Tymber Dalton - Domme By Default

I checked myself in the mirror and brushed my hair.

Slipped on my loafers. I could be leaving for work. I laid out an outfit for her to wear.

One I wanted her to wear.

She returned an hour later. She couldn't see me where I stood in the kitchen.

"Where are you?" she called out.

"Here."

She walked in and pulled up short, surprised by my appearance.

I took the grocery bags from her and kissed her, fighting the urge to drop to my knees before her.

"What's going on?" she asked.

I pulled her to me, kissing her hard. She resisted at first but I held on tighter. Then she relaxed against me as if something had given way inside her, giving herself to me.

"I'm giving you a break tonight," I said, gently holding her chin. "I want you to have a chance for some down time."

Her smile alone was worth this. "Thank you." Her eyes dropped to my wrist and she flicked the bracelet. "Down time?"

I shrugged. "Is it okay?"

She nodded. "It's okay."

I helped her put away the groceries. "I'm taking you out tonight," I said. "Okay?"

She nodded.

"Go get changed, baby. I left your clothes on the bed. It's what I want you to wear."

She grinned and raced out of the kitchen.

My cock throbbed and I fought the urge to follow her and fuck her right then.

I could get used to this.

I took her to one of our favorite restaurants. When the waitress appeared to take our order I immediately ordered for my wife without asking her, knowing what she liked. Her playful smile stirred my cock again. Maybe we wouldn't make the movie after all.

It was a good dinner. We talked, laughed, enjoyed each other's company.

When we finished and the waitress brought the check, I immediately reached for it, pulling my wallet out, calculating the tip, not even showing my wife the bill.

She sat back and smiled.

I still opened doors for her, because as far as I was concerned it's what good husbands do. I bought our movie tickets without asking if she wanted to see what I'd picked. I paid for the popcorn and soda and led her by the hand to the seats I wanted.

As the lights dimmed and the opening previews rolled, she leaned into my side and one hand dropped to my lap. My cock throbbed inside my pants and I grabbed her hand, gently squeezed it.

"Not here," I whispered. "I'll come in my pants."

She laced her fingers through mine and snuggled tightly against me. "Later?"

I nuzzled her temple and whispered in her ear, "If you're a good girl."

There was no mistaking her low, hungry moan. I knew if I slipped my hand inside her panties I'd find her soaking wet.

My heart raced. Part of me wanted to drag her out of there right then and fuck her in the back seat of the car. My mind whirled. I'd waffled about part of my plan, not sure if I had the balls to do it.

Now, I knew I did. For her.

After the movie, I firmly clasped her hand in mine and led her to the car. I'd parked far out in the lot, the passenger door facing away from the building. I set a slow, leisurely pace. By the time we reached the car, traffic from our movie crowd had thinned considerably.

And the lot was dark.

I gripped her right hand as I helped her in, then stopped her from swinging her legs inside the car. "Put your purse down," I ordered.

She set it on the floor and looked up at me, not speaking.

I'd turned off the dome light. The area was dark. Our car sat alone in a pool of inky blackness in the parking lot.

"Unzip me," I commanded.

She swallowed hard, but did.

"Suck me, baby."

She nearly took my knees out from under me, she went down so hard and deep on me. I firmly gripped the back of her head and groaned, trying not to shoot my load down her throat that fast.

I kept an eye out, no one around.

My wife always knew how to give me a great blow job, but tonight's was beyond compare. She eagerly worked her lips and tongue down my shaft. I fisted my hands in her hair and fucked my hips against her face.

"Get ready," I gasped.

She moaned as I came, swallowing every drop. I had to lean against the car for support because my legs were shaking.

I had to make her let go, she didn't want to stop sucking me and I'd already started getting hard again.

Patting the top of her head, I said, "That was very good, baby. Good girl. Zip me up so I can take you home."

She carefully tucked me away and looked up at me with eager eyes and a gorgeous smile.

I leaned in and kissed her. "That was fucking fantastic. Did you have fun?"

"Yeah!" Her voice sounded breathless, eager.

She'd be jumping me as soon as we walked in the door, I suspected. The question was, did I have enough willpower to finish the game I'd started for her?

When we got home she tried to squirm against me in the foyer and I carefully untangled her, firmly gripped her wrists.

"Go get in bed and wait for me," I softly commanded.

"Naked."

She ran to do it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forced myself not to race her to the bedroom.

Taking my time, I got a drink of water from the kitchen before making my way to the back of the house. She lay naked in our bed, spread-eagled and squirming, a seductive smile on her face.

"Like this?" she asked.

I leaned against the doorjamb. "Almost." I slowly loosened my tie, taking my time, making her wait and anticipate.

"Almost?"

"You won't look right until I've got you bouncing up and down on my cock, baby."

Her whole body flushed and she moaned, squirming.

I pulled my tie free and sat at the end of the bed. "Touch yourself for me."

She froze. This was one thing she'd never done, that I'd never asked. "What?"

"You heard me. I want to watch you finger yourself." I waited her out. I wanted to see her do this. If she flat out refused I wouldn't force her, but it certainly would lead to more talks as to why she didn't want to.

She closed her eyes as her right hand slowly moved toward her mound. "No," I said. "I want you to look at me."

She froze again. Again, I waited her out. She finally opened her eyes and took a deep breath while my cock throbbed in my pants. This was something I'd never had the nerve to ask before.

One finger, then two slipped between her legs. It took her a couple of minutes before her body overrode her emotions and she really started getting into it.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "Get yourself good and wet for me."

Her soft, mewling reply made me harder than I ever thought possible.

I stood, never breaking eye contact with her, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. "I want you to come for me before I finish undressing. If you're a good girl and do what I say, I'll go down on you and suck your clit."

She gasped, her hand speeding up between her legs.

Fuck that was hot!

And why had I not wanted to take charge for her before?

That would be because I'm a fucking moron, apparently.

I smiled and slowly slid my shirt off, dropped it in the hamper. "I'm going to take my tongue and fuck your sweet pussy with it," I said, enjoying the game.

Her responding gasp made my cock throb again.

Fuck.

I leaned over and propped my arms on the bed, "I'm going to slip a couple of fingers into that wet cunt while I lick your clit, baby. Would you like that?"

A slight sheen of sweat covered her body and she eagerly nodded, her eyes never leaving me. I reached out and stroked her chin. "Then you'd better come for me. Otherwise, I'm going to tie you up and leave you tied up all night long so you can't reach your pussy and I'm going to fuck you and not let you come until tomorrow morning."

She moaned, nearly frantic, her fingers buried between her legs. Damn I wanted to jump down there and help her!