She clutched his ass tighter, and her ankles flexed at the sides of his neck. “Harder. Ram that cock into me as hard as you can.”
He complied readily, pounding his penis frantically against her g-spot. She soon moaned and cooed beneath him once more. He, too, was so close to cumming, but he held off long enough for her to come again. Then he shoved his cock in to the root and held it deep inside her while her tight pussy milked him clean.
***
Tara stood beneath the shower in a happy, sexually satisfied daze. The warm water felt great, and her whole body tingled with residual ecstasy. Today, for the first time in a long time, she felt like her husband loved her again, was attracted to her still.
Then Daniel floated into her mind and she grimaced. She sighed as she let the needles of water wash the suds from her body. In hindsight, Daniel had been a mistake. But she’d been so afraid her marriage was on the verge of crumbling, what with how distant Jim had been this year, that she’d ran into the young wrestler’s arms on the rebound. Or, at least, an anticipated rebound. But she was still with Jim, and thankful for that. And today…well today have given her fresh hope she hadn’t had in a long time.
Why had she turned down the vacation Jim had suggested? Why had she turned him down a few months back, when he’d tried to seduce her then, too? She shook her head at herself. Maybe her husband was just as worried as she was about the marriage. Obviously she’d misread his signals. Jim wasn’t falling out of love with her. They weren’t drifting apart.
But what if he found out about the affair? Her heart constricted in apprehension. If he did find out, would it kill any hope of rekindling their romance?
“Oh, why didn’t I just tell him?” She sighed and held her head in her hands, letting the clean water run over her and clear her thoughts. She and Jim didn’t have an open marriage, but they had often experimented sexually, and talked of more experimentation. They’d brought other lovers into the bedroom before.
But she knew why she didn’t tell him. Because, at the time, she’d been afraid he just wouldn’t care.
“Tell me what?” Jim’s deep baritone made her jump and shriek as it pulled her from her thoughts.
He peeked around the shower curtain and she forced a smile. “That you’re an excellent lover.”
He gave a vulpine grin and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Well, thank you. But you have told me that before.” Then he looked down. “Just not in a while.”
She cupped his face with her hands. “I’m sorry.”
He took her hands and kissed her fingertips. “Me too. Hey, do you have anything planned this weekend?”
She bit her lip as he climbed in the shower with her. She was supposed to, or had planned on, breaking it off with Daniel this weekend. But, now, being with her husband did take precedence. “No, nothing planned really. What’d you have in mind?”
He gathered her soap-slippery body in his arms. “Feel like going up to the cabin with me?”
She smiled, but she avoided his eyes when she briefly thought of Daniel. “Sure. That sounds great.”
***
He’d seduced her in the shower again, then suggested some wine and a bit of weed before they left for the cabin that afternoon. She’d cleaned up a bit of administrative work she had waiting for her on the computer, they’d packed up some gear for the trip, and now she waited for him in the living room. Of course, he could beg off the weed and wine, because he had to drive.
Now, as he tapped a powdery substance into Tara’s glass, his fingers shook. What was he doing? Would she really enjoy this, or hate him forever and threaten to call the police? Did she remember the game she’d talked about so often. Something she’d wanted to do for a long time in their early years. But Jim had never felt comfortable with the kidnap scenario, role playing or not. He was seven feet tall, weighing 290 lbs even at his thinnest. He intimidated most women naturally because of his size, and he hated that. So he wasn’t sure he was cool with play-intimidating his wife, and he’d put the game off many times during their marriage. But now, if it saved them to give her what she’d always wanted, he’d do it.
He’d gone to Doc Ferguson, the doctor who’d been with the EWL, treating their wrestlers, for over ten years.
“I haven’t been sleeping so well,” he’d told the doc. “What do you have that’ll knock me out fast and keep me out until morning?”
Doc Ferguson had given him a prescription for some powerful sleeping capsules. Then he’d gently edged his next question in, so as not to arouse suspicion. “Tara’s not been sleeping so great either. If she took one of these, would it be okay?”
The doc seemed to consider this, stroking his bare, wrinkled chin as he did so. “She could take a third of the powder that’s in those capsules. Don’t let her take a full one. That’d be too much. These pills work fast, so make sure you, or her, are ready to go to bed within fifteen minutes of taking it. And lay down right after you take it. I shouldn’t even be giving you these, but just this once…” He finished off by shaking a finger at Jim.
Jim had grinned and thanked him. Since Jim had never been a pest for drugs, the Doc didn’t appear to suspect a thing.
Now, he swirled the powder in the rich, red wine, hoping there was no aftertaste. He looked at the rolled joint that sat beside it and heaved a huge sigh.
He came into the living room and found her perched on the couch, smiling that wide, dazzling smile that had first attracted him to her. “Here you go.” Jim handed her the wine and sparked up the joint.
“This has been a wonderful day,” she said after sipping the wine. “It’s nice to spent some time together like this.”
“It’s something we should start doing more often.” His heart twisted. He was glad for her good mood, wanted to believe it was more than a brief glimpse of the Tara he loved. Maybe he should take the wine from her and forget the cabin?
She took a bigger gulp and a long toke. “We should go for a hike tomorrow. We haven’t done that in a long time. We could go up by that small lake…”
And the conversation continued on, amicably. As it did so, Jim felt more and more torn about the whole scenario he had planned. But then Tara downed the last of her wine and blinked at him sleepily.
She rubbed her eyes. “I feel a little funny.”
A knot formed in his throat. “You’ll be okay, honey. Maybe you should lie down?”
She gave him a strange look. Licked her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and took a while to open. “Jim, did you drug me? What’s happening…”
She made to stand, and Jim stood with her. “Everything’s fine. Do you remember…” He swallowed hard. “Do you remember that game you used to talk about? The role playing you always wanted to do?”
She whirled sluggishly, eyes wide. “What’ve you done to me?”
Then, before he could explain further, she passed out in his arms.
Jim laid her on the couch and watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm. He checked her heart and said a silent prayer to gods he didn’t believe in that everything would work out. Next he went to the bedroom to retrieve the blindfold plus hand and ankle cuffs he had waiting. He took his time and care binding her. First he slipped the silky, black blindfold around her head, fastening it securely. Then he coiled the cold fetters around her wrists and ankles, snapping them shut. The chains dangling from each pair of cuffs clinked as she moved in her sleep. After double checking he had the keys for both sets of manacles, he gently hoisted his slumbering wife in his arms.
He placed her in the front seat of their truck, then quickly loaded their gear into the back. After he climbed behind the steering wheel, he brushed some strands of hair from her face. “Please don’t hate me for this.” Then he started the vehicle and headed for the cabin.
***
She woke up surrounded in darkness, but there was warmth and softness beneath her. A mattress. When she tried to move her hands and feet, she found they were bound to the head and footboard of this bed she lay upon. Lengths of chain tinkled as she yanked them tight in her struggle.