In the Still of the Night

Sleepy this morning, with good cause of course, lazily sipping the morning brew, watching Him sleep. Look at that! A capital "H" for Him, Daddy. Truly cannot get enough of him right now. He came through the door, looking weary, suitcase in hand, finding his favorite object waiting for him and watched as, at long last, she crumbled. He dropped his things and scooped her up in a tight embrace, wiping away the tears with his fingers, his hands touching her face. Lips meeting, tongues exploring, bodies pressing, the emotions of the moment ebbing away quickly, replaced with burning desire.

Upstairs we undressed and fell into bed, rediscovering and exploring physically. He growled into her ear that he needed her badly. His weight pinning her as he entered her with a groan. Undulating, searching for and eventually uncovering the eternal rhythm of our love.

After, wrapped in his arms we talked about his trip and what went on while he was away. We probably spent as much time playing catchup verbally as we had physically.

"It's technically still Thursday night." he spoke with his voice raspy from passion with a hint of danger. Or maybe that was a projection? No, he got up from the bed, brazenly walked to the closet and retrieved a belt. In the dim candlelit room he moved in long purposeful strides to the chaise and sat. Time to pay the penalty. 20 assorted demerits plus 10 extra, plus more just because, caused the tears to flow before she reached him. He held, lectured, explained the punishment and the failed expectations. He licked and tormented her already tortured nipples and attatched the tweezer clamps tightly and bent her over his knee. The swats came quickly and grew with intensity as she struggled not to make much noise, but counting them as they fell.

After he held her close to his chest and said the debt was paid in full. Different tears streamed down her cheeks, remorse consumed her. Sure, after having the demerits wiped clean, it still felt unsettled. Maybe it was just because she felt so unsettled and slowly again in his arms she unraveled. Revealing to him and betraying the promise she'd made to herself not to let him know how hard it was and how badly she suffered without him.

"Silly slave," he whispered to her. Of course he knew all along. He knows all her tricks, the way she isolated herself snd steeled herself from people, the absence of her presence on her blog, the lack of comments elsewhere. The way she sounded when she tried to reassure him that all was well. His fingers released the clamps on her nipples and watched the last of her crumble like a house of cards near an open window. He wrapped her around him and carried her to the bed, and splayed open her legs while he looked at her. He grabbed a handful of her hair with one hand and pressed his fingers inside her, instantly restricting her movements. Probing and using her solely for his pleasure, taking what he needed -- what he'd dreamt of doing. No sleep came until his appetite sated.

In his arms, his body snaked around her at long last, after taking the fear and angst from her, finally setting her free from doubt. Again, wrapped safely in his arms as her mind floated, her thoughts turned to devotion. How absolutely devoted she is to him and our family. Could he feel it? Even while he was away? Maybe he was reading her thoughts, because as though he were, he pulled her closer.

For the first time since Halloween, mouse fell into a deep, uncomplicated sleep.