All characters belong to E. L. James. Story line is mines :D
I have the leather paddle in my hand, I bring it down over her beautiful pale skin and I'm rewarded with a resounding snap as it makes contact. She, being the perfect submissive counts each strike. After I finish her punishment I decide to reward her for counting with me and not safe wording. After all these years I need to know that I can still bring a girl to heel in the way I used to.
"Good girl, hmm. I think I shall reward you! What should your reward be?" I asked as I circled her. She's bound wrists to ankles. Her perfect ass is in the air; her pale skin which has turned into a beautiful shade of pink.
"Whatever reward Sir thinks I deserve."
I grabbed a fist full of her hair, and roughly pulling her hair to lift her head. I lick my tongue from the corner of her mouth up to her ear and whisper my reply
"How about I fuck you. Hard?"
"Yes sir."
"I am so hard for you baby"
"Thank you sir"
"What are the safe words?"
"Yellow and Red sir."
I slam into her from behind, withdraw, and then fractionally push back in. I circle my hips and receive a long moan from her.
"Do you like that baby? Huh?"
"Yes Sir, you feel so good sir"
"Ugh. You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good." I growl as I slam into her harder and harder, working frantically towards our release. I feel her walls start to contract and she explodes around me, I thrust another twice and pour myself into her.
I quickly pull out and remove the restraints from her wrists and ankles. I turn to grab the Arcana cream and get her two Advil for the pain, though nothing could prepare me for what I turned around to. My wife. My pregnant wife standing in a tight black dress and 6 inch fuck me heels, her hair is in loose waves that now sit below her breasts, her make-up is natural, and she looks beautiful. Silent tears are falling down her face; I don't know what to say or how to explain myself to her. I don't know how to make her understand. I can feel a dull ache forming in my chest. The pain is starting to constrict my breathing. Ana turns away from me, with a disgusted look on her face; and walks away from the playroom. I quickly pull up my jeans and try to catch her up, why was she even here? As I run from the playroom I shout rapid instructions at my sub; Allyson, I tell to get dressed and get out, our contract is over, I give her the code for the service elevator and tell her that our arrangement is officially null and void and to have a nice life as I run to the great room.