "Blue jeans, a white tank top, two bobby pins, no shoes, no belt, no panties, no bra." I answered. "And are you wearing an item of clothing that I specifically requested that you not wear?" Every syllable annunciated with cold precision. "Yes sir." "And what is that item of clothing?" "A belt." I was beginning to wish I hadn't worn it. Oh well, I thought, too late now. "Take it off and give it to me." I unbuckled the belt, pulled it through the loops of my jeans and handed it to Stephen. He took it and folded it in half. "Now pull down your pants, bend over, and place your palms on the coffee table." I unzipped my jeans, pushed them down to just above my knees, and bent over. I held that position for several minutes while Stephen drank his coffee. When he was finally done he placed his left palm on the small of my back. "Close your eyes," He ordered. I closed my eyes and waited...and waited. I was suddenly jolted forward as the sharp slapping of leather against skin announced the pain about to shoot through my body. "Uuuggghhh!" I cried out, and the belt came down on me again, "Uuuhhh! Ooowww!" The pain, that started out as a sharp sting, was becoming a deep dull pain. But the relentless spanking continued. "Uuuggghhh! Okay! Okay! Please stop. It hurts!" I cried out in vain. He struck me again and again over the course of several minutes--I have no idea how many times--probably more than a hundred. The pain had become unbearable. But I stayed put, and I took my punishment like a big girl. When he finally stopped I was in tears but incredibly aroused. "Now get on your knees." He commanded. Stephen dropped the belt and unbuttoned his pants as I returned to my position on the floor. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, turning my face up toward him, as he stroked his cock. I looked up at him with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Close your eyes." I did as I was told. "Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I stuck my tongue out and was immediately startled by a blast of cum striking me right between the eyes. Another stream pumped out onto my forehead, then another across my lips and tongue. Every half-second more cum shot onto my face. It dripped from my chin & ran down my neck. Stephen held me in position until he was finished with me. When Stephen let me go I slumped over with my chest against my legs and cried. After a few minutes he told me to stand up and get undressed. Tears and cum had dried on my face and I felt like I had been through hell. But I stood up, stepped out of my jeans, and pulled my shirt up over my head. Please fuck me! I thought, I love you! Stephen was immediately behind me. Before I knew what was happening, my wrists were cuffed behind my back. After being marched into the garage, I sat on the steps and watched him back his car up to the garage door and pop the trunk. Without a word he blindfolded me, picked me up, and laid me in the trunk. I rolled onto my side to keep the handcuffs from cutting into my back, and although I knew better, I spoke without permission. "Where are we going?" I asked. "I have to drive Lindsey to the airport." He said, and closed the trunk. Submissive Secrets Ch. 05 Part V - Friday Afternoon I have rewritten this story (yet again). It is more honest and I am much happier with it. The combination of utter darkness, the vibration from the road, and the gentle hum of the engine was hypnotizing. The pain from my punishment, however, was keeping me focused—effectively preventing my mind from wandering—I could think of nothing but Stephen and what he had given me. The stinging from the belt had settled into a warm, pleasant, throbbing in my butt and upper thighs. But the handcuffs were too tight and dug into my wrists with an ever increasing, and annoyingly sharp pain. I felt the onset of carpet burns on my arms and legs from sliding around at every stop and I was worried about the noise I was making. So by the time we stopped to pick up Lindsey, I had positioned my back against the rear of the trunk, while pushing against the front with my feet. This allowed me to remain steady and somewhat comfortable. I wondered if Lindsey would think it odd for Stephen to put the luggage into the back seat instead of the trunk. I imagined her getting suspicious and questioning him as to why she wasn't allowed to look inside. Perhaps he would say he was hiding a present from her. I wondered what they might be discussing: Was Stephen dropping clever little hints as to the contents of the trunk? How far would he take it? Would this be the day that our secret was finally revealed? I began imagining the humiliation of being discovered in such an ignominious state, and found, with some disdain, that I was becoming aroused. I shifted my body a little and began to wonder how much air I had as I rode captive down the interstate in darkness—naked and cuffed, defiled and humiliated—and tried to turn my mind away from Lindsey. I had invited the punishment and Stephen had been obliged to inflict it. I craved the feeling of power that he held over me, and on this particular occasion I received more than I bargained for. The belt had hurt, but the heart of my retribution had been what came after. Being forced to kneel before him while he came on my face—which should have felt mortally degrading—seemed oddly redeeming. What could possibly have been a more submissive act, more feminine, than allowing the man I loved to have his way with me like that? And I had sat up straight, and obediently taken everything he had to give. I sincerely loved him. Our relationship was certainly deviant, but it was uniquely ours. And even if I was nothing more than a reckless slut, and Stephen a narcissistic sociopath, I was his slut, and he was my fucked-up master. We belonged together: I was bound to him, as he was bound to me. As I rode along that afternoon, cuffed and locked in his trunk, I felt, not constrained, but held by him. I felt the warmth of love holding me tightly, and it felt good. I was beginning to doze off when the trunk lid finally opened and I was soothed by a wave of fresh air and a faint glimpse of sunlight around the edges of the blindfold. We had been on the road for quite a while and I was thankful that the ordeal was over. I suddenly felt Stephen's warm lips press against mine in a soft, sensual kiss. "How are you, sweetheart?" His voice was gentle. "I'm okay." I said, "Is my punishment over?" He stroked his fingers softly across my face. "Your punishment is over. We're home now; let's go inside." Stephen lifted me out of the trunk. I leaned my head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat while he carried me into the house and up the stairs. I felt as though I had proven myself worthy, and was being carried up out of the darkness. He took me into the bathroom, where he sat me on the edge of the bathtub and began running water. I felt a handful of warm water run down my ankle. "Is this hot enough?" He asked. "A little warmer please." I said, and heard the squeak of the knob being turned. When the tub was filled, Stephen removed the handcuffs and laid me gently down into the warm bubble bath. When he took the blindfold off I looked around startled. I wasn't in my bathroom; he had taken me to his house. Stephen bathed me and shampooed my hair while I told him about the rough ride to the airport. I described to him the way I had felt during and after the spanking, and about the pride I had felt after being so subservient during his other punishment. After the bath, Stephen dried my hair with a thick purple bath towel, and led me into the bedroom. The midday sun filtered through the white drapes creating a soft glow. He pulled back the covers of the bed for me and I jumped in and pulled the blankets up over my shoulders. "Hurry up, I'm freezing." I said, and smiled as I watched him undress. I pulled the covers back and opened my arms. Stephen filled them with a warm embrace.We kissed passionately and I could feel my face begin to flush as my hands wandered excitedly across his back. He's mine, I thought, He's all mine. His lips caressed my shoulder and his hand moved stealthily to my sex. I moaned and tilted my head, allowing him to kiss my neck. His lips went to my breasts and I felt my body begin to tingle. Lindsey smiled at me from a silver 4 x 6 frame on the bedside table. I turned away and ran my fingers through Stephen's hair as he kissed my stomach, his body moving slowly downward. I closed my eyes and a moan escaped my lips as his mouth began exploring my inner thigh. I wrapped my legs instinctively around his body as his lips arrived home. My fingers grabbed greedily at his hair and he kissed me, gently at first, then a warm sensual kiss that penetrated me and sent chills through my body. The tickling sensation made me want to pull away, but Stephen held me by the waist and drove deeper into me. I gave in. The tickling was becoming a deeper, intense sensation and I prayed that he wouldn't stop. I sighed deeply and opened my eyes to Lindsey's idiotic smile. I grabbed the frame and hurled it across the bedroom. Stephen never missed a beat; he was driving me wild. I closed my eyes and imagined our bed was in the middle of a huge cornfield; the late summer sun was beating down on us and a gentle breeze waved through the stalks. Large white clouds slowly drifted across a clear blue sky. We were completely and utterly alone. I imagined that a razor sharp blade was mounted just above my neck, and that if I tried to move, my throat would be slit. I grabbed hold of the bars of the headboard and began bucking my hips a little—careful not to move my head. My heart began to race and I felt a gentle vibration swelling up inside me. "Oh my God! Oh fuck yes! Here it comes. Uuuggghhh!" I cried out as my orgasm rocked through me. I pulled at the headboard with all my strength and Stephen managed to drive his tongue even deeper into me. I called out in a cry of ecstasy and watched as several frightened crows took flight. I began to pant. But before I could catch my breath, Stephen had lifted me up. He sat on the bed with his feet on the floor and put me on his lap. I guided him into me and wrapped my legs around his waist. He hugged me tightly. "I love you." He whispered. I attacked him with a kiss. Stephen put his arms under my legs, and with his hands under my butt, began lifting me up and down. His movements became ever more defined until at last he was slamming me onto him. I dug my fingernails into his back. "Please, fuck me!" I screamed, "Fuck me hard!" For the second time that day I got exactly what I asked for. Stephen stood up and pinned me against the wall, pounding into me as hard as he could. I tightened my legs around his waist and yelled for him to stop—that he was hurting me. But I wanted to make him happy and I didn't dare call "time out," and he continued to impale me. I threw my arms around his neck and shrieked while Stephen fucked me. I held his head tightly against my chest while he came inside me. I held onto him, shaking and whimpering. After a minute I loosened my grip and kissed his forehead. "I love you, too." I whispered. I awoke to the sound of running water. It was dark outside and the only light in the bedroom was coming from a bulb in the walk-in closet. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. The clock on the nightstand read 8:46 PM; I had been asleep for several hours. A dress had been laid out on the foot of the bed as well as a black pair of Versace pumps. I figured Stephen must have planned something for us, so I got up and started getting ready. I slipped into the dress—a beautiful, black Marc Jacobs strapless—it was Lindsey's. The shoes were a little loose, but not too bad. Stephen came out of the bathroom and winked at me. "I see you've finally gotten your lazy bones out of bed." "Well," I said, "I've had a busy day; a girl gets tired you know." He open Lindsey's jewelry box and took out a pair of her diamond earrings. "While you wear these," he said—putting them in my earlobes, "you're Lindsey. I will address you only as Lindsey, and you will answer only to Lindsey. Is that clear?" "Yes sir." I said and closed my eyes. I was hurt: Stephen and I were finally getting a chance to spend real time together and he wanted me to play his fucking wife. Didn't he get enough of her already? I didn't want to be Lindsey; but that's what Stephen wanted, and I couldn't bring myself to deny him anything.