Red Hot Letters to My Husband(15)

“That’s great Sherry but make sure you leave some for me to eat.”

“Do you want a turn?” I asked in surprise. This was meant to be about him.

“Yes.” He tugged at the scarf. “Let me up.”

I reached up and released him and immediately found myself on my back. Tom reached over and tied me up.

His erect cock became harder and I suddenly realised that this was what turned him on more than anything else. Not just tying me up but being in control. Even if I came up with the ideas, it was usually always Tom who was in control and that made me wet and hot.

“I never realised how dominant you are.”

“Is that a problem?” Tom asked as he painted a nipple with yogurt. I flinched as the nipple pebbled from the cold.

“Hell no. It makes me hot.” I groaned and arched up into his suckling mouth. My sensitised nipple exploded with pleasure from his hot mouth. “It makes me feel free.” Even though I was the one submitting, it was empowering knowing how focused Tom was on my pleasure and how that gave him pleasure.

Tom dripped some yogurt on my clit. I shrieked at the cold. Thank God it wasn’t ice cream. That would have killed me. Tom sucked my clit into his hot mouth and I nearly melted at the contrasting heat.

“Oh, yeah.”

Tom looked up and grinned. “I love listening to your response. Your little groans and sighs are such a turn on.”

He dabbed some yogurt on his cock. “I’m going to push some up your pussy then lick it out.”

I gave a small shriek at the cool invasion before the heat overtook me and I sighed my pleasure.

Tom withdrew and crawled up the bed. “Suck it off.” He thrust his cock into my mouth and I eagerly devoured it, sucking off the yogurt as he pumped inside my mouth. I had never seen him quite so dominant before.

“I love it when you command me.” I was all for encouraging his confidence.

Tom moved back between my legs and stuck his tongue in my vagina.

“Your tongue’s so hot,” I gasped.

Tom placed his hands on either side of my legs and pushed them down.

I felt a gush of honey liquid in response. “I love it when you hold me down.”

Tom stabbed his tongue into my vagina again and lapped up the yogurt while I writhed in ecstasy.

Tom rose up and thrust inside me. “Now I’m going to fuck you hard and hot.”

“That does it for me.” I groaned as he pumped inside me building us to a crescendo until we both exploded with pleasure.

Tom collapsed to my side and I rolled so he could spoon against me. A black head with ginger eyebrows stared curiously at me from the side of the bed.

I shrieked. I’d been so consumed with Tom that I hadn’t realised Coal had come in.

“Down,” Tom said sternly.

Coal’s front ginger paws slipped off the bed and he disappeared.

He never obeyed me like that. Even the dog knew who was in control.



“So how are the Friday night flings going?”

I looked over at my two friends and considered what to say. I took a mouthful of food to give me a moment. We were having our traditional Monday lunch together.

“It’s going great. Tom’s usually always been in control of our lovemaking but I just realised last Friday how in charge he is. Naming his dominance seems to have released something inside him.” I paused and thought about it. “And me. We had a crazy weekend of sex where he was a total Dom.”

Megan and Trish looked at me with wide eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I hurried on. “We’re not breaking out the whips or paddles but Tom has this way of speaking and restraining me that totally drives me wild.”

“Well I think it’s great that you’re exploring your sexuality,” Megan said. “There’s nothing wrong with a bit of BDSM so long as you’re both happy.” She lowered her voice confidingly. “In fact, Chris loves to smack my ass on occasion and I find it totally hot.”

“All this talk of kinky shit is getting me hot,” Trish said, fanning her face dramatically. “I just wished I was getting some. It’s the only drawback with being single. Sometimes the vibrator isn’t quite enough.”

“I know what you mean. I wrote a letter to Tom exactly about that.”

“Now you’re going to have to give us details.” Two avid faces demanded satisfaction.

I laughed and gave them a watered down version.





Chapter Nine



Tied Up



Four weeks later, I danced inside our house with the shopping, looking forward to another delightful evening with Tom. Since he’d had the talk with Rhonda, things had been less stressful at work and he was starting to be more relaxed. His new boss had also acclimatised, reducing the workload. Tom hadn’t been to work on a Saturday since the New Year.