I wanted to whine, but from years of experience I knew whining would do me absolutely no good whatsoever. He slapped the same spot and I bit the inside of my cheek. Nothing to do but to be honest. I felt so empty and I needed him inside me in the worst way.
“It was something else,” I said, though it sounded more like a whine than I intended.
He stilled his hand, but it didn’t bring the relief I thought it would. Mostly because he kept it cupped between my legs.
“Tell me,” he said, while doing something with his fingers that almost filled me, but not quite.
I wiggled my ass a bit to see if it would help or if he would move just a tiny little bit.
“Stop,” he said.
Truthfully, I could have told him to go jump in the lake because I wasn’t wearing his collar, and he couldn’t tell me what to do. But there would be no fun for either of us in that scenario. I’d long ago accepted the fact I was a sexual submissive and there was nothing wrong with me if at times I wanted my husband to exert his dominance.
I stilled my body.
He shifted position. It wasn’t until I felt the tip of him barely touching where I needed him that he spoke. “Could this have been what made you so wet?” His voice was low and rough, telling me he was just as needy as I was.
“Yes,” I said, a moan than an actual word. My hands instinctively tried to grasp something, but found nothing on the slick shower bench.
I expected him to continue his teasing, and wasn’t prepared for him to thrust all the way inside me with one powerful move.
“Fuck!” I dropped my head as he bottomed out, bracing myself the best way I could for what I knew would follow. He didn’t disappoint, taking my hips tight in his hands to hold me in place as he began a pounding rhythm.
I would have thought it impossible for me to become more aroused, but I would have been wrong. Having Nathaniel take and use me for his own pleasure always turned me on. Not only when I wore his collar, but even when I didn’t. Maybe especially when I didn’t, because I rarely expected him to do so.
“I think maybe I should just keep fucking you this way and only worry about getting myself off,” he said, not slowing down one bit. “That would allow us to finish quicker, allowing time to go see about getting you some of that cheese you want. What do you think?”
What I thought was how truly unfair it was he still had the ability to talk in complete sentences. I’d have told him as much if it’d been possible for me to talk in complete sentences. I could not, and proved the fact when I tried to answer and all I got out was something sounding like, “Nahhhh.”
“What was that again?” he asked.
I came close to telling him he was mean, but I knew he could easily get himself off doing nothing more than what he was currently doing, while at the same time leaving me high and dry. Needing both of my hands to keep balance, I couldn’t even reach down and take care of the problem myself.
More than likely, though, seeing as how I hadn’t been able to say even, “No,” less than a minute ago, it was highly unlikely I’d be able to say anything soundly remotely coherent.
I grunted in frustration.
Behind me, he chuckled and changed his angle. His next thrust made me see stars, and I almost wept with thanks when he dropped a hand from my hip and circled my clit.
“No need to fret.” His words didn’t sound as forceful as they had moments before, and his breathing boarded on panting. Obviously, no longer as calm, cool, or collected as he’d been moments before. “I won’t deny you today.”
He’d worked me into such a frenzy up to that point, it only took a few passes of his fingers before my release crashed over me with the force of a tidal wave. Nathaniel didn’t last long, either, following behind me seconds later.
“Oh, my God,” I said, when I’d caught my breath, and he’d helped me up from the bench. “That was totally unexpected.”
Though our sex life had always been regular and satisfying, it’d been a long time since he’d taken me so unexpectedly. I was starting to feel his insistence of a week in Switzerland with only the two of us, might be one of the best ideas he’d ever had.
“In a good way, I hope,” he said, lathering up his hands, and helping me to shower.
I returned the favor, taking the soap from him and washing his chest. “You naked in a shower could never be anything but the best thing ever.”
“That’s good to know,” he said. “The truth is, though, I hadn’t planned on doing that today.”
I wrinkled my brow trying to understand what he was saying. “When you say that, do you mean sex in the shower, or sex period?”
“I didn’t plan on anything physical until we talked.”
“Talked about what?”
He dropped his hands. “About your reluctance in wanting to come with me for this week.”
I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him it wasn’t reluctance, and that even if it had been, it had nothing to do with him, but he held up his hand.
“We’re not going to discuss it right now,” he said.
“Why not?”
“Because when we talk, I don’t want it to be when we’re naked and wet.”
His reply sounded so crazy, it took me a second to realize those had actually been the words he said. But before I could ask him what the hell he meant by them, he answered for me.
“It’s much easier to take you over my knee and spank your ass when we’re both dry,” he said.
4
Nathaniel
She looked up at me with wide eyes, and I bit my tongue. I wasn’t sure what the surprised look was for. It had been much too long since I’d taken her over my knee or even spanked her, but I wouldn’t have thought she’d looked so surprised to hear the mention of it.
I turned off the shower and handed her a towel, calculating the entire time. “What’s the surprised look for?” I asked, and then stepped out to towel off, acting as if it was just an offhanded question.
Abby began drying herself, but stayed in the shower. That was normal, though. She said she stayed warmer for longer that way. When she emerged, mostly dry, she’d schooled her expression, no longer looking surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
Obviously. “Say what?”
“That you wanted to talk while we had clothes on because it’d be easier to take me over your knee dry and not wet.” She’d tried to speak as nonchalantly as I’d done, but wasn’t able to pull it off. “You haven’t spanked me in so long.” She paused for a second. “It’s not like I thought you’d forgotten how or anything….”
I couldn’t hold back a snort. “I suppose that’s good to know.”
Her eyes danced. “It was more of a happy surprise. When you said it, something inside of me remembered you spanking me. Again, not that I’d forgotten. It was like you were reminding me and I realized how much I enjoyed it.” She sighed. “I’m not sure if that makes any sense, or if it sounds like I’m babbling.”
She wasn’t babbling, but that didn’t mean I understood what she’d just said. As if sensing my incomprehension, she tilted her head. “You don’t get what I was talking about?”