It was unusually cold for early November. The temperature, the freezing fog in the air felt more like February. I've pulled my coat tight on my chest and fastened the belt without doing up the buttons. I found myself daydreaming about him, while loading the numerous shopping bags into the boot of my car. There was only a very little chunk of time lately, which I did not spend thinking about him, about us.
Was he out of bed already, I wondered. Or was he still in his bed naked, watching Netflix or porn and masturbate, as he sometimes does in the morning on his days off? As he did last weekend... The only weekend, I was not there with him. How pathetic and so against my orders. Such a naughty little boy. I need to punish him the next time I see him. I slammed the boot shut with a grin on my face. I got in my car and heat started spreading in my chest. Was it the warmth trapped in my car from earlier on or was it the effect of my steamy thoughts, occupied by the images of his naked body flexed against my bedroom door awaiting the bites of my crop. How many times did he say he came that last weekend? Five? That is fifty strokes, Mr.
What porn was he wanking to anyway? I'm pretty sure I've asked him already, but I don't think he gave me an answer yet. I wanted to know. I needed to know. Was he doing it now?, I wondered.
As a matter of fact, no, he wasn't, as I found out from the phone call, that came just before I started my engine. Instead, apparently, he was standing at my door getting soaked in the freezing drizzle.
Silly boy. Silly, silly boy, I kept thinking as I raced home.
'What the hell are you doing here?' I attacked him, when I found him on my doorstep. I can't say, I like surprises. I'm too much of a control freak to like surprises. I need to know, I need the preparation, the anticipation. By just showing up like that, he robbed me of all of those things.
But then again. He was here. He was here, for me to play with. 'I could have picked you up from the train station, silly boy.'
'I wanted to surprise you.'
'You surprised me all right. You cannot just show up at my house as you please.' I was ecstatic to see him, but I was also cross, when he was just following his childish head like that.
When he disobeyed my orders or did something without my approval, three things happened:
1. It made me angry and a bit panicky, because knowing my soon to be ex husband, it was just flat out risky. After all, we are talking about a man, who made it his life objective to make mine miserable.
2. Every time he disobeyed, no matter, how I liked to play the strong, put-together dominant adult, it reminded me, that our relationship was built on constant power games. When he displeased me, I could never be sure, whether he did it on purpose and he wanted me to be angry and punish him or it was call for combat and basically telling me, he can do whatever he fucking pleased. These very power games kept us in the first, adrenaline fuelled phase of relationship, even after several months.
3. As a result of the above two, mainly the second one, I got turned on. I've looked around at the neighbouring houses, while my hand found the key in my pocket and pushed it into the lock. We were still not officially an item, and my divorce was not finalised, so I avoided kissing him on the street. But once I opened the door and nudged him through the threshold, I couldn't keep my hands and other body parts off him.
The heat inside was like a slap on the face and a punch to the stomach. Wearing my stiletto boots, I was the same hight as him and after planting a wet hungry kiss on his lips, I started kissing his face, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, his ears, while my arms held him tightly close. His skin was cold and raindrops were dripping from his blonde hair and running down his cheeks. It reminded me of our many sessions under the shower, except this time he was inhumanely cold. His skin, his hands, his face were stone cold. It made me want to pull him even closer, to lick his skin even more. I breathed hot air onto his face and ears and rubbed his cheeks with my palms.
'It's nice to see, I still have the same effect on you, as when we first met,' he smiled when I gave him a chance to breath. I failed to understand this chemistry myself. He was unmistakenably not the hottest guy I've ever dated. He was barely average. But there was something in him, I couldn't get enough of. He made my heart race and my pussy dampen like no other man before.
'Just trying to warm you up,' I said innocently, pushing him against the wall, which was covered with big winter coats hanging on the hooks. His torso sunk into the pile of them. I've seeked out his hands, which rested on my stomach, lifted them up and pinned them against the wall. They too, sank into the depth of clothes on the hooks. 'What were you thinking, showing up like that? You are playing dangerous games...You..you..' I couldn't finish the sentence as his rough lips took revenge for my earlier attack.
'I only have fifteen minutes before I have to pick up my daughter from nursery,' I warned him.
'That's enough.'
'Enough for what?' Obviously I knew, but I wanted to hear from him and I wanted to know exactly, what he had in mind.
'To do you.' His grin made it obvious, that he knew the effect of his words on me. Somehow he always found the perfect things to say to me. That's how he lured me in, in the first place. Only about two or three days into our online fling, he somehow said my top three favourite sentences/phrases, easily earning his way into my panties. Now he seemed to have just found my fourth one, even though, that one has not registered with me before. Our connection was astonishing. The games, the teasing, the impossibility to predict which way our current affair is going to go kept me dizzy and aroused forever. Up until that point I was sure, that he is going to be my usual plaything for the day and I will get to punish him and toy with him. But with that one sentence he effortlessly took over, just like that. Clearly and affirmatively, letting me know that today, he was in charge. No mistake about it.
'I missed these,' he said opening my coat and unbuttoning my blouse. Pulling down the front of my bra he blew a kiss onto each of my suddenly erect nipples.
'Ahh.' I was already wet by the prospect of him 'doing' me, but by touching my buttons, he woke an urgent need within me.