Consent

by Sahara Kelly

  Laura felt something drop away from her mind and found she could watch Adam with a new clarity of vision. How could she have missed it? The air of leadership that encircled him?

  Was it just that a fourth grade classroom or a black tie legal banquet were not places to expect such a thing? Or had she just never looked for it in the first place?

  Her mind had no answers, but her heart swelled as she looked at her husband with new eyes.

  He was hers. Her man, her husband, and her lover. What else could he be? Could he be her Master? Could they explore this new dimension together? Would he let her try?

  Laura took a deep breath. There was only one way to find out.

  *~~*~~*

  The long box rested on the back seat of the car as they prepared for the journey home.

  Adam had been torn between laughter and tears as he’d opened it.

  “Master always intended for you to have this, Adam Sir,” said Fay, offering the box. “It was one of his wishes. Please accept it as such.”

  Adam had smiled, bent forward and kissed her gently on the cheek. “Of course, Fay. I shall always honor the Master’s wishes.” Then he’d looked inside and laughed. “My first flogger. I can’t believe he kept it all these years.” His hand stroked the soft red tails and caressed the worn handle. “It carries many good memories of our times together. I shall treasure it.”

  He wasn’t sure if Laura had any idea of what it was for, but he let it go for the time being, just seeing that it was secure. He hadn’t lied when he said he’d treasure it.

  Laura reached out and stopped him from starting the engine. “Adam, can we talk for a moment?”

  Adam breathed deeply, but released the key. He’d know this was coming. How could he not? “Sure sweetheart.”

  He watched as she nervously nibbled her lower lip. It wasn’t often his brilliant corporate wizard of a wife was at a loss for words.

  “I have a confession.”

  Whoa. That was a surprise. “You do?”

  “Yeah. Um...the other night, Wednesday night. I came home early.”

  “Oh.” Adam kept the surprise from his voice. He had not expected this.

  “And...and I saw your site and the invite to Master Granger’s wake. I...I put the pieces together, Adam. I realized that you were...that you used to be...that this was...”

  “That I am a Dom. Is that what you’re trying to say?” He reached over and touched her hand. It turned within his and gripped him, hard.

  “Oh yes. Thank you. It is. So I wanted to know about it. And I did a whole bunch of research on it. Mark helped.”

  Adam smiled, thinking how helpful Mark must have been. He and Mark had read each other as fellow adherents immediately, and bonded. Quietly, and without fuss, they had both known they’d found a friend and someone in whom their secrets would be safe.

  And coincidentally, a friend who had often alleviated the major boredom of some of Laura’s more agonizingly pompous events. “I’m sure Mark was a great help. Do you have questions, Laura? Worries? Concerns? What is it, love?”

  Her hands twisted this way and that beneath his. “Adam, I want...I want...” she raised her eyes to his, almost as if she was scared to mouth the words.

  “What do you want, Laura? Tell me, sweetheart,” he urged gently, squeezing her hands tight.

  Please don’t let her say she wants to leave me, he prayed. This was the moment he’d dreaded for so many years. This was why he’d never told her anything about his history with this lifestyle.

  She took a deep breath. “I want to be your submissive.”

  Adam’s jaw dropped. “What?”

  “You heard me. I want to be your sub.”

  For a moment Adam’s mind refused to function. “I...I...” he stuttered, trying desperately to reconnect the neural passageways that would allow him to speak coherently.

  “For a Dom, you’re surprisingly speechless,” risked Laura, giving him a rather naughty little sideways glance.

  The world clicked back into place and Adam felt his lungs fill. “Are you quite sure you understand what that means, Laura?”

  “No. No, I’m not sure at all, Adam. And that’s why I’m so glad I have you. I love you and trust you, and you’ve been my other half for five years now. But seeing you here and learning everything I’ve learned makes me realize that something has been missing between us. Something I didn’t know we didn’t have has been slowly driving us down into someplace I don’t want to be. Does that make any sense?”

  Her frown as she tried to express her feelings touched something deep inside Adam. They really were on the same wavelength.

  “It does make sense. I’ve felt it too. But I don’t know if the answer is you becoming my sub...”

  Laura raised her hand, interrupting him. “Adam, I must make one thing clear. I want to be your sub. I don’t believe I can be your slave. If this is not possible, then tell me now. We’ll work something else out.”

  Adam smiled. “I don’t think I could ever be your Master, love, so that’s not an issue. Neither of us are cut out for the 24/7 lifestyle and all that it entails. That’s for others, not us. Not me. And certainly not you. But if I understand you correctly, you would like to be submissive to me...sexually.”

  Adam felt his cock shiver as she nodded and dropped her eyes.

  “Yes please, Adam. Sir.” She’d added the respectful title she’d learned by watching Fay and the other pets. His wife was nothing if not observant.

  His lips curled and his heart lifted. Perhaps the Master had sent him a special gift, and not just the one in the box behind them.

  “Very well, Laura, pet.” He felt her tremor as he addressed her in the D/s style. “Let us start with a little experiment, shall we?”

  “What, here?” Laura peered through the twilight around her at the other cars. Everything was silent.

  She turned back to Adam with a question on her face. He raised one eyebrow and stared at her, expressionlessly. It was a look he’d perfected so many years ago on his subs. He’d only used it occasionally since then, although it had proved effective with little Fred Stubbins who was about to put a frog down Jennifer Moreton’s dress during their field trip last month.

  Like Fred Stubbins, Laura quailed before ‘the look’. “Yes, Adam. What do I...what do you want me to do?”

  “Undo your jacket and spread it apart. I want to see your breasts.”

  He heard her indrawn breath and saw her hands move to obey him, yet waiver over her buttons.

  “Undo your jacket Laura.”

  She obeyed, and his cock high fived itself. Shit. This was Laura. He’d have to be careful or he’d come all over the steering wheel. That was not going to help his image as her all-knowing, all-seeing, all-powerful Dom.

  She spread the sides of the jacket carefully, revealing her soft whiteness to his gaze. As he had suspected, she wore no bra. The pearls gleamed in the twilight, resting against her soft swells. The nipples hardened as he looked at them.

  He raised his hand and lifted the beads, letting them trickle back against her breasts. Her breathing was ragged.

  Time for step two.

  “Now, undo your pants and slip them down to your knees. I know you are not wearing underwear. I want you to feel the touch of your buttocks against the car seat.”

  He heard her gulp, but this time there was no hesitation. She did as he asked, letting her bare bottom ease down onto the soft leather.

  Adam felt a bead of sweat form on his upper lip, and surreptitiously wiped it away. “Spread your thighs so that I can see your pussy.”

  “Adam,” she moaned, following his instructions. “God, Adam.”

  The Almighty was being invoked a lot. He was praying too, praying for control. Praying that he wouldn’t give in to the urge to bury his face in her darkness, or jerk her onto his lap where he could free his cock and plunge deep inside her. Right this minute.

  Wrenching his wayward hormones back into line, Adam nodded a
pprovingly. “Good girl. Now we can go home.”

  He reached over and turned the key in the ignition.

  Chapter 5

  Laura couldn’t ever remember being this turned on. Every fiber of her being was sexually aroused. She could smell her own scent, and feel the slight brush of her own breaths against her naked flesh.

  Every truck that passed them on the highway was a potential terror, every SUV that loomed large beside them a cause for fear.

  “Don’t worry. They can’t see you.”

  Adam seemed to be able to read her thoughts. But then he was used to this, she supposed.

  She shifted, feeling the car seat beneath her and allowing the sensation to arouse her even more. A little moan escaped her throat and she shivered.

  “Are you cold?” Adam was obviously attuned to her body.

  “No, not at all. Thank you. Sir.”

  Adam glanced over and grinned. “You make an excellent sub, pet. Spread your legs wider.”

  Damn him. How could she? The pants were tight around her thighs. She wriggled.

  “Uh-huh. Keep that jacket open. Think about how you’re going to move before you do it.”

  Laura clenched her teeth and eased her pants further down, while making sure her jacket stayed where it was. There. She’d done it.

  “Good girl.” Adam casually reached down and cupped her dripping pussy.

  She groaned. “God, Adam. Careful...”

  He ground his hand into her clit, making her gasp, then pulled it away and put it back on the steering wheel.

  “Are you questioning me?” His words were sharp and surprisingly cutting.

  “No, no...” she immediately responded. Damn, he was good.

  “Good. Keep your legs spread open, pet. We’ll be home soon.”

  And then what? She wanted to ask. How do I get upstairs with my boobs hanging out? Is he going to allow me to dress, or do I have to shuffle up the back elevator with my pants down?

  Strangely enough, the thought of such a thing was arousing, and Laura found her body relaxing into its nakedness. She felt light, and joyful, ready to follow the slightest instructions from her...her husband? Her Dom? What was he? And what was he becoming?

  They pulled into the quiet parking lot behind their apartment building and Adam turned off the engine.

  He turned to Laura. “You will now fasten the middle two buttons of your jacket and the button of your pants. You will leave your fly open for my hands should I decide to touch your pussy. We will take the main elevator to our apartment. If we are joined by others, you will turn to me and press yourself against me, resting your head on my chest. Do you understand?”

  His voice was firm, his instructions simple.

  She nodded. “Yes. I understand.”

  They got out of the car and Laura arranged herself as instructed. Adam carried the package and Laura’s bag.

  Praying for solitude, Laura crossed the brightly lit hall to the elevators, keeping her hands lowered in front of her. She wasn’t too worried about her jacket hanging open, but she could feel the brush of cool air on her pussy. It was unnerving to say the least.

  The doors slid apart and they got in, but just before they closed, a voice yelled “Adam, hold up...” and a man ran onto the elevator and stood, catching his breath.

  It was Jason Burke, the quiet and reclusive owner of the penthouse condominium.

  “Thanks,” he murmured, nodding politely to Laura.

  “My pleasure,” answered Adam quietly. His gaze fell on his wife.

  Mindful of his instructions, Laura turned slightly and leaned against Adam. To Jason Burke, she would simply be a tired wife taking advantage of her husband’s convenient body.

  However, said husband was, at that moment, slipping one hand inside her trousers and fondling her pussy.

  Roughly he teased her flesh, and finding it slippery he thrust two fingers up into her, bringing a gasp to her throat that she bravely stifled.

  The digital numbers chimed as the elevator rose, and within moments the doors to the sixth floor were sliding open.

  Laura stumbled slightly as she and Adam moved to step out.

  “Good night Jason,” nodded Adam.

  “Have a good night, Adam.” Jason Burke’s eyes met Adam’s in a long look.

  “Oh I will. Thanks.”

  The doors slid slowly closed as Laura watched Jason Burke’s face. His nostrils were flaring and he was inhaling. Deeply.

  He was scenting her.

  God, she’d never be able to look him in the face again.

  Blushing, she turned to follow Adam letting him precede her into their apartment.

  She realized how quiet it was as the door shut behind them, locking them into their own private space.

  “You did well, Laura. Would you like to continue?” Adam posed the question formally, but Laura noticed a slight shake to his hands as he hung up his jacket.

  “Yes please, Adam.” She spoke quietly but honestly. She couldn’t remember ever having such an extraordinary experience as driving home with her body naked and displayed like that. She was aroused and excited and wanted more.

  Much more.

  “Very well. The first thing we are going to do is to help you understand that you will be giving me control of your body. Will you please go into the bathroom and remove all your clothing? Remove your makeup as well, and wait for me there.”

  A shiver of anticipation ran up Laura’s spine. Oh boy. This was going to be a night she’d long remember. She just knew it.

  She obediently turned and headed for the bathroom.

  *~~*~~*

  Adam knew his hands were shaking, and was helpless to stop it. The mere thought of having Laura as his sub was sending bolts of electricity through his body, most of which ended up charging his cock to dangerously high levels. He tried desperately to recall his days of training, of quietly dominating a sub and leading her along a new path.

  Ah crap. This was Laura. The woman he had loved since the moment he set eyes on her. The woman he knew was his. Rational thought was almost impossible.

  But he also knew she was excited, aroused and fascinated by what he was doing to her. She wanted this, at least for tonight, and he loved her more than enough to play along. Whether she’d understand, whether she’d embrace the concept, or enjoy the experience...well these were questions that remained to be answered.

  He took several deep breaths and, with some difficulty, reached for that place inside himself that had lain dormant for so long. That place that opened like a flower to admit a submissive, to welcome their gifts of control and power, and that offered love, protection and fulfillment in return. That place that allowed an exchange of something precious, something special.

  Would Laura be able to go there too? How would she respond to the shift in dynamics that was about to take place?

  He didn’t know. But damn, he was looking forward to finding out.

  Just the thought of Laura slipping out of her suit in the bathroom and standing, naked, at the sink, brought a rush of heat to his groin.

  Gathering himself yet again, he went into their bedroom and stripped to his skin, hurriedly divesting himself of his clothing and reaching into his closet for his robe. Not the warm fuzzy one this time, but the black silk one with the oriental dragon slithering over his shoulder and down his back.

  It had been an impulse purchase that he’d had little chance to wear, but for tonight it seemed to be right. It would be different enough that Laura would be reminded of what was changing between them. And yet not overwhelmingly strange or distracting.

  The silk slid across his cock like a caress and he gritted his teeth. He’d love to be able to tell Laura that just the thought of what was to come was turning him on, but this was something he couldn’t yet share with her. First, he had to bring her up to somewhere near the same level of arousal.

  He knew she was getting there. She’d been hotter than hell under his hand in the car, and the elevator
had reeked of her scent.

  Jason Burke had known.

  Shrewd, aware and very reclusive, Jason Burke and Adam had met and chatted over the hood of Jason’s sports car.

  Adam had enjoyed the conversation, but felt no need to pursue an acquaintance. Jason had apparently been in full agreement with Adam’s decision, because they smiled, exchanged greetings when they passed, and had shared a pleasant hour over beer at the obligatory tenants Christmas function in the little pub around the corner last year.

  Adam felt there was a great deal below the surface of Jason Burke. He wasn’t surprised that the man had picked up on Laura’s fragrance.

  His mind returned to Laura, waiting for him. He considered and discarded various possibilities, thoughts now focusing on the evening ahead.

  This was a slightly different situation than a simple introductory Dom/sub encounter. This was Laura, his wife. For five years she’d borne his name, and for seven years they’d been lovers.

  There was an understood familiarity between them, for each other’s bodies, each other’s minds. They knew each other’s strengths, weaknesses and sensitivities. There was an enormous foundation of information for Adam to draw on, much more than he would normally have found in such a situation.

  He let his mind dwell on the possibilities for a few moments, knowing that the longer Laura waited, naked, in the bathroom, the greater her level of arousal.

  There was nothing better than the sub’s mind for beginning the adrenaline rush and exciting the body. He ran through a variety of scenarios, enjoying some, dismissing others.

  What did he want to achieve tonight? Where did he want Laura to be at the end of their session? And what level of groundwork would he be able to lay for any future D/s relationship that might develop between them?

  Adam sighed. These were important questions, and he would have loved a couple of weeks to work them through thoroughly. He didn’t have a couple of weeks.

  So, he stuck with his basic tenet. Keep it simple. He opened a drawer and removed two scarves.