Fifty Days of Sin

by Serena Dahl

  Again and again he drives hard into me, setting a relentless pace right from the start. He’s gripping my hips hard, controlling my movements as he thrusts savagely into me, penetrating oh so deeply each time. I feel him run his fingernails down the curve of my behind. I moan at the feeling as more delicious pain mingles with the sweet sensation of his hardness pushing into me, then his hand moves around to rub the delicate little bud between my legs, still wet from his touch.

  “Come, baby,” he urges me. “Come for me.”

  He slams inside me hard once more and I cry out, my climax suddenly engulfing me. Then I feel him find his release too and we come together. He moans my name and stills and I shudder as the pleasure recedes and I’m suddenly suffused with weariness.

  “Uh, Adam, I’ve got to lie down,” I tell him and he pulls out, letting me slump onto the sofa.

  He’s stroking my hair. “Okay?” he asks.

  “Very okay,” I confirm. It took me a while before I wanted to go back to the submissive roleplay that Adam and I enjoyed before Michael’s attack. My bad experience initially left me unable to face the idea of letting anyone – even Adam – have control over me. Now, the only difference is that I refuse to be tied up. That would be too close for comfort; and of course, the cane has long been consigned to the rubbish tip. But once I started to heal psychologically, I realised that this side of our sex life was something I wasn’t willing to give up.

  It was difficult for Adam too. At first, he refused point blank to hurt me. After Michael, he just couldn’t bear the thought. But initially I persuaded him to dominate me by giving me orders, and after a while – after our marriage, in fact - he agreed to return to punishing me. I think it helped that I had stopped the anti-depressants and the doctors were all so pleased with my progress.

  Then we had another break from punishment, during my pregnancy. It might not have been unsafe to indulge in a little mild kinkiness while Jamie was growing in my tummy, but I didn’t feel comfortable with it; the desire to be hurt and debased at Adam’s feet just disappeared when I was expecting the baby. But it wasn’t long after he was born that we went back to our old ways. And since he was born, our shared love of Jamie has brought us even closer. Now, whether Adam’s dominating me, or whether we’re simply enjoying each other’s bodies without a hint of kinkiness, our lovemaking is better than ever. I’ll never get enough of my husband. The attraction is just as strong as the first day we met.

  And as Adam strokes my hair and kisses me tenderly, running his hand down my back to caress my still-tingling behind, I have a feeling that tonight might be the night that we’ve created another new life between us. A future friend for Jamie, and another little being to unite us in love.