Usually Lana Andrews enjoyed the possibility of being caught mid-coitus with her husband. Locked up in her parents’ house with a bunch of relatives around was one of the few times she didn’t want that.
“You ask a lot of me right now, baby.”
“I thought you might like it, actually. You’ve been so down recently, between holiday stress, work, and your illness. I’ll do all the work.” Ken flicked the tiny chain leash hanging from her new collar. “I know you like asserting yourself most of the time, but I think it’s good for you to relax once in a while and let your husband take care of you…”
“Take care of me?” Lana had to laugh at that. “The way you’re talking right now, Kenneth, I know you’re not thinking of anything slow or easy. You want to fuck my damned brains out.”
“Bunny, you know me too well.’ Ken sucked the bottom of her earlobe, his fingers circling one of her nipples through her sweater. Damn it for feeling good. Even if she weren’t paranoid about her marriage, would she be in the mood for this? Probably. Damn it! “Is it so bad for a man to want to completely dominate his beautiful wife? I guess I’ve missed you so much that all I can think about is taking you to the point you want to scream… but can’t.”
“You’ve thought about this.”
“Yes.”
A lot of people had the wrong impression about their dynamic. Those looking at them from the outside tended to assume that Lana was the dominant one in the relationship, even when she was being dominated by her husband. As if she were some total power bottom getting her way. In truth, Lana truly loved being dominated, especially by Ken. It was a facet of their relationship, but a powerful one. Sometimes all Lana could think about was her husband putting her “in her place,” providing domestic discipline, and spanking her until she was pink and raw.
She wasn’t sure that tonight was one of those nights.
“I love you, Bunny.”
He said it so sweetly that she nearly melted. Be careful, Lana. Your heart.
It was that blasted heart that sent her straight to Ken’s arms. It was that neglected body that succumbed to whatever he wanted to do. No, it was her mind that was the most vulnerable. Her mind knew what a bad idea it was, but it held no power in this situation. She was Ken’s, body, heart, and soul. He would never possess her mind, and normally that was okay. Lana could reconcile that. Yet tonight, as her husband stuffed her mouth with one of his silk ties and bound her to the headboard, Lana cursed her ability to separate her mind from the rest of her. Everything else inside her could go along with Ken’s plans for her. She could feel love. Aroused. Fulfilled. So why couldn’t she let her subconscious in on all the fun?
Because deep down, I know. She probably wasn’t the only woman Ken tied up, gagged, and fucked until she was begging for orgasm. There may be other women out there he claimed to love as much. Maybe he told them he was planning on divorcing her and marrying them. Were those girls dumb enough to believe it? How dare they! They would never be as good as Lana Losers, the original Mrs. Andrews.
I really am a loser, though. That thought cut short her climax, but not her husband’s. He came long, hard, and deep within her, his hot breath slamming against her chest as he stilled within her and unleashed himself.
Usually Lana found that moment the hottest. Her husband, a usually composed man, unable to control himself to the point his biological impulse took over and attempted to… well, did it really have to be said? We’ve role-played impregnation a few times… Lana wasn’t interested in becoming a mother, but damn if it wasn’t hot to hear her husband, her Master, whisper, “I’m gonna own your body,” just moments before his orgasm.
The reason that sort of thing turned her on was because, until now, Lana believed that she was the only woman her husband “owned.” No matter who else they played with, how many women they took on, Lana would always be Ken’s one and only when it came down to it. She didn’t hesitate to believe that, if her husband had to choose one woman for the rest of his life, it would be her. Wasn’t that what he declared when he married her ten years ago?