Every once in a while we argue and it's ugly -- scare the kids ugly. Screaming and swearing, doors slamming...Ya it's not the picture of Dominance or submission that's normally displayed in our home or on the pages of this blog. Sometimes tho, it's needed; which seems terrible to someone on the outside looking in from a window. This huge blowout...how could anyone recover from such a thing?
It's odd, after the dust settles we tend to quietly go to our corners. While we're never "vanilla" we aren't quite M/s either. In some ways we're kinda jovial, or euphoric afterward. We don't avoid each other, but we don't seek each other out. He will generally go to his study (after assuring the kids all is well) and mouse will go into the sun room alone (after doing the same thing). The last time we argued like that was probably more than a couple years ago.
At some point, he will poke his head into the sun room and ask if mouse is coming to bed. It's not an order or command, as he'd normally do. There's no mention of rituals....
Upstairs is when it happen all the emotion comes out of us..bubbling to the surface. It's as though we've been apart for a month or a year.
Daddy pushed mouse against the wall, unzipped the dress opening it and pulling it down, pinning her hands and fondled her breasts, tugging and pulling on the nipples with one hand, his mouth capturing hers...His other hand pulling up her dress and feeling her desire.
The dress falls to the floor in a crumpled heap and forgotten as mouse loosens his trousers and tugs on his shirt, working the buttons quickly and pull it from him. There's this sense of urgency as he picks up mouse and impales her on him, pushing her against the solid surface of the wall and causing a painting hanging close by to rattle. We need this.
Eventually we make our way to the bed, and use every inch. Our passion and lust overtakes us both. Hours seem to click by quickly soon we see the sky is lightening. Shit. We need to sleep...but we can't too wound up in our lovemaking to be bothered with such a pesky detail as daylight. We tremble wrapped in each others arms holding on to everything we are in that moment.
In the morning, mouse has bites on her body...He has a few scratches from her longish nails. Before we exit the bed, he pulls mouse to him, kissing her hard then pushing her head down on his cock and commanding, "suck." In that moment her lips touch it, she can smell us...the pain of the previous evening, the argument and love later...the passion. It's all there. Thoughts of our love filled her head as she sucked him...
While things between briefly became a bit upside down...it doesn't take a lot to bring us back.
As he showered, mouse collected the baby and began the day, wearing his scent over her body.
It's good to be his slave.
Song Selection: Scarlet Begonias