Out of Character (Bondage) [MF]

I am a gentle man. I am slow to anger…happy…excitable. The tail wagging, overly affectionate labrador waiting at the door with a smile for my wife’s return. I wouldn’t call myself submissive exactly…I just absolutely adore my wife. Sex with her has always felt like something of an act of worship…an offering of my body, and sweat and strain answered with the joyous sound of her gasps and moans…her trembling legs wrapped around my shoulders…her hands clawing at my hair as she pulls me closer…her hips bucking hungrily against mine…But, I must admit, no one would ever call me dominant….I tell you this because it is relevant to the events of the past week. So:

Last Thursday, my wife was out of town for a conference. I had been clawing my way through a miserable day and, in a rare feat, had completely lost my temper during a call with one of my employees. I was sitting there fuming…sipping on warm bourbon because I was too distracted to go get ice…. and texting my wife. I didn’t want told her about my day but didn’t want to admit how mad I still was. But, to no surprise, she could feel the difference in my texts… “aggressive” she called it….but, to lots of surprise, it turned her on….a lot….the situation devolved and within the hour she was spread naked across her hotel bed following my instructions while I told her how I wanted her to touch herself….telling her exactly what I wanted her to think about….me throwing her across the bed and pinning her hips to the mattress…me taking her…fucking her fast and greedy…my hand on her throat…me using her to make myself feel better about my shitty fucking day….she came hard…exactly when I told her to, exactly how I told her to…her moans pouring across the cell connection were the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard…we chatted until 3am…both high and shaky form our orgasms…the last thing she sent me before she fell asleep was “you should dom me more” and I, in glowing pride, started hashing my plans.

My wife’s flight arrived around 7pm Saturday. Which gave me a full day to prepare myself…I laid in bed until nearly noon…running through schemes and replaying our night together searching for inspiration. I showered, shaved and dressed and headed to the mall. An hour later I was headed home…gripping the wheel to stop my hands from shaking and nearly ramming my car off the road twice while I looked at the pile of neatly wrapped parcels next to me. I waited….and waited…and at 7:56 I heard the soft purr of her car rolling up into the driveway.

I stood in the hall…swirling my rocks glass…watching the ice roll and rattle around the crystal walls in the small pull of amber…a small black parcel sitting on the entryway table…my heart lept when I heard the grating of her key sliding into the heavy deadbolt. And then she was home, I fought back the grin and panicked glee (She’s home! She’s home!), and replaced the reflex with a small calm smile…she placed her bag on the floor and walked over to hug me…standing on tiptoe to kiss me, which I met with a slow firm bite of her lower lip….I felt her lips pull into a smile at the bite…felt her breath catch then return, quicker now…I took a step away from her and picked up the box holding it out to her…. “put this on and meet me in the study”…and I left her there, her look of confusion breaking into a grin of excitement as she opened the box and drew out a neat bundle of red lace and silk….

I heard the pad of her stockinged feet on the hard wood of the study and looked up from my chair as she strode into the room….all beauty and confidence…..the red lace of the bra and panties and garter …the clean black lines of the suspenders and stockings…all playing a wonderful contrast across her soft tan skin…I stood up calmly and downed what was left of my drink as I motioned for her to come closer. As she drew up to me, my hands found her hips, trailing up her sides, across her breasts….one hand wrapping around her throat as the other knotted in her hair…holding her face tilted up at me as I leaned down to kiss her….as her lips found mine and parted, I let the cool sting of liquor slip from my mouth in a trickle…she gave a soft purr and opened wider…I kissed her as I felt her through working under my fingers to swallow. I bit her again…cooling the sting with a slow lap of my tongue across the trapped flesh. She pressed her body against mine and I shuddered as I felt her against the tight throbbing mound of my cock straining against my jeans.

“Kneel”

She looked up at me…her big brown eyes flaring in a moment of anger then melting back to dreamy obedience. She knelt…one knee at a time…her hands trailing down the hard muscle of my chest and stomach…coming to rest at my hips as she looked meekly up at me….

“Undo them”….she obeyed

“I want you to suck my cock but only until I say stop…you may touch yourself but only until I say stop…if you disobey…” I let the sentence trail off….I knew she wouldn’t obey…but I also knew that I had stashed two lengths of cord in desk drawer that afternoon …

Without pause she parted her lips and leaned into me…taking most of my shaft into her mouth with a low moan as I felt her tongue swirl around the head…tasting the precum as her eyes fluttered closed….she fell into rhythm…bobbing her head as her hands pressed against my hips…I felt one hand leave me and watched hit slip under the waist of her lacy panties….her lips opened in a gasp as she found her wet slit….

“Stop”

With a tremble she obeyed…I was impressed…and a little disappointed…I had plans for the cord…

“Let me taste….you can continue”

She returned to bobbing her head…her hand rising obediently up to my lips…her fingers were glistening as the slipped into my mouth…I gave a growl as I licked the taste of her off her fingertips…sucking the sweet slick nectar…she tasted like peaches…

Her hand went back once more….working in desperate circles under the silk…I felt my body tense as I neared orgasm…she sensed it to and with a moan sped her tempo…desperate laps of her tongue caressed against my cock as my moans echoed through the empty house…

“STOP”

I felt her tense momentarily, but she did not obey, her hands grabbed my thighs and held me in place as I tried to pull back….I finally caught her hair and pulled her off of me…my cock popping free from her lips in a trail of drool…She looked into my eyes and fixed me with a pout…breaking into a devious grin “I want to taste you” she purred…

“You disobeyed…stand up”

She crinkled her nose but rose to stand haughtily before me…She gave a little squeak as I hoister her over my shoulder and carried her to the desk…plopping her down with soft thump and pulling her back to her feet to stand pressed against the cool wood…

“Turn around and press your palms flat against the desk”…she obeyed.

She knew what was coming. She took a step back and raised her ass…presenting herself to me…My palm landed across her ass with a sharp crack…drawing from her a gasp chased with a shivering moan…twice…three times…my left hand found her breast in a squeeze…four…five….I bent down to kiss the now pink flesh…soft gentle kisses and long laps of my tongue…then I bit the soft flesh and rose to fetch the chord…

“Strip”…she obeyed…hands trembling

I picked up my glass and tipped the ice into my mouth…walking back I slid my hands across her breasts in a squeeze then, bending down pressed my lips around the tip of her breast…working the cold ice against her hard nipple as she gasped….

“Turn around”…she obeyed

I tied her in wrists to the back legs of the desk…holding her bent over…bare breasts pressed against the cool wood. I knelt behind her taking holding as I leaned in to take a slow lap of her wet mound…I lifted her legs…spreading them to present her more fully for my tongue and lips…I closed my mouth over her in a slow suck as my tongue worked in slow laps along her lips…slipping between them as she moaned…

I stood and held her hips…guiding my cock into her with a single thrust…I took her….just how I said I would ; fast and greedy…she strained on her tiptoes…legs trembling. The desk rocking with a dull knocking as my hips rolled…slamming against the toned tight curves of her ass…I moaned when I felt how wet she was…dripping warm slickness which smeared across our thighs….I lifted her head off the desk by her hair so I could hear the sounds of her moans cleared…the frantic mumbling begging me to cum inside her…our screams twined together as we climaxed…the warm flood filling her with wave after wave…spilling out around my cock…when I drew out of her she collapsed onto the desk…legs shaking…dripping my seed out of her onto the hard floor…

And now I am sitting at that desk typing this…. staring at the chords we still haven’t untied…trying to ignore my throbbing cock and the warm smears of precum against my thigh. Trying to find some way to keep myself entertained while I wait for my wife to come home.

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