Unexpected Top(11)

Cissy rubbed her temples. “I know.”

“Do you,” he motioned toward the bed, “you know, wanna try them now?”

“Not feeling too in-the-mood at the moment.”

“Then let’s go out to dinner. We’ll have some fun and then come back here and see if we can’t figure some of this stuff out. I do love you. I hope you know that.”

“I do.” She didn’t sound awfully certain. Cissy rose and went into the bathroom and Len lowered himself to the spot she’d just vacated. Was she right? Did he not pay attention? Did he not care about her pleasure? He loved Cissy. It was just so damn difficult to know what made her happy. Maybe he should suggest that next time she restrained him, she also told him what she wanted. A thought chilled him to the bone. If he didn’t try harder, if he didn’t figure it out, was he going to lose her?





Chapter Three



Cissy gave Len four sexual rewards of different types over the next three days as her husband worked like a demon around the house and watched his mouth. She wondered if he was feeling guilty about their fight last Friday night, but it seemed like this reward system was working. Len was helping out with chores a lot more, and even when she wasn’t giving him a reward he paid better attention to her.

His lack of a potty mouth was refreshing too. Everybody swore now and then, but Len had gotten to the point where he was replacing words in his speech with curses regularly and it had to stop. If he was like this at work he couldn’t be making a good impression on his bosses and coworkers.

It was time to implement phase two of her plan. Len had some other annoying and rude habits it was time to end, such as leaving his clothes strewn all over the bedroom, not putting away his clean laundry and dropping his wet towel on the comforter after showering. As a result, their bedroom often looked like a bomb had hit it.

To the bottom of The List, Cissy added an area for “things that get rewards taken away”. She was sure Len would bitch when he saw the new additions, but she wasn’t about to back down now. Besides, she planned to soften the blow with some time in bed that night. Over the weekend she’d cuffed Len again, even adding the blindfold. Just like the first time she’d restrained him, he came like a man possessed. After that he’d even taken the time to put his mouth on her and she had her first orgasm without the help of her vibrator in quite some time.

Sure enough, Len got home and came charging into the bedroom while she was changing out of her work clothes. “What the fuck is that on the fridge?” She supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised he’d abandoned his attempts to clean up his language given the recent event, but a surge of annoyance rose up anyway.

“I assume you’re talking about the additions to the list?”

“Yeah, more rules? Are you freaking kidding me? Now I have to clean up my room like I’m some naughty kid?”

“When you behave like a naughty kid I’ll treat you like one.”

“I’m your husband,” he retorted.

“Then act like it.” She stalked out of the room before he could say anything else, but he followed her.

“You can’t do this.”

“I’m the one who instituted the rewards, I’m the one who can take them away.” Once at the bottom of the stairs, she spun to face him. “Besides, why is it so much to expect you to keep our bedroom clean? Do you see my clothes all over the place? Did I leave my dresser drawers gaping open for so long all the tracks are broken? No. Because I’m an adult and I pick up after myself. Now I expect you to.” On her way to the kitchen, she called back, “I’m starting dinner.”

Len snorted. “I’d do it, but since I’m not getting my cock sucked anyway, why bother?”

She ignored him. Cissy had read that many men didn’t take kindly to the control being increased, but with time most of them realized how much more harmonious their marriage was. Len wasn’t a bad man by any means, he’d just been allowed to take her for granted. And like Eleanor Roosevelt had famously said, no one can take advantage of you without your permission, and this wasn’t just Len’s fault. She’d allowed it to perpetuate. Now it was time to end it.

When dinner was ready she put it on the table. Len ate quickly, not making conversation, and then went outside. She heard what sounded like the hedge trimmer start and smiled to herself. Trimming the bushes was on the list, and it appeared Len wasn’t so angry he refused to do a chore that would get him a reward. And she didn’t plan to refuse him. She’d made those additional stipulations with the idea it would take him a few days to clean up the bedroom. If he trimmed the bushes, he’d get his reward.