by Zoey Marcel
He strode quickly over to her and she felt weak in the knees at the sight of the strong, cut definition in his chest and abs. His arms bulged with muscle, but his impressive look was entirely natural. He was against steroids, and she loved that he’d opted to obtain his godlike physique without them.
His phoenix tattoo and the armband with her name in the center on his other arm were beyond sexy. She loved tattoos on a man, and had considered getting one herself eventually, though she still didn’t know what.
“Don’t run away, sweetheart. I want to talk to you.” He put his arm around her, catching her when she nearly toppled over from internal hysteria. “I’ve got you, sunshine. I won’t hurt you. Just sit down with me for a minute.”
Jill clung to the hard, searing heat of his torso as he walked her over to the couch. She nearly fainted with dread when she saw the small black box on a TV tray near the end of the couch—her key to slavery. Probably the mysterious substitute for whatever the hell a Collar of Consideration was.
“Did you go to the bar?” he asked with trace hints of displeasure in his tone.
She wanted to say, “Fuck you. I did and what of it?” But the box, his strength, and the sticky panties that clung to her swollen folds had her distracted and meek.
“Yeah,” she quietly confessed, startled by the amount of guilt she let creep into the word.
Ben stopped walking and positioned her so she faced him. He tilted her chin so their eyes met. “You know I don’t like it when you go drinking alone.”
Her gaze darted away from his when she remembered that she hadn’t been alone.
He squeezed her jaw until she returned to his reprimanding brown eyes. “Or with him. I told you that you weren’t to see Judah or talk to him ever again. Do you remember that?”
“I didn’t meet him there or anything. He was already at the bar when I got there. I didn’t even get drunk.” Why was she attempting to pacify his exasperation? She should chew him out for forbidding her to see one of her closest friends ever again. What was happening to her? What kind of terrible shadow had fallen over Ben and given him this much control over her will?
“That’s hardly the point, Jill. I gave you an order and you disobeyed me.”
She felt small and helpless instead of ticked off and indignant. Why? Would he punish her? Would she actually let him this once?
“How do you expect our children to respect me if you don’t? They need an example, Jill, and I need you to be that example for them.”
Oh dear god! Tell him to fuck off! Don’t listen to this bullshit. Why aren’t you cussing him out and running out the door, you idiot?
“And what kind of example is it to them if their mother comes home smelling like vodka?”
“They won’t know it’s vodka.” Her lips twitched and she felt proud of her inner brat for surfacing and sassing the prick.
The sudden coldness in his harsh glare warned her. “You think that’s funny, Jill?”
She grimaced. “No, Sir.”
The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think of stopping them.
Oh, shit! What did I just call him?
His eyes darkened with lust and an obvious power surge. He pulled her into his chest with a cautious speed as though he knew she was fragile and didn’t want to break her. Feeling the hard muscle and smoldering heat of his masculine flesh against her cheek wreaked havoc on her libido.
Ben wasn’t arguing with her and telling her how it was going to be. He just held her close and his hand slid up under her baby-pink tank top to soothe her with gentle caresses on her back. Her erratic heartbeat slowly steadied until she couldn’t feel it thumping hard in her chest. The subdued, tranquil sound of his heart beat gently in her ear, bringing her a familiar peace and oneness.
The hug wasn’t the reassurance that he would back down with her. It was the quiet promise that he wouldn’t rest until she understood her own hidden needs and his. She’d rather he fought with her so she had an excuse to leave. At least with arguing she could turn defensive to hide her divided nature and mixed feelings.
But this, here and now in the most deafening silence she had ever known, it was impossible to hide from him. Her vulnerability and the calming effect his strength had on her were laid bare for him to see.
She could stay strong and defy him when he copped an aggressive attitude with her, but when he showed this unspoken power, this quiet strength of his, it made her weak. Surrender was the only option when he held her against him like this. With his strong, thick arms wrapped around her she felt small, consumed, and above it all was a feeling that scared her the most. She felt safe.
“I need this, Jill,” he said calmly but with undertones of earnest passion. “I need this so fucking bad it hurts.”
The shivers rolled through her like a glacial wind, but then the cold fear gave way to a strange feeling of acceptance that switched the dial to inferno. Her body burned and alternately chilled as she trembled in his arms.
“Ben,” she whispered in an uneven tone.
“Shh.” He pulled her somehow closer to his drool-worthy body and stroked his hands all over her back, keeping her locked in his embrace. “Don’t speak, just feel.”
But she didn’t want to feel. Feeling was dangerous and soul-baring. She’d rather talk them both out of it than fall prey to this conquering silence that bore an almost spiritual intensity.
“I know you’re scared, sweetheart, but you know I would never hurt you. I just want what’s best for us. Don’t you want that, honey?”
She swallowed, feeling warm and woozy at the testosterone essence of his exposed skin that clouded her senses and better judgment. “Yeah.”
“And you agree all these attempts at equality aren’t working? We’re both too alpha to live with equal authority, aren’t we?” Still holding her against him, he used one hand to loosen the drawstring on her gray yoga pants and pushed them gradually down her legs while he spoke. “Answer your husband, Jill.”
She shuddered at the helpless sense of uncertainty. Exactly how far did he intend to take this? “Yes.”
Ben massaged her buttocks through the hot-pink lace of her panties. “And you have to admit that when you run our household it’s a disaster. We’ve tried equality and having you wear the pants and neither of those things worked, did they?”
She gulped and stiffened when his hand dipped into her underwear and made featherlight trails in her butt crack. “No.”
“Don’t fight it, love. Just be still and see where it takes you,” Ben cooed as he seesawed his broad finger into the forbidden crevice, slowly seducing her trust and acceptance. “But we never tried having me run the show, did we?”
She panicked. “You did those last few years of our marriage before I left.”
“No, Jill. I tried to wear the pants and you wouldn’t let me.” He lowered his finger and ran maddening circles around the ultrasensitive opening of her anus. “You fought me every step of the way and never gave me a chance to try things my way. That’s hardly fair, is it? Is it?”
She let out a soft, defenseless cry when he poked his finger into her ass up to the first knuckle as he repeated the question. Her pussy wept helplessly as she struggled to get away from him and then clung to him for refuge, unable to comprehend her body’s responses to any of this.
“No, Ben. It’s not fair, but—”
“I don’t want us to fight anymore, Jill.”
He slowly pushed the sheer lace down her butt, leaving it to cling to her thighs. His finger forged deeper into her tight passage and she came up on her toes briefly with a startled outcry.
“No more barriers, love. I want us to be stripped naked for each other in every sense of the word. I’ll lay all my secrets out on the table and I expect you to do the same for me. I want to know you completely, and you’ll know me the same way.”
“Said the man caught jerking off to porn,” she sassed him in a shaky voice.
“I never watched po
rn before our separation. I still don’t with the exception of that one video I had custom made when Neil and I started seeing each other.” Ben lazily finger-fucked her, speaking calmly as though he didn’t have his digit lodged up her quivering asshole. “You were gone over seven years and I didn’t want to break faith with you, but I needed some kind of outlet for all this built-up tension.”
“I didn’t know they made custom porn.” This was good. They were talking. Words had the ability to drown out the telling silence and suppress dangerous feelings that threatened to destroy.
“Yeah, there’s this place that will act out a script you write, or you can send in a basic idea of a fantasy and they’ll make you a video. It’s expensive, but it was a nice way for me to pretend you were here being a good, submissive little wife I could cherish and fuck whenever I wanted to.”
A hot flash flared up in her belly and face. She loved it when Ben said “fuck.” It always did delightfully wicked things to her body.
His finger slipped out of her back door and he pulled her undies back up for her. A light smack filled the nerve-racking silence as his hand barely swatted her ass, grabbing it possessively upon impact. The bulge in his jeans shifted and grew when she jumped a little and lost her breath.
“I’m going to spank you now, Jill,” he told her in a no-nonsense kind of tone.
“What?” she whispered, feeling her mouth fall open and her body quake with trepidation. He’d only ever spanked her in bed for their enjoyment, but somehow she knew this time wasn’t about fun and sex. He was going to discipline her for not listening to him.
“I don’t have a choice, honey. You need to be punished for disobeying me. It’s the only way you’ll learn.”
Don’t have a choice? Yeah, right.
He pulled her back and cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Look at me.”
Her eyes rose to meet his light-brown ones. They were stern but affectionate.
“I don’t want you talking to the man you cheated on me with.” His hold on her face firmed when her eyes dropped and misted with shame. “Look at me.”
She reluctantly lifted her eyes again to meet his commanding gaze.
“You feel guilty right now as you should, but this is going to help you feel better.” Ben let go of her face and took her gently by the hand, guiding her to the couch. He sat down and looked at her with a calm, serious expression. “Lie down on my lap, Jill.”
She hesitated in shock. God, he was serious. He fully intended to punish her for disobedience. Her eyes darted toward the door, weighing out her odds of getting away, or him catching her before she made her escape.
“Don’t even think about it.” Ben’s dark eyes warned her and he patted his lap again expectantly. “You deserve to be punished for disobeying me, and you will be. Lie down, Jill. I’m not going to ask you again.”
Jill’s body was a mess of fearful tremors as her emotions waned in and out of excitement, confusion, and a sense of humiliation. She climbed onto the couch with him and lay across his lap.
Ben smoothed his hand over the protective lace shielding her nervous rump from him. “Good girl. This is going to make you a better wife, honey.” He slowly pushed the panties off her butt, unveiling her bare bottom. “And it’s going to make me a better husband. It’ll bring us closer together, and our marriage will be that much stronger because of it.”
Right. How stupid do you think I am, Sergeant Dumbass?
“Your ass is completely tan. That reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask you, did you use tanning beds when you were living in California?”
Jill squirmed, battling the urge to lie to him, but she confessed the truth. “No. I swim in a bikini a lot.”
“That’s fine, but a bikini generally covers your ass. You should have a tan-line, but you don’t. That means you either skinny-dipped or you wore a G-string thong bikini bottom.” He did not sound happy as he petted her exposed buttocks. “Which is it, Jill?”
She grimaced and swallowed nervously. “I wore a thong bikini.”
She cringed and tried to smother the pained outcry when his hand came down hard on her rear end.
“You showed off this gorgeous ass to other men? My hot little ass?”
Her butt clenched in apprehension. “Yeah, but they just looked at it. They didn’t touch me.”
Oh crap, that wasn’t the thing to say.
Ben proved this with two angry slaps to her taut bottom. “I don’t want other men seeing my wife’s ass, thank you very much, except for Neil. That’s it. And don’t clench your ass cheeks. You’re going to feel every painful spanking I give you and take it like a good girl. Got it?”
“Yes, Ben,” she responded quietly. Her eyes stung a bit from being put in her place by her husband. This was so strange and for some reason it felt right to let him take control and punish her for defiance. That scared her immensely.
“You don’t want me to throw your past mistakes back up in your face? Then don’t spend time with the bastard.” He rotated between a series of powerful slaps in one spot to placing a single swat here and there strategically all over her tush. “Every time I see you with him it’s like a knife in my heart.”
Tears blurred her vision, but she fought to keep them from falling.
“You won’t talk to him ever again. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
His palm fondling her sore, warmed-up loaf evoked sharp prickles over her sensitized skin, and his praise at her obedience made her feel valuable and worthy of him again.
What kind of sick, twisted, dumbass feelings are these?
“Don’t hold back with me, Jill. You cry if you have to. I want your tears, your remorse, and your submission. I want it all.”
Her tears nearly spilled over when he continued to spank her, but she restrained them, though with difficulty. He wanted her to cry? Fuck him. He would never have her tears or her submission.
Ben let up on the spankings and rubbed her flaming ass. “I would do anything to save our marriage, babe. Would you?”
Jill couldn’t answer that because she didn’t know. She would do anything to save their marriage, but a power exchange? No dumbass man was fit to lead her around. She knew best, and men were uninformed dicks, no offense to them or anything.
“What we’ve been doing isn’t working.” He dragged his fingertips in a whispering trail over the hot skin of her butt cheeks, causing tiny shivers of awareness to ripple through her conquered body. “Obviously the answer lies elsewhere. We have to fix this, sunshine. We owe it to ourselves and to our kids. I don’t know about you, but I’ve invested way too much of myself in this marriage to call it quits now.”
“I already agreed to stay with you, Ben.”
“But not to submit. If we don’t try something different we’ll keep fighting and end up right back where we started the night you left me and betrayed me. I don’t want to go through that again, do you?”
Her eyes closed and her throat ached. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” His finger invaded her dripping pussy, stealing an embarrassingly loud gasp from her. “Jesus, Jill, I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before. I saw you with your hand down your pants when you caught me watching that video.”
She blushed, unwilling to answer him. He chuckled and she swore to God it was the sexiest laugh she’d ever heard.
“You’re too soaking wet for this to just be from watching something dirty. You masturbated afterward and apparently more than once.”
He thrust his finger with agonizing slowness into her hot, achy vagina. The pain of sexual denial escalated and she burned with animal need to be filled and stretched by her husband’s cock.
“Does the thought of domestic discipline and men asserting control over their naughty wives turn you on?”
“I don’t know.” Her cunt answered for her with a fresh flow of her cream over his inserted finger.
“I think you do.”
His f
inger retreated and her pussy clenched for her little friend only to feel the void of emptiness in its place. Her voice became pleading to a level that stunned and would probably disgust her later. “No. Please touch me. You feel so good.”
Ben’s erection hardened and jumped suddenly in his jeans. His hushed voice came out husky and masculine. “I knew you wanted this as much as I did.”
Jill panicked. He couldn’t know. She was in control, not him. “You’re reading too deeply between the lines, Ben.”
“Am I? How many times did you make yourself come, Jill? If you lie to me or refuse to answer I’ll keep spanking you.” His tone deepened and became murky. “And if that doesn’t work there are other options. Tell the truth. I’ll know if you’re lying to me.”
To her surprise, she obeyed and told him the truth. “Twenty.”
His cock seemed to harden and grow thicker still in his pants. “You gave yourself twenty orgasms after watching that video?”
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling exposed as she waited for his response.
Ben took her panties completely off and tossed them aside. He pushed her to her feet and got up like he was on a mission all of a sudden. He led her by the hand up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.
“Shut the door.”
They were the only ones in the house, so it was unnecessary, but she did what he asked without question.
Ben removed a key from his pocket and knelt on the carpet in front of a chest. He unlocked the trunk as he spoke. “I had these clothes made just for you from a place that specializes in fashions from other eras.”
Oh my god. He didn’t.
“I got you some sexy heels from that era, too.” He lifted the lid of the trunk to reveal a pile of colorful material and some nifty-looking high heels that were several inches tall. “Most of these are designed like in the 1950s, but I also had some made for you from the 1940s, since you like that time period so much.”
She stood there in complete shock. Her spouse was a lunatic plain and simple. Who the hell kept a chest of retro clothing and heels for their feminist wife? Was he really that desperate for a wooden spoon to the balls?
