Erotic Short Stories: Rough and Wild

Story Three - My Dominant Husband Part One

Story Three - My Dominant Husband Part One

Some of you will judge me harshly upon reading this glimpse into my life. I am an educated woman and business owner. I run employees and meetings all day, every workday, but when I’m home… When I’m home, I’m not quite so bossy or alpha female, if you will. When I cross the threshold of my home, especially if he’s there ahead of me, I become quite the little submissive.

You know the old saying from those sexist men we all love to hate? “I like my woman barefoot and pregnant…” Which basically means stupid and subservient. But this isn’t what I am or what he wants from me. So let me explain that those kinds of guys that want to keep women under their feet, I’m totally not into them. Those assholes that keep their women fearful, much too afraid to leave the horrible conditions they live in. Oh, this type of situation makes me want to punch a guy and beat him to a bloody pulp! My man would probably help me.

No, the difference here is that when I am submissive, when I get home with my man, he knows how smart and sexy I am. He loves to take me out and show other men how smart, and dare I say, sexy I am. He loves it when I put them in their place with my sharp wit and intelligence when answering questions that would bore most women.

So, to say that when I walk into my front door, my p***y quivers and soaks my panties just thinking, wondering what he had in store for me, for us today. Oh my. Will he have me pleasure him, or will he pleasure me? His vivid imagination brings all manner of kinky and seductive positions and scenarios into our bedroom play. But not just the bedroom. The bathroom, kitchen, front porch, pool, the car, the hood of the car, the grocery store parking lot. That was so much fun. My n*****s are hardened little points just thinking about it.

Today as I pulled into the driveway, I notice he was already home. We’ve been married twelve years, but it is far from a boring relationship, can you tell? I love the way his mind works and he adores me. I feel a rush of excitement because the kids won’t be home until later tonight. We will be alone for hours and if I know my man, and I do, he will have something fun planned for this evening.

I call out to him as I enter. The cool rush from the AC after the sweltering Florida heat feels good on my skin. I drop my bag and keys by the door and toe off my shoes. I didn’t hear an answer, so after peering into the living room and kitchen, I head down the hallway towards our bedroom. My footfalls are quite upon the carpet. As I neared our bedroom, I heard the shower running and for a moment consider joining him until I notice what is on the bed. Did I mention how inventive he is? Upon the bed is a short note.

“Put this on and assume the position.” Well, I wondered briefly, as I have in the past, where he found these “toys”. But I don’t wonder too long as I hear the shower stop and I rush quickly to do as I’m told.

I haven’t had a chance to change out of my clothes, so I am wearing a skirt and matching top. Casual professional style they call it, I don’t really care much about clothes, but I do take off my underwear and fling them towards the hamper. I take the black hood that is lying on the bed and place it over my head. Darkness overcomes me. I go to my knees at the end of the bed and wait, my heart beating rapidly. I’m not afraid, but there is a bit of danger. We have a safe word just in case, but I’ve never used it. I like a little pain with my pleasure and he knows it. My excitement comes in the knowledge that he will possess me completely in ways that I may not like or approve of. He will take that part of me that is ingrained to be a “good girl” and demolish it. And I’m going to love every minute.

The door to the adjoining bathroom opens. I hear his feet drag upon the carpet. He’s a big guy, over 6 feet tall but agile, so very agile. I know he must see me by now, on the floor, on my knees, awaiting his desires. I hear him as he opens the closet door and rummages around. I know that is where he keeps our sexy toys. I rifle through the inventory in my head. What is he going to pick? Dildo, handcuffs, vibrator, n****e clips, flogger? The suspense is killing me, which I’m sure is the point.

Finally, he speaks, “Stand.” Which I do, using the bed as a crutch to haul myself off my knees.

“Face the bed and spread your legs”. He says to me in a very gruff voice. I wonder if he is mad? I do not know, and I dare not ask at this time. He wouldn’t like to be interrupted. I do as he says, feeling a little hesitant, not knowing, not seeing…so many thoughts right now. I felt him place his large hand on my shoulder. The heat of his hand gave me goosebumps through the fabric and onto my skin, which is now a little chilled.

“What did you do today?” He asked me. I was not expecting to be questioned in any fashion. I was a little confused. I had to pull myself out of one mindset and into another to answer the question.

“Today I had meetings about the budget and then with marketing for the new campaign. Nothing very interesting,” I answered. I was feeling very curious about what answer he could possibly want from me. Something was clearly on his mind this evening.

“How was your lunch?”, he practically growled his question at me. I gasped when I realized what he was getting at. He quickly pushed me faced down on the bed roughly. I squealed a little at the rough, unexpected treatment. “I had lunch with the office team at Manatee Grille after the meeting!” I rushed out hoping he didn’t think that I was trying to lie to him. I just hadn’t remembered!

“Did my p***y get taken care of at this lunch?”, he breathed roughly into my ear.

“Did you let him touch what is mine?” His voice was possessive, angry. His hand on my back was pushing me hard into the bed. This was not how we play. I was very nervous. He had his other hand up and away a little, and he had something in it, I realized vaguely. I couldn’t take a moment to figure out what, because I had to make sure he knew who was at the lunch and calm him down. His jealous rage was making me quiver and shake. I felt a little annoyed that my core gushed at this treatment. But this was my real life, not some fantasy, so I hurriedly tried to explain.

“Meg, Matt, Tina and Sam were all with me!”, I stammered. “I was with co-workers! Not out with another man! Well, technically one of them was a man but--“.

He cut me off. “I saw how cozy you were with him! You were practically in his lap!” He yelled at me. I could tell he was furious. This was no game for him. His jealousy had ruined our fun tonight. Nothing worse than being accused of something that didn’t happen!

Now here I was, voluntarily I might add, hood on my head, panties off, expecting some erotic love-making, but instead I was having to explain that I joined my employees for a fun lunch. One employee happened to be a guy! Big deal! Well, now I’m starting to get mad myself. I tried to rear off the bed out from under his palm, but he had me at a disadvantage of course. Once I would have liked it in other circumstances.

“Let me up!” I cried out. I was not having this conversation in this position. But he had other plans. I felt him lift my skirt up with his free hand. I struggled wildly, but he used both hands to simultaneously subdue me and pull up my skirt to my hips exposing my bare ass cheeks.

My hands were free, so I was pushing up, but he was pushing down. I felt a slap to my ass and realize he had a belt in his hand the whole time. I redouble my efforts to get away and slide off the bed onto the floor. As he lands a second slap, it lands on my thigh as I land on the floor. I yanked the hood to pull it off, but he grabbed me and threw me back on the bed. I struggled to get away.

I felt him over me holding me down with his entire lower half. I feel his erection against my thigh and I moan, I really wanted something else tonight! He climbs on top of me and wraps his legs around my thighs. He puts one hand on my back again and his other had slaps against my buttocks making me cry out. He spanks me again and again with his hand. He must have lost the belt in the struggle. I would have liked this earlier, if this was my choice. I would have enjoyed the pain knowing I would receive pleasure later. Instead, all I felt was a fire on my backside. I can feel the angry welts rising. He finally loosened his hold on me. I am sobbing into the hood. I yank at it trying to get it off, so I can face him and dare I say blast him for his assumptions!

Finally, I am able to get the hood off. My hair is in disarray all around my face, so before I can even utter a word, I have to get myself under control! I glared at his naked form. Of course, he came straight out of the shower. I want to yell and scream at him! I’m trying to get myself under control. It won’t do for me to be irrational as well. He knows I don’t cheat! I have no desire for anyone else like that. I don’t flirt, and I don’t make myself available to other guys in any way. My demeanor and my wedding rings say I’m not available. Guys don’t even bother trying with me! If I’m honest, I do miss flirting, but I enjoy being married to this man more. I never compromise my marriage vows in any way.