Chapter 11
Thursday rolls around quickly in a week of just day-to-day normality.
No kids off school sick, work at the café is fun and fine, packing up the office is slow going but getting there.
It’s mundane at its finest but also perfect whilst everyone is happy and healthy.
I don’t wish for excitement because excitement comes to me and today is going to be anything but mundane and usual.
Today I’m not going to my office now my Clarendon morning shift has finished.
Today I’m going home to my husband for a couple of hours of adult playtime and that gives me a pep in my step.
I open my front door and put my handbag down. I climb the stairs in pursuit of my husband. When I get to his office and say hi, he turns his chair from facing his two desktop screens to look at me. Without so much as a hello back he says in a low voice, “Take off your clothes.”
His eyes are laser focused on my body as I comply obediently and begin to unbutton my work blouse.
James’ eyes follow my fingers as I unclasp each button, they move to my shoulders as I ease the fabric from my body and drop it to the floor.
The heat in his eyes makes my hands move to the back of my skirt faster and I unzip it before pulling it down and stepping out of it.
My body begins to tingle at the prospect of what’s coming, whatever James has planned for me, for us.
I unclasp my bra and feel the relief of my breasts dropping free.
The way he’s making me feel has me reaching up to my hard nipples and tugging on them.
“No touching unless I give you permission,” James snaps and I freeze in motion.
I lower my hands to my last remaining piece of clothing and tug down my thong, over my hips and bottom, passed my knees and I step out of them as they drop to the floor.
I stand perfectly still as James sits there, his eyes devouring my naked body.
“Come to me,” rasps James. I walk briskly to his seated position.
“Kneel in front of me.” I do as he asks and watch as he pulls out the box that holds my collar inside.
Taking it out, James fastens the collar to my neck.
I’ve missed my collar this week, I like the way it makes me feel in James’ full control and at his complete mercy.
James runs a hand to the side of my breast admiring the tattoo I have there, the one he made me get done, the rose with his name on it.
He lowers his head and sucks deeply on my nipple which forces an audible moan from my throat.
I want to touch myself; I want to give myself quick relief that is so easily there with just a few strokes of my clit but he instructed me to not touch myself.
Unlatching himself, James’ eyes move to my other breast, and he mutters, “I need to claim this one too, we need to go back and have you branded here,” he strokes down my left breast before leaning in and sucking the side of it deeply, harshly.
I know what he’s doing. He’s marking me in place of the missing branding.
When he’s finished and left a deep purple mark he straightens up and orders, “Lean back on your heels, I want to see your pussy, I want to see my brand.” I lean back, placing my hands on the floor and my butt on my heels.
James strokes the side of my pussy lips where his other branding is tattooed as if checking to make sure it’s still there.
“What job did you sign up for this week, Rosie?” he asks as he runs his thumb up my seam, stopping and pressing his thumb harder than usual on my clit. The sensitivity has me buckling forward.
“I got the needles job for tomorrow—I thought I told y—” He cuts me off.
“I don’t remember giving you permission for some kinky bastard to use what is mine as a pin cushion.”
“I—”
“I haven’t finished talking, Wife.” I abruptly close my mouth as James’ fierce eyes look into mine and he pinches my clit jolting me again.
“I don’t mind you applying for jobs and attending them. But as my submissive, I expect you to ask me for my permission, do you understand?”
The authority in his tone should make me annoyed and angry with him but it has the complete opposite effect. I can feel liquid heat building in my pussy as my heart rate picks up a notch. “I’m sorry, I should have asked you.”
“Should have asked you, Sir.”
“I should have asked you, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
“Good girl.” James releases my throbbing clit and instead starts to circle it with two fingers sparking pleasure that needs to be released very soon. “And are there any other jobs you would like to ask my permission for before you apply?”
“Yes, one more please Sir. There is a DDLG job for next Tuesday for an evening that showed up today. I didn’t apply because I wanted to speak to you first seeing as it’s an overnighter. I would like to go for it if I may.”
“You want to be a little girl for the night, have a Daddy take care of you then fuck you into Wednesday?”
“Yes,” I barely breathe as my climax is so near.
“I don’t know what I’m more turned by, the fact that someone is going to be sticking needles into your nipples, or some sick fuck wants to dress you up as his plaything for the night.”
“Please may I come, I’m so close,” I beg.
“First tell me which job you are looking forward to the most.”
“The needles, please James— Sir, let me come.”
“I want to watch someone stick needles into the body I own. Maybe I will ask Matty if he’s into it.”
I whimper at my need to combust and Matty’s name being mentioned and the thought of playing with him again.
“You can come.” James continues to rub my clit as I explode on my knees in front of him. Clenching on nothing and wishing he was inside of me.
I float down from my orgasm as my clit becomes oversensitive and James removes his fingers.
A dark smile moves across his face, “Let’s go into the bedroom, I have a special treat for you.
” Standing, James holds out his hand for me and I stand too.
Together we walk into our bedroom that has the blackout blinds closed and candles flickering in the darkness.
Sweet peony and Jasmine hits my nose and I look over at James who is smiling at me.
“Lie down on the bed Rosie, I think you are overdue for a massage. Face down,” he instructs.
James has thrown a huge bath towel across the bed, and I lie on top of it face down but turn my head to the side so I can watch as he completely undresses.
Seems I’m about to have a naked massage and I’m totally ok with that.
I watch as he pulls down his track pants and his huge erection springs free.
My mouth salivates at where he’s going to put it when he’s finished giving me a massage.
With an air of confidence, James opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of massage oil I didn’t know he owned let alone stored there.
He climbs onto the bed and gently lowers his weight onto my lower back as he straddles me, naked balls caressing my back along with his length resting heavy on my spine.
I hear the cap flipped open and he squirts the liquid into this hand before closing the bottle and throwing it on the bed next to us.
Rubbing his hands together he lowers them to my shoulders and grips them firmly as he works his thumbs into my waiting flesh.
It’s been an incredibly long time since I had a massage and never a sensual one as now.
James works his hands into my shoulder and neck muscles that scream in pain and delight at the same time.
“Baby you have some tight muscles and kinks in your neck. I think I need to work them out for you.” Which could be the reason why I don’t go in the first place for massages—they hurt.
James takes his time kneading his fingers and thumbs over my taut muscles; even I hadn’t realised how tight I was.
Despite the pain as he delves deep into the tissue, I feel the alleviated heat in the wake of his magic fingers.
Further down his hands roam and massage, down my back and skirting the sides of my breasts teasingly.
James shifts his weight, so his naked arse rests on my lower thighs as he begins to give my arse cheeks some attention.
Reaching for the massage oil again he begins kneading into my fleshy backside in a hypnotic rhythm getting closer and closer to my back hole with his thumbs but not quite going in so deep.
“I love this arse Rosie, my arse.” He spanks me, startling me out of my relaxed daze.
Then I feel his slicked-up thumbs probe deeper into my arse crack, sliding along the seam and edging closer to my back hole.
Up and down my crack he massages, taking his time as my backside must glisten with the hefty amount of massage oil that is currently slipping around on his hands.
“It’s time for me to take what’s mine, Rose Petal,” he informs me, voice thick with lust and ownership.
I expect his fingers but instead feel the warm velvet tip of the head of his cock press into my rosette.
“Open for me Rose.” I hear his growl from behind me and I try and relax the tight muscle he’s currently trying to slip passed and feel him enter me as I puff out a breath I wasn’t aware I was holding.
“Breathe for me Rosie, let me further in.”
Holding himself still he allows me to relax and settle around him.
When he must feel me clench him less, he slowly begins to edge deeper into my hole, pushing further as I allow him access to every inch of me.
The burn is strong, especially without rubbing my clit as usual, but my relaxed state has me more malleable and open for him.
“There’s my good girl, taking my cock up the arse that I own. You are going to milk me dry with your greedy arse, are you ready for me to fuck you now?”
The intensity of his words has my clit sparking and my body clenches around him in arousal. “I’m ready for you Sir, take me as you want, I’m yours.”