Friday Afternoon

by Sylvia Ryan

  The merest tic is all I need to be able to distinguish between angry or just irritated, or the slight slackening of a muscle to differentiate between tolerant or indulgent. After all these years, everything is seen when looking. Irritated, he doesn’t want to follow my instructions. I’m sure I’ve thrown a monkey wrench into his plans for our afternoon. But after a few seconds, he toes off his shoes and removes his clothes, from the waist down. He doesn’t remove his shirt because of the cuff.

  I curl my lips and flash my best slow, wicked smile, open my bedside drawer and pull out a pair of scissors.

  Levi’s eyes fix on the sharp metal in my hand. His muscles are taut. He stands still.

  “You ask me to give you my complete trust. I want you to know what that feels like.” I step forward, aware I am vulnerable to his physical strength the closer I get to him. “It’s important to me you know.”

  His muscles relax, slump ever so slightly, as if caught. He knows he must submit to me today to gain insight regarding what he asks of me on a fairly regular basis and ensure I’ll continue to submit to him without resentment in the future.

  “Lie on the bed, Levi,” I order him, inspecting his body. His cock is not hard. He’s breathing heavily, huffing air in and out in long drags. He looks away from me toward the bed. “Do it.” I glare at him “Now!” I’m not fucking around, and he knows it. I use the exact words he spoke to me last Friday afternoon. “Bed. Now.”

  He climbs into the bed. On his knees, flashing me a slutty shot of his ass.

  “You fucking tease,” I scold. “You’re going to pay for that.”

  And then he growls at me, low in his throat. I reel my arm back and swing hard, swatting his ass with my wide-open hand.

  “I’m expected to ride whatever wave you want to give me and you refuse to reciprocate? You don’t trust me,” I accuse.

  He turns his head and meets my steely gaze with one of his own. I don’t back off or avert my gaze from his even though, after an uncomfortable amount of time, my mind is screaming for me to look away.

  “Just this once,” he hisses.

  I nod. “Just this once.” I try to squash the smile that wants to transform my face. “Sit in the middle.” I swat his ass on the other cheek as he follows my direction and then handcuff his free wrist to the other side of the bed. “You’re going to need a safe word.”

  He raises his eyebrows in a brief glance of surprise and then lifts his chin. “Okay. How about bitch?” The word escapes through his clenched jaw. He’s seething, trying to provoke a reaction from me. Trying to gain emotional control of the situation.

  I chuckle. “It won’t work.” Again I see the waterfall of thoughts crashing through his head. I’ve thought a lot about today, and he’s surprised.

  “Okay then, bitch it is,” I say, stepping toward the bed and then kneeling close to him. I guide the sharp edge of the scissor metal as it travels, bump, bump, bump, leaving a hissing red trail over his abs. I continue over an edge of his nipple. I fucking want to die when I see my man taking pain without a flinch or a sound. A series of sensations rush down my spine, and the power makes my breathing accelerate. His ability to take pain and his willingness to experience it for me, even if it’s the only time, captivates me.

  I wonder if he’ll feel the rush, the exhilaration that comes with the surrender of his will. I’ll be shorting him a significant life experience if I can’t get him there.

  I cut the shirt from him and stand back to admire my handiwork.

  “Fuck yeah. You look good. Lie back and scoot down to the bottom of the bed as far as your arms will let you go.” I stand at the foot of the bed. My man lies before me with his body spread out into a Y.

  My heart stirs because as he lies there, he’s still fighting his urge to take control. He’s doing this all for me. Giving all of himself to me despite the battle cry from every cell in his body.

  God, he must love me to let me do this.

  I’m moved. I realize Levi is not the only one who’ll be learning something from this experience. I love him more in this moment than I’ve ever loved him before.

  I turn away to rid myself of the scissors as well as the overwhelming humility draping over me. This is the absolute worst time for my sub side to want to get out. I clear my throat and take a deep cleansing breath, purging my inner instinct to give myself to him. I steel myself before I speak again, giving the rules I’ve heard so many times during the past six months. “You may not come. You may not touch yourself unless I say otherwise. You’re going to pleasure me today. What you want doesn’t matter. Do you understand?”

  He nods with a single jerk of his head. I know that nod was a disrespectful response by his standards, but I let it go. I’m not interested in lording it over him. I’m not sure I could accomplish it if I tried. That’s not who we are as a couple. But I want him to at least be confronted by it. To know what it feels like to be in that situation and what it takes to relinquish everything.

  I am, however, interested in pushing his physical boundaries. He’s pushed mine far past limits I’ve had for years. This will be my one and only chance to do him the same courtesy. And I do consider it a courtesy.

  In reality, finding these new limits together has been what’s rekindled our union over these past months. If we’d been having boring, missionary sex, our Friday afternoons would have probably petered out by now.

  “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be brought to the edge of orgasm over and over only to be denied again and again?” I smile wickedly. “I want you to know what it feels like.” His cock is growing now.

  I stand in his direct line of vision and begin to take off my clothes. I’m lazy about it. I have hours here and I’m going to use them. Once my clothes are off, I climb onto the bed next to him and position myself so I’m straddling his head and admiring his slowly hardening cock at the same time. There’s no preamble. I sit on his face like it’s my own personal saddle. “Make me come.” His nose fits quite nicely in the entrance of my cunt and his tongue rubs over my clit.

  I have no compunction about grinding on his face. Over the years, he’s spent more than his fair share of time giving me oral, and I’ve had his dick shoved so far down my throat that I’m swallowing the head, so there’s no shyness left between us. It’s a perk of being with the same man for so long.

  I groan at the tension starting to build, and I stare at his cock while he’s pleasuring me. My mouth waters like I’m fucking Pavlov’s dog or something. I want what I want in the overall scheme of things, and since I’m in control today, I take it. I lean over his torso and circle my fingers around the fat handful of hard and soft. I slurp the head into my mouth like I’m sucking in spaghetti. His hips buck as I take him all the way in. I wrap my arms around his body and spread his ass cheeks with my fingertips. He tenses beneath me.

  I pull away for a moment, breaking the contact between the warm, wetness of my mouth. The separation is a little punishment all its own. “Relax.” The word is the calmest whisper. I knead the muscles in his ass and tongue his cock to settle him.

  His tongue’s performance is spectacular. He’s striving to please me now and I know the reasoning behind it because I’ve thought it myself a million times…if I get him off, maybe he’ll forget what he’s planning to do and-or is doing to me. But just like when he’s in control, it won’t work. His increased attention is fine by me and I grind harder into his face but I won’t forget what’s next. Seconds later I let Levi’s cock slip from my mouth and I sit up again, bracing my hands on his flat abs. I barely register his groan of complaint at my failure to suck him to completion. And soon, my motion comes to a screeching halt while Levi performs a perfect sequence of penetration and clit stimulation with his tongue. I’m coiled tightly, waiting for critical mass to finally annihilate me. I convulse through my orgasm, yelling my pleasure, until there’s nothing left.

  I collapse onto his chest, breaking the contact between his mouth and my pussy, but remai
ning close. After a minute, I lift my head to check on his hard-on. Levi’s cock is raging, ruddy.

  I slither down his body, licking, touching and rubbing all of my favorite parts. And when I reach the end of him and take his balls into my mouth, the sound of the cuffs straining against the pull of his arms brings a smile to my face.

  I position myself until I’m kneeling between his legs and tilt my head, studying him. So many times Levi has done the same. I know the things running through his mind right now, the feeling of edgy anticipation.

  I let him drown in it, taking my time about what’s next. I lean over, way over him, and stretch to grab the latex gloves I’d put in the night table drawer along with the lube. Levi’s eyes burn a hole in me when I turn back and smile at him with the articles in my hand.

  He shakes his head. “What are the gloves for?”

  “Trust me,” I whisper softly.

  His nostrils flare and his face flushes. I squeeze a liberal amount of lube into my palm, and I rub it all over the gloves like hand cream. I grasp his cock and begin a slow twist over the length of it. He relaxes after few strokes. He closes his eyes and starts to lose himself in the pleasure. His hips undulate with my strokes.

  Using my free hand, I slide my fingers between his ass cheeks, trying to find his rear entrance. When I do, I rub my slippery fingers over the area, probing a bit, slicking it up. When I’m satisfied, I slide my middle finger in. His hips still. His eyes open.

  “Shh, it’s okay,” I murmur. “You’ll like it.”

  “Let me go.”

  I take my hands away. “You’ll have to use your safe word.” I know he won’t.

  His body is rigid.

  “Relax.” I coax him in a tone of voice I’ve previously only used while cooing a baby.

  He closes his eyes and seems to surrender. He’s mine again to do with as I please. I insert my finger and curl it slightly, finding what I’m looking for. I stroke gently at first like I learned on the Internet. Then, I increase the pressure of my finger’s passes. I’m stroking his cock and his prostate, both hands working to bring him to ecstasy.

  He tenses up, the strain of it defining the muscles of his torso. Fucking gorgeous. Then, with great reluctance, I remove my hands from his body. The hard jerking sound of jolting metal sounds in the room. “Fuck,” he yells, extending his arms, trying to get a hold of me but there’s not enough slack.

  “What do you want, Levi?” I challenge him.

  He doesn’t answer me, too proud, too dominant. He’ll have to convince me he’s worthy of an orgasm today. I know I’ve done more than my share of wanting during the past six months. This is my one and only time to imprint this experience in his head so he always remembers. Denying orgasm will definitely keep this experience in his memory.

  But I need him in me first. My body hums with the urge to have his cock inside me, and I can’t wait any longer. I move, swinging a leg over him, and I impale myself on his cock. My body melts around it.

  “Fuck yeah, you feel good,” he says.

  “Don’t forget, you will not come until I say.” The command is uttered right next to his ear. He opens his eyes and clenches his teeth, before he lets his lids fall closed again. “I hold my orgasms until you give permission. We’ll see if you’re disciplined enough to be able to do it yourself.”

  He groans at the challenge and I smile as I pull up and lower myself onto his cock once more. “I want you to watch me,” I say as I start to massage my nipples. I ride him nice and slow, arching my back and touching myself. His cock is perfect inside me. For some reason, his distress turns me on. I’m so close, and I revel in the power to control my own orgasm for once. I ride him harder and faster with one hand fondling a nipple and the other pressing on my clit. I’m greedy now, like a kid on Halloween surrounded by his take. I want it all, every sweet morsel. I glance at Levi. His gaze devours me in a feeding frenzy of its own. His cock fills every part of me and I tighten, becoming rigid and clamping down hard on his dick. I cry out, riding him furiously.

  My orgasm is long and violent. The headboard thumps against the wall, and my own wails fill my ears. Then I feel the telltale signs of his orgasm, hot cream rolling down the inside of my thighs. I collapse on top of him and try to catch my breath.

  “Not as easy as it looks, is it?” I say when I’m finally able to.

  He doesn’t answer. We lie together dozing for a while before I release his cuffs and get a warm washrag to clean us up.

  When I slide back in bed with him, I snuggle close.

  “You do that again and you will receive the spanking of your life.”

  He’s trying to sound angry, but I know he isn’t. He knows it too because his voice softens. “I thought the top of my head was going to blow off if I held that cum inside for another second. My heart’s beating so fast I think I’m going to have a coronary.”

  I laze with my eyes closed and my head resting on his pectoral. The rapid thumping of his heart confirms what he’s saying.

  “It seems like holding back might have a positive effect, because I came like a motherfucker.”

  “Yeah, sometimes they’re better when you fight them for a while before giving in.”

  I lift myself up and turn to look at Levi. “You know, I’ve never had multiple orgasms. I mean I’ve come and then twenty or thirty minutes later, come again. But never one and then, within a minute or two, another one. Never anything close together like that.” I smile at him. “That would be new and fun.” I trace a lazy finger over his chest. “But I don’t think my body works that way. It would have happened by now.” I glance at him. “Don’t you think?”

  He doesn’t answer me at first. He studies me silently. “I can give you multiples,” he finally says.

  “If you could give me multiples, I think it would have happened by now. Plus, it doesn’t work that way.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “You’ve lost me.”

  “If you try to make me come twice in a row, and I know that’s what you’re trying to do, you’ll never be successful. I’d be under too much pressure. If I can’t let my mind go, I can’t come. So, I guarantee you will not be able to give me multiples simply because I know that’s what you’re trying to do.”

  He looks at me with amusement flashing over his features. “Wanna bet?”

  “You want to bet me that you can give me multiple orgasms?”

  He nods.

  “Shit, it’s a win-win for me. Yeah, I’ll bet you. What do you want to wager?”

  “If I win,” he says without missing a beat. “I want to collar you for a full weekend. The girls can go to your sister’s. They’ll have their own fun, and I’ll own you.” He is growling the words in a low, dangerous tone. “You’ll do nothing without my say so. You’ll spend the entire weekend serving me.”

  My insides rearrange themselves at the sound of his voice alone. I’m taken off guard for a few moments. He knew what he wanted without even a second’s hesitation. He’s thought about this before, but this is the first I’m hearing of it.

  “Okay. If I win, I want a ménage a trios–two guys, double penetration.”

  Levi rolls to his side and props his head up on his hand. “Double penetration, Mia? Your ass has been like the Area 51 of our sex life. We all know it’s there but nobody can get in. Now you want to give anybody high-level clearance? It’s gone from off-limits to general admission just like that?”

  The thought of having two men at once flitted through my mind a time or two during the past few months. Just the thought of it makes me scared and excited at the same time. I look him in the eyes. “Yes. That’s what I want. So, it’s a bet?”

  He’s silent and doesn’t look happy. He’s not into sharing. He’s too possessive. “Well if you don’t have enough confidence in your skills, we should drop it,” I say, egging him on.

  “I’ve got the confidence,” he hisses. “It seems kind of gay on my end if I happen to lose, which, by the way, I’m ninety-nine percent
sure I won’t.” He drills a stare at me. “I don’t think I could stand to feel another man’s cock rubbing against mine when I’m pumping inside you.”

  “You wouldn’t be touching each other.”

  “Yeah, but I’d still feel him in there.” He starts grinding his teeth together.

  “Here I thought you’d be too possessive for that, and it turns out the hang-up isn’t about sharing me, it’s about fear of it being too gay?” I say. I’m a little peeved now.

  “Who chooses the third?”

  “You can, but you can’t choose someone disgusting. I’ll even let you pick a man who’s dressed in drag if you want,” I say and then laugh. “Then it’ll seem like you’re with two women.” I’m full-out laughing now and Levi glares at me.

  “Hell no. I don’t want the guy getting off on my dick rubbing against his. That’s even more gay.”

  Silence stretches between us as I gain control of my urge to laugh at him. He’ll take the bet. I know my husband well. He won’t be able to pass because he’s pretty certain he can win it.

  “How long do I have before you win?”

  “I’ll be generous because I don’t think you can do it, and I’m a patient woman. How about setting the deadline at midnight on New Year’s Eve? That gives you over six months.”

  He smiles and then leers at me. “Deal.”

  He growls a sound of contentment and pulls me closer. “It’s going to be a special beginning to the New Year. I can imagine it now. You’re going to be my fuck slave.”

  “Your Fuckerella?”

  He laughs. “It’s going to be fucktastic.”

  “Utter fucktopia.”

  “For me,” he says. “For you? Not so much.”

  Levi

  I walk into the now-familiar adult store and nod to the same old man who’s always stationed at the register. This stop won’t take long. I know exactly what I’m buying. Down past the DVDs and mainstream toys, the more deviant devices are displayed. I walk straight to the black leather flogger with stingers at the ends. I’d been eyeing it for several weeks. Now it’s time to buy.