Asking For It

Even though she knows he's coming, that he texted her in the cab on the way over, she still jumps when he knocks at the door. Her mouth is dry, but that's about the only thing.

She's been thinking about this night for weeks. Every time she has had sex with her husband she has been thinking about it. Every time she has patiently felt her husband's hand on her nipple, tapping out his pleas, she has been thinking of it. Every time she has felt his arm snake around her shoulder, pulling her back to his side of the bed, she has been thinking of it. Every time he has crawled on top of her, slowly, deliberately, working off his own private fantasy on her body, she has been thinking of it.

What has she been thinking of?

Of being bent over, taken from behind, mercilessly fucked, no foreplay, no words, no darling, no have you cum or is this ok or are you in the mood....

She thinks she's going to get it with her new Dom tonight and she does, at first. But the problem is she is greedy. She wants more. In fact, she wants it over and over again. But she's forgotten how this works. She asks for it. Course she does, she's used to asking for what she wants. She knows she's made a mistake when she sees the frown line deepen between his eyes and hears his voice turn deep,stern and perhaps just a little bit savage.

She knows that means she's not going to get it now.

But she's not disappointed, especially when he does bend her over, no foreplay, no words, no darling, no are you in the mood...just the harsh sound of his hand slapping hard against her bare flesh. Mercilessly.