The Housewife and the Film Star

by Doris O'Connor

She nodded just once, and Sven sighed again.

  "Yes, he became even more possessive. He dictated everything I did. Who I made friends with, what clothes I wore. I had to give up my job. He controlled every aspect of our lives."

  "Total power exchange." Sven said quietly. It wasn't a question, more a grim statement, and she nodded again. "I take it you didn't want this?"

  "I thought I did, at first." She stopped again, and tried to get off Sven's lap, but he wouldn't let her. Instead he gently but firmly took hold of her hair and pulled her back into his embrace. One hand fisted in her hair, the other loosely around her neck, he held her close, giving her no choice to continue. Yet she didn't panic, quite the opposite. The sound of his steady heartbeat under her ear reassured her, as did the rumble of his voice as he spoke again.

  "You do realize that most Doms, myself included, do not want a slave. I never understood why anyone would want to take on that responsibility twenty-four-seven. It's exhausting at best, and a disaster waiting to happen at its worst."

  "Like Richard and me, you mean?" Sylvia asked.

  "No, pet. Richard was no Master. He was an abusive asshole hiding his true identity under the umbrella of BDSM. Total Power Exchange works very well for many people, but only when that exchange is freely given. Richard took that choice away from you. I had Vera run a background check, when I first suspected all hadn't been well in your marriage."

  "You did? You never said." She shouldn't have been surprised by this, however. Sven was nothing if not thorough. Of course he'd have checked all that.

  "Yes, I did, pet, and it wasn't pretty. You weren't the first impressionable young woman to fall under his spell. Unfortunately for you, you married him, and he isolated you to such a degree that you had no choice but to go along with it. I bet he never did take you back to the club, did he?"

  Sylvia shook her head, and Sven swore again.

  "They revoked his membership when another more experienced sub complained about him, and they looked properly into his background. Of course, by then, you'd already moved in with him, and were off their radar."

  "I see," Sylvia whispered.

  Sven tilted her head up to make her look at him, and the concern and absolute honesty in his crystal gaze soothed her troubled soul.

  "Do you, Sylvia, really? The community is pretty good at policing itself, but every once in a while an asshole slips through. The club you went to is one of the longest established ones in London. I'm not really into the whole club scene, but if you ever wanted to explore that side again, I thought you should know that, pet."

  "I don't want to, Sir, thank you."

  His smile of approval gave her a warm glow of happiness inside, and the courage to voice her thoughts. "And I don't really want to talk about Richard anymore, Sir. He's in the past, and I'd rather replace the bad memories with new ones, with you, please, Sir. I need you."

  Sven's eyes narrowed, and he studied her with such quiet intensity she didn't even dare breathe.

  "Okay, pet, have it your way. But if I trigger anything, anything at all, I expect you to tell me straight away. Pick a safe word for me, pet. Something you wouldn't normally use, so I know when you're triggering."

  "Spaghetti."

  "Excuse me?" Sven laughed and she giggled.

  "Well, that's the first thing that popped into my head, and I like spaghetti, so I reckon that'll do?"

  Sven shook his head and then grew serious.

  "Okay, pet, spaghetti it is. Now, where were we? About here I reckon."

  He resumed his sweet torment of her nipples until the fabric of her dress was soaking wet. Hot breath trailed across her wet nipples, as he let go of them. Sven kissed a slow path of sensual torture up the column of her neck. When he reached her mouth he pulled her bottom lip back into his teeth, and bit down hard, sending another stab of pure lust to her core.

  "What do you need, my pet?"

  His eyes were such a deep blue they were almost black with his arousal. His cock twitched up against her thigh as he trailed one hand down to the slit in her dress. Her breath hitched when he slid a finger along her damp slit.

  "You're so wet already, pet, so ready. Do you need me here?"

  Bending down, he flipped her back onto the bed, and, with one long lick up the inside of her thigh, he reached her needy cunt. He thrust his fingers into her aching pussy and ripped her knickers off with his teeth. His hot breath on her swollen lips almost sent her over the edge, as he grabbed her thighs and spread her wider.

  "So beautiful," he whispered.

  Her hips bucked off the bed as he licked her from slit to clit. He looked up at her with the most sinful grin ever. Sven thrust one finger back into her and then brought it to his mouth, licking it slowly before he thrust the same finger into her mouth.

  "Taste yourself, pet. See what drives me crazy for you."

  Spurred on by his deep commanding voice, she sucked his finger into her mouth, and tasted herself mixed in with him.

  "That's my girl."

  Sven removed his fingers from her lips, and then ran one fingertip down her throat with tantalizing slowness. Over her collarbone, and lower, until he reached her breasts. He circled each nipple in turn, and then his lips closed over her clit. He sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, and each swirl of his tongue, each nip of his teeth increased the pressure to unbearable levels.

  She hardly recognized her lust-filled whimper. She begged him to take her, to let her come. Then she froze. Sven pushed one finger into her anus and slapped her butt cheeks.

  "Turn around for me, pet."

  "Wha … what?"

  Fear slammed into her when she saw the intent expression on his face. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over in one easy, terrifying move. Her dress rode up high over her hips, as his arm came round her waist, and pulled her back into the rigid erection straining against her butt.

  "I want to fuck your ass, pet."

  Sheer terror engulfed her at the growled words, and she kicked out wildly, screaming, "Spaghetti." She barely registered the low grunt of pain as her heel made contact with his cock. Sylvia scrambled to the top of the bed.

  ****

  Pain shot through his groin, and he could have sworn he saw stars in front of his eyes. What the fuck? When he could breathe again and the pain in his balls had subsided to a dull ache, he became aware of Sylvia huddled at the top of his huge bed. Knees drawn up to her chest, eyes screwed shut her, her whole body trembled. What had happened to the responsive woman in his arms? Why was anal such a hard limit? It made no sense, unless…

  Sven ground his teeth together and forced himself to not show his agitation to his terrified sub.

  "Pet, what's wrong?"

  He had to strain to hear her terrified whisper.

  "I-I can't do that, Sven, please don't make me. I don't want to."

  She was shaking so much her teeth chattered, and goose-bumps had spread all over her exposed skin.

  "Jesus, pet, I would never make you do something you don't want to do. Come here."

  Silvia looked at his outstretched hand for what seemed like hours, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she placed one trembling hand in his.

  "Skit, you're frozen."

  He shifted them slightly, and he pulled the duvet round her shoulders. Then he slid her onto his lap, and wrapped his arms round her still shaking body.

  "What's this all about, min kära? Talk to me. Help me understand why this freaked you out so much. Surely, this isn't a hard limit? Pet? Is it? And if so I need to know why."

  Her slight nod in his chest had sheer fury boil up in his gut. He forced himself to unclench his hands buried in her hair, and he murmured Swedish endearments, in an effort to calm her down. His heart ached for the woman in his arms. That bastard was so lucky to be dead already. He'd have enjoyed torturing the woman-beating piece of shit. Hands trembling with the sheer force of his overwhelming emotions, he shut his eyes and just held her. No one was ever going to hurt her again;
he was going to make damn sure of that.

  When she finally stopped trembling, her quiet words shot arrows of pain straight to his heart.

  "When he got really angry, he wasn't happy with just hitting me. He used to say that I needed to be punished and he—"

  "He forced himself on you?"

  "Yes, it really hurt. I used to beg him to stop, and he would just ram into me harder. Eventually, I just learned to not make any noise. At least that meant it would be over quicker."

  His vicious curse made her flinch anew.

  "I'm sorry, pet."

  "It's okay, but I really cannot do that. We can do anything else, but I just can't do that!"

  "Shh, pet, relax. I told you I wouldn't ever make you do something you really didn't want to do. You're safe with me."

  ****

  Slowly the cloud of fear lifted, and the sick feeling passed. Sylvia closed her eyes and let his gravelly voice wash over her. She didn't understand a word he was saying to her, but his voice was rough with barely controlled emotion that made her heart sing. The arms that cradled her to his chest held her as though she was made of glass. His now precious and familiar scent surrounded her, and the never-far-away sweet burn of arousal started again deep in her core. His semi-erect cock surged to life when she ran one hand lightly over the ugly bruise that was starting to form on his skin just next to his balls. God, she was still wearing her heels. She could have really done him an injury.

  As if reading her thoughts, he brought her head up gently, claimed her mouth with his, and, this time, she couldn't stop her moan of surrender, as one of his large hands pulled down the zipper of her dress finding bare skin. She flipped the duvet off her shoulders, her skin on fire where his fingers stroked, and she ran her hands over his chest. She needed to feel close to him, to chase the last lingering dark images away.

  "Please, Sir, I need you."

  "And you'll have me, pet. I just need to get something."

  Sven tucked the duvet back round her shoulders with a smile and another earth shattering kiss, and then jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. Renewed moisture pooled between her legs as she watched his tight butt swaying away, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he moved.

  He reappeared out of that bathroom mere seconds later one hand behind his back, and Sylvia swallowed nervously at the expression on his face. He was up to something.

  "What are you hiding behind your back?"

  "Absolutely nothing, pet."

  "I don't believe you. Let me see."

  He raised just one eyebrow at her, and she'd dropped her head in submission.

  "Sorry, Sir, it's just…"

  "I know, pet, which is why I'm not strapping you to the bed and turning your ass a nice shade of pink right now, for your insolence."

  He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath.

  "Don't think for one minute that I'm not keeping a tally of this, pet. Now, do you trust me?"

  She nodded slowly.

  "Good girl." The approval she craved warmed her from the inside out, and she looked up to see him smiling down at her.

  "Strip for me, pet."

  His voice had once again dropped an octave to that almost growl that she simply couldn't resist. Sylvia shrugged off the duvet again and shimmied out of her dress slowly. Sven's eyes never left her face, and the sheer naked desire she saw in them made her movements grow clumsy. It seemed ages before she finally managed to unclasp her bra, and her heavy breasts fell free. She knelt on the bed in front of him.

  "Du är så vacker. Look at what you're doing to me." The growled words set her whole body on fire, and seeing the force of his arousal she swallowed hard.

  "I'm glad I didn't break you."

  Sylvia took his outstretched hand, and she shrieked in surprise when he pulled sharply, and she tumbled against his chest. The slight movement created delicious friction against her hypersensitive nipples, which shot arrows of need to her clit, and she moaned into his shoulder.

  "You didn't pet, but I fear you're broken, and I want to make you whole again. Will you let me try? As your Dom?"

  The sincerity in his voice made her look up at him, and she gasped when his hands grabbed her ass.

  "It's not meant to hurt, pet. Let me show you."

  Oh, God, she couldn't do this.

  His breath skittered across the sensitive skin of her neck, and she automatically angled her head to give him better access as he suckled on the one spot that drove her crazy.

  "Sir, please, I can't."

  "Trust me, you can, and you will. Let me chase the demons away." He slowly slid his hands up her sides, until he cupped her breasts. Sven teased her nipples with his thumbs, and she moaned. "You won't be free of the bastard completely until you've replaced those fears with screams of pleasure. Let me be the man to do that for you, pet."

  His gaze searched hers, and, at her barely perceptible nod, his hands tightened on her breasts, and he kissed her again.

  "Turn around for me, and lie on your front. Trust me nothing is going to happen yet. You're far too tense. Maybe, I will use the flogger to stop those thoughts from swirling in your head. Is that what my pet needs?"

  "Yes, please, Sir."

  Her heart was hammering so hard by now, she felt faint. She made herself lie face down on the bed.

  "Give me your hands, pet."

  She complied, hating the way they shook, and she breathed a sigh of relief when he secured a set of padded Velcro cuffs around them. She'd be able to take those off herself if she needed to. Reaching under the mattress he pulled out the length of chain secured to the head board, and he clipped her cuffs to the chain.

  "Comfy there, pet?"

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Good girl, get ready."

  He stepped back, and then there was the whistle of the flogger, followed by a feather light touch to her ass.

  Sylvia released the breath she hadn't been aware of holding. The next few strikes grew more intense with each whistle of the flogger, and Sylvia lost herself in the sensation of the flogger massaging her skin.

  Sven warmed her up so slowly and thoroughly, that the first really hard strike didn't even register as painful. Warmth spread from her ass, until all Sylvia was aware of was the overwhelming feeling of safety.

  She moaned her denial when Sven stopped, and then his hands were on her ass. He massaged the tender skin, the pain a welcome distraction as the first tendrils of fear invaded her consciousness again.

  "Such a good pet."

  Fear warred with anticipation as she heard the pop of a bottle and the sound of Sven rubbing his hands together.

  "This will be cold for a bit, but not for long, okay?"

  She gasped when the cold oil hit her skin, and the scent of lavender filled the air. The bed dipped with Sven's weight as he kneeled next to her, and then his hands were on her back. Starting at her shoulders he applied gentle pressure. His fingers kneaded and threaded every muscle until her eyes drifted shut of their own accord. He applied more oil as his hands dipped down to her waist. With slow and sure movements he circled up and down her back and round to her front. He skimmed the underside of her breasts and elicited a slow involuntary moan from her.

  "That's it, pet, let yourself go. Just feel."

  His magical hands moved lower, until he circled and massaged her butt cheeks. Every stroke across her tender skin proclaimed his ownership, and she sank further into sub space. All the while, he whispered away to her in Swedish. Her hips rose up as his fingers delved into the cleft of her bum. Sven stroked downwards to her wet pussy lips, and his tongue followed the trail of his fingers. She could feel him shift, his hard thigh nudging hers apart as his hands moved her hips upwards, and his mouth closed over her clit.

  "Easy, pet, easy, I've got you. Raise yourself up on your knees for me."

  Mesmerized by the tone of his voice, she did as he asked, and, this time, when his arm came round her waist and she felt his erection press against her ass, she didn't p
anic. Sven kissed and licked his way down her spine, sending shivers of awareness across her skin. Arousal won over fear as she felt him probe gently around her anus.

  "Pet, I'm going to use some gel. So, again, this will be cold. Relax."

  The cool gel made her gasp. Then one finger gently probed as he continued to kiss every bit of bare skin along her back he could find. She tensed for an instant when he pushed that finger inside her and then added another, stretching her. His breath was harsh in her ear, as his warm body pressed against her back.

  She moaned when he withdrew his fingers, and he shifted away for an instant. The rip of foil spiked her anxiety levels again. Then a low hum made her sit back on her haunches.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Loving you, min sköna, trust me. Spread your legs for me, pet."

  She did as he asked, and watched in fascination as he produced a vibrator. He kissed his way up her neck, and lifted her up with one hand whilst using the other to rub the vibrator slowly along her slit. Her breath escaped in one big whoosh as the vibrations zinged up her clitoris. Her pussy contracted around his hand when he inserted the pink-rabbit-shaped object deep into her vagina.

  "Sven, oh, yes."

  Her breath came out in short bursts. Sweat broke out all over her body as her internal walls closed around the toy, which rubbed against her G-spot. Oh, God, she was so close. Dimly aware of Sven pushing her forwards and lifting her hips up, she felt only the slightest bit of resistance before his cock slid into her anus in one slow thrust, and she was utterly filled. His grunt in her ear set her alight.

  "That feels so good, pet. Damn, I can't do this slow."

  One hand digging in to her hip, he began to move. Sylvia screamed as the first of her orgasms hit her with full force. She yanked on her restraints, and pushed her butt against him, forcing him deeper into her. The vibrator forgotten, she ground against him as he filled her to the brim with every thrust into her tight hole. The sweet pressure built again. Sensations overwhelmed her in a fierce explosion of colors behind her closed eyelids. They came together, and he collapsed on top of her, grunting his release into her shoulders.

  The room finally stopped spinning, when Sven released her out of her cuffs, and her breathing returned to normal. He carefully pulled out of her, and she winced. His immediate curse made her smile up at him, when he flipped her over.