Domme By Default

Chapter 16 Him

We had a lot of talks over the next week after her return. I began to understand her point of view. I thought she'd enjoy what we did because I thought all women dreamed of a guy slaving over them.

I didn't understand at all.

I thought I did.

But I started to.

I felt uncomfortable with that role at first, what she wanted and needed on occasion. I replayed my conversation with Tony on the phone, the things he'd told me that I resented and didn't understand then. How dare he try to tell me he knew my wife better than I did?

I realized he was right. Then it finally clicked home for me that I wanted to serve her in all ways. Serving her meant giving her what she needed, not just what I wanted to give her.

He'd called me a selfish sub, but had said it matter-of-factly as he explained it was a common newbie mistake in a relationship like ours.

At the time his words stung. If he'd been standing in front of me I would have decked the bastard.

He was right. This couldn't all be about me.

She needed me. She had tried so hard to do this for me and I never once asked her what I could do for her in this way. I was doing what I wanted to do, even though she benefitted from it.

I had never sat down and asked her what her needs were the way she'd sat down and tried to figure out and meet mine. She never asked for things for herself. Her focus was always on me.

Tony's words finally made sense.

If I wanted to really be a sub, I needed to serve my Mistress. That meant serving Her, not just playing a one-sided game for my benefit.

As that realization sank in, I knew I could do this for Her and still be Her sub. Mistress wanted me to do and be things for Her on occasion. I was serving Her needs by doing that.

Suddenly, I wanted to do it more than anything.

I planned.

The weekend after I helped her with the faucet, she ran out on Saturday afternoon to do errands. I watched her car pull out of the driveway, and when I knew she'd really gone I raced to the bedroom.

It felt wrong taking my collar off. She'd placed it around my neck the night before when I got home, our daily ritual that I craved. Because it was a Friday night I would normally wear it until Monday morning.

I put it on the dresser and put my day collar on my wrist, enjoyed the heavy feel of the ID bracelet. I was still her sub and hoped she didn't mind I needed this tangible sign of my role for her.

I knew what she'd like. I dressed, leaving my underwear off. I put on work slacks—khakis—and a button-up shirt. A tie.

I checked myself in the mirror and brushed my hair.

Slipped on my loafers. I could be leaving for work. I laid out an outfit for her to wear.

One I wanted her to wear.

She returned an hour later. She couldn't see me where I stood in the kitchen.

"Where are you?" she called out.

"Here."

She walked in and pulled up short, surprised by my appearance.

I took the grocery bags from her and kissed her, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before her.

"What's going on?" she asked.

I pulled her to me, kissing her hard. She resisted at first but I held on tighter. Then she relaxed against me as if something had given way inside her, giving herself to me.

"I'm giving you a break tonight," I said, gently holding her chin. "I want you to have a chance for some down time."

Her smile alone was worth this. "Thank you." Her eyes dropped to my wrist and she flicked the bracelet. "Down time?"

I shrugged. "Is it okay?"

She nodded. "It's okay."

I helped her put away the groceries. "I'm taking you out tonight," I said. "Okay?"

She nodded.

"Go get changed, baby. I left your clothes on the bed. It's what I want you to wear."

She grinned and raced out of the kitchen.

My cock throbbed and I fought the urge to follow her and fuck her right then.

I could get used to this.

I took her to one of our favorite restaurants. When the waitress appeared to take our order I immediately ordered for my wife without asking her, knowing what she liked. Her playful smile stirred my cock again. Maybe we wouldn't make the movie after all.

It was a good dinner. We talked, laughed, enjoyed each other's company.

When we finished and the waitress brought the check, I immediately reached for it, pulling my wallet out, calculating the tip, not even showing my wife the bill.

She sat back and smiled.

I still opened doors for her, because as far as I was concerned it's what good husbands do. I bought our movie tickets without asking if she wanted to see what I'd picked. I paid for the popcorn and soda and led her by the hand to the seats I wanted.

As the lights dimmed and the opening previews rolled, she leaned into my side and one hand dropped to my lap. My cock throbbed inside my pants and I grabbed her hand, gently squeezed it.

"Not here," I whispered. "I'll come in my pants."

She laced her fingers through mine and snuggled tightly against me. "Later?"

I nuzzled her temple and whispered in her ear, "If you're a good girl."

There was no mistaking her low, hungry moan. I knew if I slipped my hand inside her panties I'd find her soaking wet.

My heart raced. Part of me wanted to drag her out of there right then and fuck her in the back seat of the car. My mind whirled. I'd waffled about part of my plan, not sure if I had the balls to do it.

Now, I knew I did. For her.

After the movie, I firmly clasped her hand in mine and led her to the car. I'd parked far out in the lot, the passenger door facing away from the building. I set a slow, leisurely pace. By the time we reached the car, traffic from our movie crowd had thinned considerably.

And the lot was dark.

I gripped her right hand as I helped her in, then stopped her from swinging her legs inside the car. "Put your purse down," I ordered.

She set it on the floor and looked up at me, not speaking.

I'd turned off the dome light. The area was dark. Our car sat alone in a pool of inky blackness in the parking lot.

"Unzip me," I commanded.

She swallowed hard, but did.

"Suck me, baby."

She nearly took my knees out from under me, she went down so hard and deep on me. I firmly gripped the back of her head and groaned, trying not to shoot my load down her throat that fast.

I kept an eye out, no one around.

My wife always knew how to give me a great blow job, but tonight's was beyond compare. She eagerly worked her lips and tongue down my shaft. I fisted my hands in her hair and fucked my hips against her face.

"Get ready," I gasped.

She moaned as I came, swallowing every drop. I had to lean against the car for support because my legs were shaking.

I had to make her let go, she didn't want to stop sucking me and I'd already started getting hard again.

Patting the top of her head, I said, "That was very good, baby. Good girl. Zip me up so I can take you home."

She carefully tucked me away and looked up at me with eager eyes and a gorgeous smile.

I leaned in and kissed her. "That was fucking fantastic. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" Her voice sounded breathless, eager.

She'd be jumping me as soon as we walked in the door, I suspected. The question was, did I have enough willpower to finish the game I'd started for her?

When we got home she tried to squirm against me in the foyer and I carefully untangled her, firmly gripped her wrists.

"Go get in bed and wait for me," I softly commanded.

"Naked."

She ran to do it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forced myself not to race her to the bedroom.

Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay naked in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.

"Like this?" she asked.

I leaned against the doorjamb. "Almost." I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.

"Almost?"

"You won't look right until I've got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby."

Her whole body flushed and she moaned, squirming.

I pulled my tie free and sat at the end of the bed. "Touch yourself for me."

She froze. This was one thing she'd never done, that I'd never asked. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to watch you finger yourself." I waited her out. I wanted to see her do this. If she flat out refused I wouldn't force her, but it certainly would lead to more talks as to why she didn't want to.

She closed her eyes as her right hand slowly moved toward her mound. "No," I said. "I want you to look at me."

She froze again. Again, I waited her out. She finally opened her eyes and took a deep breath while my cock throbbed in my pants. This was something I'd never had the nerve to ask before.

One finger, then two slipped between her legs. It took her a couple of minutes before her body overrode her emotions and she really started getting into it.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Get yourself good and wet for me."

Her soft, mewling reply made me harder than I ever thought possible.

I stood, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "I want you to come for me before I finish undressing. If you're a good girl and do what I say, I'll go down on you and suck your clit."

She gasped, her hand speeding up between her legs.

Fuck that was hot!

And why had I not wanted to take charge for her before?

That would be because I'm a fucking moron, apparently.

I smiled and slowly slid my shirt off, dropped it in the hamper. "I'm going to take my tongue and fuck your sweet pussy with it," I said, enjoying the game.

Her responding gasp made my cock throb again.

Fuck.

I leaned over and propped my arms on the bed, "I'm going to slip a couple of fingers into that wet cunt while I lick your clit, baby. Would you like that?"

A slight sheen of sweat covered her body and she eagerly nodded, her eyes never leaving me. I reached out and stroked her chin. "Then you'd better come for me. Otherwise, I'm going to tie you up and leave you tied up all night long so you can't reach your pussy and I'm going to fuck you and not let you come until tomorrow morning."

She moaned, nearly frantic, her fingers buried between her legs. Damn I wanted to jump down there and help her!

I leaned in closer, my mouth inches from her ear. "After you come for me, I'm going to flip you onto your knees and fuck you from behind, and I'm going to play with your clit while I do. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She cried out and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I struggled not to touch her as she came. I wanted to give this to her.

As she lay there catching her breath I quickly shed the rest of my clothes and rolled her over, pulling her to her knees and sinking my cock into her.

Dammit she was hot! She moaned, fucking her hips against me.

I reached around her and found her clit. I knew she'd still be sensitive so I carefully rolled it in my fingers, drawing another moan from her.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice hoarse from the strain of holding back.

"Fuck me!"

I took a few hard strokes. "Like that?" I slowed down, pulling almost all the way out and slowly sliding balls-deep again. "Or like that?"

She moaned, wiggling her ass against me. "However you want to fuck me."

I stopped. "That's not what I asked. I asked you how you want it. I want an answer or I won't fuck you, baby."

Her whole body vibrated. "Fuck me. Hard."

I grabbed her hips and did just that, knowing I wouldn't last long as horny as I was. Then I had an idea.

When I pulled out she groaned in complaint. I rolled over onto my back and grabbed her, pulling her on top of me.

"Ride my cock."

She knelt over me and eagerly impaled herself. I took her hand and placed it over her clit. "Now make yourself come again, baby. I want to feel you come for me."

It was easier for her this time. I let her close her eyes and the feel of her muscles contracting around me was indescribably wonderful. I stroked her thighs and whispered encouragement to her.

"Tell me when you're coming," I growled.

She nodded, her hair hanging in her face. From the way she gasped for breath I knew she was close. Then I felt it.

About the same time she cried out that she was coming, I felt her muscles squeezing me in a way I'd never felt before. I knew she couldn't come from just fucking, she never had, so I always tried to get her off first.

There was something indescribable about the feel of her milking my cock like that.

I grabbed her hips and thrust, hard, coming with her. Then I pulled her down to my chest as she cried. I stroked her back, brushing my fingertips up and down her spine.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked, almost fearing the answer.

She nodded, but didn't raise her head. "Real good." She sniffled.

"Why are you crying?"

She shook her head. "I don't know. But it's not bad."

"If you're sure."

"Yeah." She lifted her head, a gentle smile on her face.

"I'm sure."

I rolled her over and worked my way down her body, settling between her legs. "You earned a reward." I didn't know if I could get her off again. I'd damn sure try. It took a little while, but I finally made her come a third time. Then I crawled back up the bed and pulled her tightly against me, kissing her.

"I love you."

She snuggled in my arms. "I love you too. Thank you."

"Is this what you wanted?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Did I do good?"

"You did great." She was already falling asleep. When I knew she wouldn't wake up, I carefully got out of bed and in the dark I found my collar on the dresser. I buckled it around my neck, locked it, and carefully removed my day collar.

Trying not to disturb her, I slipped into bed next to her, wrapped my arms around her and drifted to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning she was staring at me with a playful smile on her face.

"Did Mistress have a good night last night?"

She grinned and kissed me, hard. "When did you put your collar back on?"

"After you fell asleep."

She kissed me again, rolling over on top of me. I stiffened in response and offered no resistance when she fucked me.

This time I used my thumb on her clit, stroking her. "You were so beautiful, baby," I said. Her eyes crinkled in amusement and I caught myself. "Mistress was very beautiful last night."

She laughed and fell forward, hugging me. "You're too much."

"Did you really have fun?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I liked that you surprised me like that." She ran her fingers through my hair. "You don't need to be formal with me all the time either, you know. We can just talk even if you're collared. Just be together."

"Can I still call you Mistress?"

"At home."

I nodded. "Okay." I could live with that. "There's times I really want to be formal though."

"Let's just change it up sometimes. Mix it up. If you really need a play night, you tell me."

"That's fair," I agreed. "What about when you need a play night? Do you want to tell me, or should I just surprise you on occasion?"

"I'll tell you. But honestly? I liked it when you surprised me like that."

"How about I try to surprise you at least one night a week?

Is that okay?"

Dammit, I love her smile. "It doesn't have to be every week. Maybe a couple of times a month, at least. I know there's nights you really need to play. And just because you're my sub doesn't mean you can't be top every so often."

I rolled over on top of her and took a few long, hard strokes. "Like that?"

She eagerly nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

I could live with that.

I could live like that.