The sun peeked through the skylights of the master bedroom, and Anna stared out the floor to ceiling picture windows that overlooked the majestic lake framed by distant mountains. It had required a work of the heart to renovate the run down cottage to their demanding satisfaction, but both she and Allen refused any kind of curtain that would block the power of their view. The sunrise display of yellows and pinks diffused across the sky, but her exhausted brain refused to enjoy the gift given to her eyes.
The expensively decorated room led to a huge master bath and an elegant combination of tile and granite, but hours of careful design choice were a long distant past. Lakefront property for successful career executives made sense; but the baby would be walking soon, and they feared for her safety surrounded by so much damned water. They had plans to sign the realtor’s paper work later that day.
Allen moved in his sleep. Her body had grown soft and curvy with pregnancy, but his remained rock hard with chiseled biceps and abs. The reddish tinge to his day’s beard complimented the neatly trimmed brown hair, and she knew there were killer brown eyes underneath the deep sleep.
In another life, Anna would have curled next to his natural dominance for Saturday morning warmth and protection. She would have relinquished control of her body to the unique combination of pain and pleasure that formed the foundation of their private lifestyle. His hand would have found its way sharply to her willing ass, and the warmth of the sting would generate the slow tingles to ignite moisture deep inside her core and connect all the intimate parts of her body.
She thought of the plugs, clamps, vibrators, and restraints of her past life and knew they gathered dust from neglect in the bedside drawer. Instead of asking for play in the respectful submissive voice they both found so incessantly hot, she curled back into a little ball of self-pity and closed her eyes to the changes in her life. First the miscarriage, then the long and difficult pregnancy, and finally the birth of the beautiful little girl a month too early. Delivering life under an umbrella of anxiety, Anna never caught up to her new world. Adjustments to career and routine brought new challenges every day, and she tried to find balance, but the yin and yang of her life never aligned.
Her new world was half an effort to motherhood and half an effort to corporate America, and her inability to devote to neither brought the first failures of her life. The baby struggled with miserable colds and viruses from constant daycare. Her tiny persona fought sleep with a vengeance and saved her crabbiest time of day for the dinner hour when Anna searched for quiet bonding. As her daughter made more soft noises through the monitor, Anna’s self-pity took a turn towards resentment, and she struggled to fight off the accompanying guilt.
Allen woke a few minutes later and rose slowly. The baby may have a pitiful mother, but Allen was a fantastic father. Through the monitor, Anna could hear him speak to their daughter as he fed and changed her before delivering a soft song to return her to sleep. Anna knew he would guarantee the baby’s safety and comfort, but the overpowering remorse kept her awake until he returned to their bedroom.
She opened one eye as he entered, but the magnificence of his body opened her eyes a bit more. He had no stretch marks, no chubby little tummy, and no saggy tits. After months of pregnancy and child rearing, she had long abandoned the feel of the soft, silky sheets against her skin for a pair of flannel bottoms and baggy t-shirt that hid her body from his sight.
Before the baby, her tits were her best asset. They were the perfect size for his hands and a mouthful when he took them. White, creamy globes that loved the feel of the clamps connecting to her pussy; the tingling sensation setting her body on fire as her mind moved away from the outside world to focus only on her pleasure. But like the rest of her body, her breasts abandoned her in motherhood. Despite vocal critics on every website, the complications of her career and travel made breastfeeding impossible, and she stopped after six months. She faced her failure each time she looked to smile of the beautiful little girl whose first tooth recently developed, despite her mother’s inability to deliver proper nutrition for the recommended time.
Confronted by her life, the tears began quickly. Allen paused by the side of her bed, and she knew he interpreted her dismal secret. Submission to his control was her choice long before they married, and communication made their unique relationship succeed. Allen could read her nonverbal messages as easily as her spoken word.
They had started with a strong contract outlining the strict rules of engagement, including a carefully chosen safe word she never used. Allen knew how to push her to achieve the most satisfaction for both of them, without breaking her spirit and enthusiasm. His knowledge of her needs and the message of her responses was all part of their secret language when he took her through a full range of emotions in singularly unique experiences. With some unspoken fear that submission wasn’t a gift for mothers and fathers, their sex life had been decidedly mainstream since she discovered her second pregnancy.
She heard him sigh, and the reality she couldn’t identify its meaning spoke volumes to a connection that frayed under the weight of parenthood. He reached for a handful of her tits, but she turned away to deny him the touch and choking sobs threatened to defeat her soul. Allen hesitated as seconds turned to a full minute before he responded with a sharp smack to her flannel covered bottom.
She turned in a glare of confusion, but her body began the internal dance that fueled her core. He scowled with the full dominance of his powerful personality, and she felt the tiniest bit of familiar submission to his authority. Her t-shirt was removed by his demanding hands but not before the sting on her bottom turned to a delicious warmth.
Naked from the waist up, she felt the cool morning air from the open windows blow against her sensitive nipples and felt a small sense of freedom. She waited for him to make the next move and when it didn’t come quickly enough, she wiggled her body slightly. The move brought a smirk to Allen’s eyes, and he traced the curves of her body with gentle fingertips. Starting at her neck, he worked down to take the great handfuls of her breast, and the ache between her legs grew even stronger. Slowly, he pinched and toyed with her nipples, pushing them to the hard peaks he so enjoyed.
When his hand moved inside her soft flannel pajama bottoms, she tried to help remove them, but a hard twist to her nipples reminded her assistance was unwelcome. Instinctively, she moved her hands to the top of the four poster bed and held on. It was what he would have expected from her in the past; the comfort of the location and the insistent pain on the tips of her breasts brought alive nerve endings she had forgotten existed. The signs of readiness began to seek the moisture deep between her legs.
Her pants were quickly removed, and she was embarrassed by the lack of sexual message her plain white cotton panties sent. She moved to hide them as a reminder she was a mother first, and no longer capable of being submissive to him, but her hands were caught quickly and he pulled them over her head. A strong grip on her wrists tightened as he took physical power over her body.
With nothing stopping him, Allen’s tongue tickled the ends of her nipples and she could only wiggle under his vise. Slowly and methodically, he traced around her areola with wet wisps of a touch. She moaned softly at his attempt to invade her soul with movement that fueled her ache. Clenching her legs together, she tried to control her need, but when his teeth made their first contact in months, she gasped.