Wanting Control - Secret Chronicles Series Book #1 (6 page)

Getting dressed for the next part of the evening was exciting. She had the new lingerie from the Pink Pyramid and wanted there to be no mistake about her intentions for the remainder of the night. In the master bathroom MJ undressed and put on the black leather and lace garment. The fabric pulled her breasts together giving her an ample amount of cleavage. It also showed off her tight stomach, toned arms and shapely legs. Her butt was round and smooth, with only a hint of the matching thong that disappeared into the cleft of her ass cheeks. She turned from left to right making all the necessary adjustments until she was certain it was perfect.

Lastly, s
he teased her hair slightly, and freshened he makeup. In the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door she admired her reflection. The black leather and lace paired with her smoky eyes and red lips gave the look of a woman wild and ready to fuck.
I have to admit it, I look good. If I was a man I would want to fuck me. There is no way he can ignore me now.

Leaving the bathroom
she confidently walked into the bedroom. Dalton was taking off his pants as she entered. He paused with one leg still in his pants and just starred at her. She leaned against the frame of the door; posing and arching her back to show off her lean body and natural curves. His eyes stayed with her and he swallowed hard. His erection was more pronounced now in only his briefs and it grew as he took her in. She smiled knowing what she was doing to him. She had the control now, she had the power.

Dropping his pants completely Dalton said,
“Wow, you look incredible, baby.” She stepped away from the door and slowly walked to him. She twirled so that he could see all of her and then walked around him in a circle, like a cat circling its prey. Keeping his body still he turned his head to watch her as she circled him.  “I know,” she purred.

I have the power right now, I could ask him to do anything and he would do it. I can see the want in his eyes,
that’s the look I have missed for months. I have to stay in control of my wants tonight. I want it to be like the old times when we were in college. He gives me the most amazing, mind blowing orgasms with his mouth. I want him to serve me as if I was his Mistress.

She fell to her knees in front of him and pulled down his briefs. His cock bounced as it was freed, the tip of the circumcised, head
glistened with pre-cum.  MJ licked her red lips and looked up into her husband’s eyes, they had darkened with lust. He took hold of his cock and offered it to her, by placing the head against her lips. A smile played on his lips and she could see that he was getting off doing this to her. Thoughts of breaking him like the young student in the book sped through her mind. She had an urge to force him to the floor and make him succumb to her every desire. MJ resisted the urge; there were other ways she could be subtly in control without him realizing it.

With a smirk playing on her lips, MJ took
his cock and stroked it a few times. She liked the way it felt smooth and hot in her hand. Her thumb ran over the tip, smearing the pre-cum and using it to lubricate her hand along the shaft. After another moment she tilted his cock upward and swiped the underside with her tongue. A moan passed from his mouth and she continued by circling the head with her tongue and lips. All the while, she kept her eyes on her husband’s and held his shaft firmly with her hand.

I’m doing this for you, DJ. I hope you can see how much I love you and want you back.

She used her other hand to play with his balls. He groaned and rested a hand on her head. His fingers flexed against her scalp, but he didn’t force her down on him. She continued to lick the head, pump his shaft, and play with his balls. His balls tightened in her hand and she could tell that he would cum soon if she continued. She pulled herself away from him before he could cum and he moaned at the loss of her expert touch. She looked up at him with lust and need in her eyes.
Make no mistake, I’m in charge and I want you badly, my love…

She stood and gave him a kiss on the lips before crawl
ing onto the bed on all fours. The thong was nothing more than a thin strip of leather and some sexy lace on the front. She knew her current position gave him an almost unobstructed view of her bare ass and freshly shaved pussy. MJ looked over her shoulder to see her husband starring at her exposed sex. She smiled and continued to slowly crawl to the head of the bed. With a sexy grace, she turned over and pressed her back into the pillows. Once settled, she opened her legs giving him another view of her thong covered mound. Without a word MJ looked into his eyes and lazily ran her fingers over the leather and lace covering her pussy. She could see it was teasing him and again enjoyed the control she had in the moment.

Watching his eyes move with her fingers, MJ pulled at the leather ties on each side of her hips releasing the thong. It opened but remained in place laying loosely on her. Slowly she grazed her fingers across her taunt belly, tickling the exposed skin. The sensations were adding to her anticipation. Soon she would have her husband’s mouth against her clit with his tongue flicking her to ecstasy while greedily sucking her into him. She could almost feel his fingers inside her as the first waves washed through her body.

She raised her hips just enough to pull the thong free. Knowing what it would do to Dalton, she brought the flimsy material to her nose and breathed in deeply letting him hear her smell herself. She grinned devilishly and tossed the underwear to him. He caught it and also smelled her scent. She could see the lust in his eyes as he held the black leather to his nose. To further excite him she moved her hands to her wet pussy and plunged a finger in. Dalton stood frozen as he watched her finger disappear. She was using control without saying a word and while he was paralyzed she withdrew her finger and brought it to her lips. She spread the wetness across them and then sucked the remaining moisture from her slender middle finger, allowing her tongue to playfully encircle the tip and red painted fingernail. Dalton couldn’t take his eye from the scene and she grinned slyly at him.

He made a move to join her on the bed and with a finger raised she said, “You’ll be told when you can move. Until then stay right there.” With that he settled back into position and waited. His cock throbbed in time with his racing heart beat as he watched his wife spread out before him on the bed.
So, he can do as he’s told. I like this…
MJ went back to her wetness to give her husband more of a show. Wanting to see just how far she could push him without having to issue commands.

Adjusting position slightly, MJ moved her hips toward the side of the bed where Dalton stood. The move gave him a complete view of her body and his eyes immediately centered on her open crevice. Using her fingers she played with her pussy, pulling on her outer lips exposing herself farther to him. She would dip her fingers in and tease herself closer to an orgasm.
I won’t be able to take this much longer. I’m going to need his mouth! I am so ready for him… Please me with your mouth and then fuck me hard until we both collapse. Yes, it’s time…

Lifting her hand she beckoned him with a
come-hither
curl of her finger. He smiled and came to her. She was shivering with excitement and closed her eyes preparing herself for the first brush of his tongue against her clit. Hearing the light click off she relaxed, waited and opened her legs further to him.
Yes, come here and eat me baby.
Her mind was spinning with thoughts of controlling her new sex slave.

In the darkness she felt the bed shift with his weight as he climbed on. Her anticipation had reached its peak as he moved between her open legs. Another shift on the bed and then…
She gasped as she felt him position himself and thrust his cock into her. That was the last thing she had been expecting. He was thrusting into her like a rutting bull. It unpleasantly reminded her of the first time in high school. They had both been virgins and the way he had moved in and out of her with no rhythm, was exactly what her husband was doing now. Never in their years of marriage had he done this.

It’
s not supposed to happen like this. He always pleases me first. What’s going on here? It’s a good thing I have been wet for this since yesterday.

Putting her hands to the wall to keep her head from banging against it, she tried to stop him, “Dalton” she said. He was groaning and his thrusts were even more erratic, pushing her body uncomfortably up the bed.

“Oh yeah, baby”, was his response.
She opened her eyes to see her husband staring at the wall on the other side of the room. She followed his line of sight and saw that he was watching himself fuck her in the closet mirror.
This has to be a bad dream. DJ isn’t normally like this. What’s changed?
  MJ watched with horror as he gasped and came within her, after a mere few minutes of thrusting. Not once had he tried to get her off.

Pulling himself out
, he rolled off of her and caught his breath. She looked at him, waiting for him to apologize for his selfishness. He turned his head lazily to look at her. “That was great, baby. Thanks.” The next sound she heard was that of his snores echoing through the room.

Tears
spilled from the corner of her eyes. Before a sob could escape, she got up from the bed and made her way downstairs. As her foot hit the last step she could hold it no longer and the flood of emotions rushed in. She began to weep with her hand against her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs.

Never in my life have I felt like a glorified blow-up doll. How could he treat me like that? Doesn’t he love me anymore? What has happened to him, to us?

She covered herself with a blanket on the sofa and lay there as the tears streamed down her face. Sobs racked her body and the world seemed to slip away. She had been waiting for this evening and nothing had gone as planned. Her thoughts ran from one thing to another…

I put a lot of energy into this night and
he
didn’t deliver. It’s not all my fault!

Is he board with me? What have I done wrong?

The sobbing was beginning to subside when the words of her friends Trish snapped back into her mind,
Stop feeling sorry for yourself and don’t become a victim.
The crying stopped.

I shouldn’t be crying over this. I want to be happy. If he wants to work with me
on this relationship, fine. If not, well that’s fine too. He can go fuck somebody else like he just lost his virginity but I’m not going to put up with it. I am not a victim!

I’ll find someone else if
he’s bored with me. I will find myself a man who wants to treat me like a queen in the bedroom. Like a…

…Mistress!

The thought comforted her as she d
rifted off to sleep there on the couch.

The sun peaked through the opened blinds waking her. MJ was wrapped in the blanket from the night before still on the sofa. Remembering the previous evening brought back why she was on the couch. She listened quietly. …Nothing. Apparently Dalton was in bed, fast asleep.
Good, it’s better if I don’t have to see him right now. And God only knows how I look.

She sat up and folded the blanket draping it over the back of the couch. Wiping sleep from her eyes, MJ stood, stretched and yawned. It was time to creep back up stairs and prepare for the day. Tip-toeing up the steps she could hear loud snores resonating from the master bedroom. She looked in to find Dalton in the exact position he fell asleep in. From the looks of it, he wouldn’t even guess that she had slept down-stairs.

Gathering her discarded thong Mary-Beth took off the rest of the black leather and lace and threw them on the floor of her closet. With fresh clothes in hand she went to the master bath and closed the door behind her. The reflection starring back at her was that of a determined woman. Although her hair was a mess and her makeup had run from all the tears, her eyes were clear and piecing as she stared back at herself.

I mean it, if he doesn’t want to work on this relationship, fine! I’ll take Trish’s advice, I don’t want to leave him but there are other ways to be happy and remain married. Just one more thing will drive me over the edge.

MJ began the process of removing her makeup and then jumped into the shower. The warm water was just what she needed to recover from last night’s disappointment and get on with her morning. Leaving her wet hair to air dry she dressed in the simple sweats and T-shirt brought from her closet and went down stairs. DJ was still asleep and she was able to make coffee and have a toasted bagel in peace, alone.

It’s not me! I did everything right last night. He has never done something like that, just jump on and off with pump and dump. I can’t just blame that on the stress at work it there has to be more to it. Does he have someone else? Has he lost interest over the years? I don’t know but I’m getting pretty damn tired of it…

MJ was sitting at the kitchen table sipping her coffee reading the morning paper when she heard the upstairs toilet flush.
He’s awake finally.
The clock on the stove read 9:47 and then the shower began. She finished reading a news article about the upcoming concert season in Cincinnati when Dalton walked in talking on his cell phone. It sounded like work. He walked to the cabinet and retrieved a coffee mug, poured himself a cup of coffee and walked out. Not a ‘Good morning’, ‘Hello’, ‘Kiss my ass’, nothing.
So it’s going to be like that?

Mary-Beth was a little stunned when DJ made his exit. In the past he would have kept his conversation going while kissing her on the neck and groping a boob through the thin T-shirt material. He had always been sexually playful but today was completely different. She could hear him in his office still going on about reports and numbers and the long term benefits of a merger like this.

Since moving into the corporate life, Dalton had set up an office at the house as well. Most weekends there was something to do, a conference call, computer analysis, emails and it was easier that he had a place to keep his work when he was at home. Lately MJ thought the office was more of a hiding place rather than a work space. Dalton would come out for coffee, lunch and bathroom breaks but little else. Even when he was home she thought he was somewhere else.

She got up from the table and cleaned the kitchen. The thoughts of last night’s performance (
or lack thereof
) stayed with her as she moved about.
Everything had been right as far as she could see. What did I do to make him act that way in bed? I could understand his dinner conversation but afterward, what happened?
MJ wiped the counters off and made another pot of coffee. No matter how she went over the previous night, there was nothing she could find about herself that needed fixing.
Give it some time. Remember you first thought he was not interested when it was just a dry spell. Give it some time…

Dalton would be in the office for the rest of the day. If she was lucky he would have time for dinner and some television before bed. Tomorrow was a day for packing and an early afternoon flight back to wherever he was currently working. She decided to make the bed, clean the master bedroom and master bathroom and then tackle the laundry. Most everything could wait to be done during the week, but she had nothing else to do and liked having the week free for herself. She really had grown accustomed to her alone time. And with luck Ella would have a new book or two to feed her growing fantasy world.

With the bed made up and the clothes from last night in their proper places, MJ began working on the master bathroom. The floor was wet from the shower, a towel lay on the floor, the toilet had been peed on and the mirror had Dalton signature markings of tooth paste splattered on it.
How could one person do so much damage with one trip to the bathroom?
She shook her head and began the process of putting everything back to its normal clean state. She didn’t mind cleaning up after him but it amazed her how he could destroy the room in less than 20 minutes.

She left the master bath as clean as before his arrival smelling of fresh scents and cleaning products. From there it was time for laundry. MJ collected all of the clothes upstairs and brought them down in a laundry basket spilling over. She had emptied Dalton’s luggage rather than ask him to do it himself which may have taken all day. She didn’t want to wait or interrupt his time in the office.

The laundry room was one of her favorite amenities in the home. Positioned just off the kitchen, it was large and had a window overlooking the back yard. There was a work table used to fold clothes and separate the dirty laundry. She set the basket atop the table and went to work putting darks in one pile, lights in another, delicates to the side and whites in another basket on the floor.

The whites were always the largest load of clothes and she put them in the front load washer first. Once done she went back to the table to finish sorting and to make sure nothing was in the pockets that didn’t belong. Since they had started living together Dalton would leave anything from his car keys to his cell phone in the dirty clothes. Over the years she had caught most things but occasionally money, receipts or other papers found their way through the wash.

Sure enough the first pair of pants contained 87 cents and a receipt from Starbucks. Nothing in the second pair.
A miracle,
she thought. Already she felt an object in the rear pocket of the third pair of pants. She had to unbutton the pocket to get to the item. What she found was a business card representing The State Employees Insurance Agency. It was from a woman;

Betty Harrison

General Agent

Seattle, Washington

She was about to throw the card in the trash when writing on the back caught her eye. Written in the sweeping script that only a woman could have was:

A smiley face finished the note.
DJ? Nobody at work calls him that.
The intimacy of the note was unmistakable and for the first time Mary-Beth Johnson was face to face with the real possibility that her husband was cheating. Her mind raced to find another answer but there was none. The use of her nick name for him, the reference to this woman’s apartment and the time of the evening all pointed to one thing
. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. All the signs have been there for a while now. And after last night, what else could there be?

MJ stood starring at the writing on the card. She was not upset or angry. She had been preparing herself for this moment. She had the truth, what she did with it was another matter all together.