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“Tell me what you need, Marie. I can give it to you – just ask.”
Marie is deeply in love with the sweet, caring man she married - but she has never been able to tell him her darkest secret...the desires that plague her, that make her crave a firm hand, someone strict and demanding to keep her in line.
And now it seems like her needs may be destroying the one thing she values above all else, as she can't help but lash out to provoke the reactions she fantasises about.
But David is more than she can see him as and when he finds her diary and reads it in frustration she may realise that sweet, loving men can have harsh, strict sides to them where needed...and fantasies might not play out exactly as she expects in real life...
Warning: This 13,000 word story contains graphic language, explicit descriptions of BDSM scenes including spanking, humiliation and discipline and explosive sexual activity. Intended for audiences 18+ only.
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Marie felt her pulse pounding hard as she walked over to him, feeling like the whole situation was a little surreal but her body alight with excited tension as her mind reeled with what David might do. That dangerous heat was still in the smile he was giving her and she could practically feel his eyes devouring her, watching her slightly anxious hesitancy as she did as he said with trepidation.
He sat down in the middle of the two-seater when she reached him, and then before she had a chance to consider the position, he’d reached out to pull her down on top of him – a startled gasp leaving her as she landed across his lap, hands and legs splayed and attempting to balance. She scrambled around a little but he was holding her securely to limit the impact of the fall and after a moment she subsided, holding onto the top of the sofa as her breath came hard and fast.
The implications of the position were clear even without him saying anything, the hand firmly caressing her exposed ass making it clear what David had in mind and she could barely think as desire rushed through her and she squirmed, rubbing her thighs together in need. She’d imagined this so many times, and now…she could scarcely believe it, and at the same time, was suddenly struck with nerves.
What if I can’t stand it? What if it’s too much, if he really hurts me…
She was very conscious that fantasy and reality were two very different things, and that the idea of being disciplined might be far more appealing than the actual pain.
…Too late now…
The thought flickered through her mind and she bit her lip as it almost made her moan with lust. Knowing that she didn’t have a choice, that David was just going to take this, was more than she’d ever really been able to picture, but it drove her libido higher than she thought possible.
You are so well and truly screwed…