Married Ch 12 aka Lessons and Manners

Still spinning off her first orgasm of the night, she looked into those wide dark blue eyes she recognized from being aroused and listened to the sound of his raspy voice, “I wanna fuck you in every room of this house.”

Hanley stared up at Chris who was still hovering over her, his smile lines crinkling around his eyes, “What?!” She smiled, not being able to keep it inside. The idea was more than a little crazy, and somewhat of disrespect to Hanley and her marriage, but at the same time, entertaining. She had to admit that would be fun.

Chris looked around the room quickly and then back down to Hanley under him, “You heard me. Every room in this house,” he watched her eyebrows raise in amusement, “I want you to look around your home and remember something about us in every room you’re in. This room,” his sight darted to the living space next to them, “and that room,” and then they flew to the viewable kitchen, “and that one too.” His long eyelashes seemed to catch the wind as he looked back down to her, “Every room in your home.”

She shook her head. There was no way he was going to be able to keep up with every room over the next few hours, even if he stayed the night, he wouldn’t be able to come that many times, “You’re crazy,” she beamed at him, liking the sexual idea but not believing him.

“Okay well,” he seemed to be backtracking his words, “Maybe not fuck, but definitely make you come.” He let her have the thoughts and let it sink in, carefully examining her expression from smiling excitedly to disbelief and possibly concern. He did his best to keep a straight face with only a small smirk.

She remained silent and only stared at him. Her eyes scattered down his face to his lips thinking about the possibilities and the never ending orgasms she would have all night. All of the sexual acts he could perform on her and they could do together… in her own home. The home she shared with her husband – Timothy.

“You welcomed me into your home, Kitten, and within minutes, I felt you up, ate your ass, I fucked your face and I came inside you. See a pattern, here? Don’t tell me you don’t remember who was in charge at the hotel when we were together…”

“Yeah but I thought that–”

“No Kitten, you don’t think. I do. That’s what makes it feel so good. You leave the thinking up to me, and just enjoy. The other part of your role is to simply…” he lifted his hand into the air as he spoke, “follow the rules. And I’m sorry to say, but you haven’t been.”

She was immediately confused, “What do you mean? I… I was good–”

His voice became louder, “You’ve been cursing. And you’ve been speaking freely.” Hanley’s confusion had disappeared and she admitted to herself she may have pushed her boundaries with him a few times already even though she was just having fun, “And I’m pretty sure you’ve been a little sarcastic with me as well.”

Trying to defend herself, she started to explain, “Yeah but that’s only because I was trying to flirt–”

“I think you need to be reminded of what I can and will do to you, if you’re not going to behave like a good little Kitten.” His eyebrow was raised and he was grinning again.

Spankings came to Hanley’s mind, but even though he was smiling, she knew how serious he could be. Intimidated now, she remained silent. She bit her lips together knowing the truth. She hadn’t been abiding. She had been a bad Kitten. The punishment was viable. She needed to watch her step… if he was serious.

“Do you need to be reminded? Or do you remember what happened last time you spoke out of line?”

Face to face with him, she trusted him and felt a closeness she had never felt before. A sexual bond beyond sex in which he knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and how to keep it. And even though the punishment was necessary, it still was a visible danger to her marriage. “Chris, you can’t possibly be serious. You could leave marks and it’d be too close to timing when Tim gets home,” she tried to reason with him.

“You don’t think I would?” Chris ran through scenarios in his mind of different threats he could use against her for her own level of pleasure. Only little force would be necessary in order to get the idea across to her.

Hanley answered almost immediately, “You wouldn’t.” The threat needed to be there for her to feel the pressure, but she knew the truth.

“Wouldn’t I?”

There was a long silence, and rather Hanley be punished and risk having blotches of red on her backside and revealed so Tim could see, she realized abiding might be the best idea.

“Why don’t you tell me why there are rules, and then tell me what the rules are.” He waited a few moments but she was mute. “Come on, let’s hear it. You’re a smart Kitten.”

She went back into her memory, about how she confided in him telling him every sexual secret she had for him before they knew they would have the possibility to have any kind of alone time together. “There’s rules because…” She was aroused just thinking about why. The memories of their agreement were enticing.

“Go on, Kitten,” he coerced.

“Because I said I wanted you to control me and do whatever you wanted to me.” She could feel her eyes blacken in front of him. She knew this alone showed him her vulnerability.

“Good girl. What’s next?”

She took a moment and contemplated the next step in their verbal agreement, “Um, you said, because I said…” Her stuttering was familiar too. She could feel her body radiate heat under the sexual pressure and had to stop.

“Take your time. You’ll get it.”

Coaxed by her Dom, she began to let her chest heave in and out as she spoke, choosing her words carefully. “You said that because I wanted you to control me, I needed to listen and do everything you say. And… And I agreed.”

Chris smirked down at her, placing some hair behind her ear again. “Good, so the first rule is…?”

She watched him lick his red juicy lips above her, making them shine and tease her relentlessly as she tried to focus while turning incredibly horny. He had the upper hand, once again. This was everything she wanted.
She remembered what she had gotten into trouble for, first. Jenn. She spoke to Jenn when he had asked her not to speak. “Not to speak unless I have permission.”

“Good. What’s next…” Chris soaked in her intimidation and ultimately was aroused by how well she was listening already. The hard mass pressed against her naked thigh.

Hanley’s voice was small, “No swearing–”

“And from now on, every time you curse, that’s a hit. So,” Chris’ fingers trailed her plump lips, “watch this beautiful fucking mouth of yours.” Hanley nodded. He waited. She had forgotten one last rule, the most important rule they had already side-eyed. “There’s one more we need to execute. Do you know what it is?”

He watched her eyes move from left to right as if searching for an answer. He could tell she couldn’t find it. Maybe it was because they hadn’t made it quite clear as a rule before, or maybe because of the intimidation. Either way, he needed to make it clear. Three rules; three that were easy to remember. “Kitten, I seduced you; you wanted to be pursued in that bar. You needed that push – that coercion. And you took the bait, you welcomed it, and then you pushed for more. I know what you want.” His tone was soft spoken and was trying to sound as non-threatening as possible, “I know what you want most, and even though you might not believe me or want to believe me, no one else can give you want you want the way I can give it to you. It’s all in how it’s presented, and presentation means everything. So, in order to make you feel as good as you did that first night, you need to” he held out his thumb and first two fingers as if counting to three, “abide, and be a good little Kitten. Do you understand? That third rule should always be number one.” He put his hand down and watched her sparkling eyes. “I will control you, and you will do as you’re asked. Because that’s what you like. Otherwise – punishment, because that’s what keeps you in line, and you remembering who has the upper hand. And now, because, it’s ‘Tim’ is it?” She shook her head yes, quickly. “Because we’re together closer to Tim coming home, the punishment has more threat behind it, doesn’t it.”

She listened carefully as he reviewed the truth. It had to be Chris to control her, and intimidate her. The whole taboo and risk situation was one of the main reasons why it turned her on. He had her attention – all of it, and he was willing to please her all night so long as she did as asked. She couldn’t wait to get started.

He took a deep breath and looked around while she remained silent, “Now back to this every room thing; the front foyer has a memory now, two actually. So we’ll move along to the living space here.” He waited until she physically gave confirmation of his plan. He stood first and held a hand out for her to stand as well. Then, he removed his shoes and pulled his pants back on while watching her take steps into her own home. “Get comfortable, Kitten. You’re in for a wild ride tonight.”

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They had left ‘memories’ in the living room, and had made their way early into the bedroom. Hanley’s vibrating moans and screams echoed through the house while Chris shook her through her peak. All of a sudden, her screaming stopped and the finishing sight was that of Hanley experiencing the aftershocks of his sensitive nerve torment.

Still coming down from her powerful internal orgasm, Hanley slowed her breathing while whimpering softly. With her hands being sore from position on all fours upside down over Chris, she lowered her naked exhausted body onto Chris’ fully clothed physique, feeling his erection nudge her neck.
Chris’ hand fell into place in her hair by his thigh and he pawed at it, pulling it back gently. The wet hand found its own resting place on her unharmed ass.
Lazily, she turned her head to look at him. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t upset. He was simply looking at her with some kind of appreciation. In her fatigue, she looked over his face and all of his notable facial features she had come to appreciate. His eyelashes, cheekbones, jaw line, blue eyes, juicy lips, and now scruff. Slowly but surely, she closed her eyes.

As Chris stroked her hair, he could tell she was more than tired, but he wasn’t. His dominance was essential in their sexual play, which they both seemed to enjoy and he wasn’t about to give it up with little time left with her. This was too much fun. As he looked over her face while she began to sleep, he fantasized different ideas for their potential last night together. He figured he’d give her twenty minutes to rejuvenate, and then wake her with more play.
As they lay together comfortably, the room was filled with a gentle ease. A comfort between two people. They were in their rightful place, even though it was so wrong.

Like a bolt of lighting, her cell phone rang from the bedside table and seemed to shake the room. Hanley jumped, “Oh God…” She grabbed it quickly and peered at the screen, “It’s him.” She looked back at Chris with worry.

He could see the fear in her eyes, “Stay calm. Answer it.”

Hanley turned away and took a deep breath. She pushed the screen to connect. “Hey babe.” She sat on the edge of her bed, naked and panting, looking at the floor.

Chris lay still, listening, worried himself.

“I’m good! Just resting.”

But Chris knew her panting was obvious.

“It was in the kitchen. I had to run.”

Chris could hear a muffled male voice on the other end as Timothy spoke.

“Oh yeah? That’s so great babe!” She paused. Her hand went to her forehead, “Awesome. I’ll be ready for that.”

Chris heard a frog in her throat, and then she cleared it.

“Just chillin’. The wives went out on Friday-Thursday. Thursday? What day is today? Yesterday. No! The day before yesterday.”

As she stuttered, Chris knew her nerves were getting the best of her, but there was nothing he could do to make the situation easier. Hanley was getting more nervous as she continued to speak.

“Whatever. One of the nights. Yesterday was a chill day. And today is the same really. I haven’t done much around the house.”

Chris assumed the call meant Timothy would be coming home soon. He wondered if Hanley would have a change of heart about him after their phone conversation. Disappointed, he tried to tell himself the most realistic of events – he’d have to leave.

“Thank you,” she said into the phone, then turned around to Chris. She looked over his face.
And then one side of her mouth curled up into a small grin. “Yeah baby. I’m gonna go lie back down.”

Chris heard Timothy’s voice, and then she looked away from Chris.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanna lie down.” Her hand went back to her forehead and she sighed, “I love you too. Bye.”
Hanley made sure the call was disconnected. She stared at her phone in her hand after the call was completely wiped from her screen. “He’s coming home,” she sat there on the edge of the bed, still completely exposed, frozen stiff, “tomorrow morning.”

Chris’ eyes wandered to the bedspread in a type of defeat. “Early then.”

Hanley’s mind was a blank. An incredible orgasm followed by a moment of pleasant bliss, and minutes of pure nerves jolted her into survival mode, “Yeah.” Her voice was of no feeling.

There was silence between them.

Chris gave her both physical and emotional space while she sat away from him. Finally after a few small minutes, she placed the phone down on her bedside table, took another very deep breath, then exhaled shakily.

“Do you want me to leave?” Chris asked somberly.

She finally turned her head to look at him in a type of surprise, “No, no I don’t.” She turned her whole body towards him and sat with one leg hanging over the side. “I actually need you here.” Her eyes fell to the bedspread as well, “I want to talk, just shoot the shit. Can we do that?” As she looked back up into his face, she was reminded of who he was and what she had become involved in. But not to overwhelm herself, she tried to think on a more friendly note than sexual note. At this point, she had to. Her marriage was on the line.

“Sure, sure. But that seems a little odd to me. Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?” Chris could see she needed space, but he also wanted to help anyway that he could. He didn’t want to run out the door, but he also didn’t want to stay for too long.

“I definitely don’t want you to leave. I need someone to talk to, a friend. I realize that because we’ve had sex, you might not be the best person to have around, but I still wouldn’t want anyone else here with me right now.” Her eyes seemed to get some of their sparkle back as she looked into his, “I feel privileged to have you of all people here. And I want to use our time together wisely. So…”

Being a friend, he could do that. “Okay. No problem,” Chris sat up, “I’m here for ya. But maybe you should put on some pants and underwear?”

She smiled and peered at him, “Let’s keep it to pants, you sly fff–” she stopped herself before she cursed.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he snapped back confidently. Even if they weren’t going to be sexual together, it seemed that they could be playful about their experiences together.

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