This maybe the dirtiest thing I've ever written. But it's cute too.
Seven and a half hours later Henry is walking into their Georgetown home. It's 10 AM, he knows the kids should all be gone. He wonders if she waited for him, or if she went to work. His phone dings.
Elizabeth: I'm upstairs, called in sick ;)
He wastes no time, practically running up the stairs and into their room. He stops. She's still trying to kill him. She's wearing her blue teddy and black thigh high nylons. Her hair is down and she doesn't have any makeup on. She's kneeling before him, her butt resting on her heels, hands resting palm up on her thighs. She's looking at him expectantly. She's in full submissive mode.
This must have been what she meant by I want to play when you get home. It's been awhile since they've done this, since before she was SecState. This dynamic has been welcomed in their bedroom from time to time. It's something Elizabeth brought up after 9/11, when Jason was small and she was working 60 hour weeks. She just wanted him to take control of her. For a little while, she didn't have to make decisions- or think about terrorism or war. She didn't have to be a mother. He just gave her pleasure.
"Rough day yesterday?" He kneels before her, testing her headspace. He wants to make sure she's okay, before her starts.
"Yes, it was. I want you to take me. I don't want to think today." She looks him in the eye. Her consent given, her trust of him implicit.
He nods and gives her a peck to the lips.
"What's your safe word?" He asks her, before standing.
"Red" He nods, he's a big fan of the traffic light system, he's glad that she is too. He stands towering over her for a moment, getting himself in the proper headspace. Playing has always been more for her, than for him. But he does love what it does to her.
"Don't move." He's full Dom now, meeting her where she's at.
"Yes, captain." She replies.
He walks into their closet and retrieves the box, barely unpacked from their move two years ago, except for two items, one green and one purple.
He sets up his space as Elizabeth waits, kneeling in the center of the room at the foot of their bed facing the door. He takes his time tying the ropes to the metal rings, placed on their head and foot boards for these very occasions. He makes sure the knots are safe, he spent a lot of time learning how to tie her up properly and safely when she first expressed wanting to try it. He ties the wide leather cuffs to the ropes, knowing that she doesn't like bruises, but she does like to pull on the ropes. He strips the bed down to its fitted sheet and lays a waterproof blanket down. He takes care to get it nice and smooth. He removes all of the current items from his night stand and places them in the chair next to the bed. Finally, he places lube, and various toys in reach. He plans to make her as miserable and needy as he was on that plane. He's going to have fun watching her come undone. But first, he has eight hours of tension that needs dealt with.
He walks over to her. Removing his shirt and kicking off his shoes as he does. He stands in front of her, meeting her eyes.
"Up to a full kneel" He tells her, guiding her upper body off of her heels by gently pulling on her hair. She looks up at him, arousal in her eyes as she awaits his full orders.
"Take them off." He tells her, gesturing to his pants.
She reaches for the button, popping it and undoing the zipper. She pulls his jeans down and he steps out of them. He raises a foot and she removes his sock, then the other.
"Take out my cock." She loves dirty talk, he learned that way before they started playing these games.
She smiles like she's receiving a prize as she removes his fully hard member through the top of his boxers.
"Make me come. And Elizabeth, when I do, you better swallow." He commands her.
She starts with a lick from the underside, moving up his shaft. Then she swirls her tongue over the tip a few times before taking him almost all the way in. He moans and bucks into her mouth, finally feeling some relief. She starts up a rhythm, bobbing her head in time with the thrusts of his hips. He puts his hand in her hair, grabbing and pulling slightly. She takes his cue and swallows, allowing him to go farther into her mouth. She gags on him slightly and his cock twitches when he hears it. She lets him stay in the back of her throat for a few moment before she needs to pull back to breathe. She uses her tongue now, roughly teasing the tip of his cock, making him pant.
"That's it babe, God right there." He's not going to last much longer. He looks down at her, tears in her eyes and his cock in her mouth. He loses it.
"Elizabeth" He moans as he shoots his cum into her mouth. She takes all of it, swallowing it down and savoring the taste of him. He pulls out of her mouth, and places his softening dick back in his boxers. Satiated enough to focus on her for now.
"Good girl." He tells her. He offers her his hand and helps her to her feet. He kisses her deeply, she takes his tongue readily into her mouth. His hands run up her thighs and under her teddy. He smiles into the kiss when he meets her bare ass with his hands. His naughty girl isn't wearing any panties. He exits the kiss and pulls the teddy over her head. Leaving her there naked except for her thigh highs.
"Get on the bed, and make an X" He slaps her ass playfully. She follows his command, climbing onto the center of the bed and resting her head on the pillow. Then she places each of her limbs in their corresponding corners, making herself open for him. Once more a sign of the trust that they share.
"Color?" He asks her as he picks up a cuff to place on her wrist.
"Green" She replies. He walks around the bed, hitting all four corners. He secures her wrist and ankles, testing the fit and security along the way.
"Are they too tight?" He asks after he secures the last cuff.
"No, sir." She says, her breaths coming faster in anticipation. He smiles at her as he walks up his side of the bed and pecks her lips.
"Do you need another pillow?" He had only left her one, her back arches higher that way and he is a fan of that visual, but he wants her to be comfortable.
"No, captain." There's a light trace of a smile on her face. He takes a second to appreciate her. Her blue eyes are filled with lust staring at him. Her breast bouncing with every breathe she takes, her nipples hard. Her pussy fully visible to him, glistening and wanting.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" He asks her, bringing a blush to her cheeks.
He grabs his first item off of the night stand. A black scarf. She watches him and lifts her head and closes her eyes, he finds no need to ask her color for this one. He fits the scarf around her head covering her eyes securely. He gently leads her head back to its resting position.
"Our normal rules stand. You will follow every instruction. You will answer every question verbally. You will call me captain or sir. You will not come without permission. You will thank me when I allow you to come. And finally you will use the safe word, if you need to stop, I will stop immediately. Understood?" His voice is low, domineering but filled with love.
"Yes, captain." She nods, the anticipation killing her.
He climbs on the bed and straddles her. His lips find her neck, kissing and biting, careful not to leave any marks. He finds the spot behind her ear and sucks. Her moans fill his ears and he stops, not wanting to give her too much too soon. She pulls on the ropes wanting to pull his face back to her neck. He chuckles at her desperation.
"All in good time, baby." He tells her and she lets out a sigh. He reaches over to the nightstand for items number two and three. A gold butt plug, it's her favorite one. And a bottle of lube. He gets off of the bed and resettles himself by kneeling on the bench at the foot of their bed. He leans over so his upper body is laying on the bed between her legs. He reaches out with his index finger and runs it gently through her folds, barely providing any pressure. He gets a frustrated grunt in return.
"You're so wet for me, babe." He says in awe of her. He brings his head closer between her legs. He needs to taste of what he's been craving for eight hours. He runs his tongue along her slit, not daring to give her what she wants yet by going through her folds.
"You taste magnificent." He tells her.
He then opens the bottle of lube squeezing some out onto his hand. He uses his thumb to start circling her asshole. Her back arches into his touch. He continues his slow circles until loud moans fill the room. He smiles as he starts slowly inserting his index finger inside. She gasps as he goes to his first knuckle. He holds it there for a minute letting her body open to him. She moves her hips and he takes it as his signal to move. He slowly fucks her ass with his finger moving it deeper with each thrust. Her hips are joining his movements meeting his rhythm perfectly. Her breathing erratic, her face flushed.
"You like that, don't you baby?"
"Yes, sir." She halve moans it. He removes his finger at her answer, and receives another groan, this one more desperate than the last. He takes his time, properly lubing the plug. He wants her to come back down a little. Wanting to see how long he can edge her, to see how much she can take before begging.
He gives her another minute of rest counting out the seconds in six sets of one-one thousands. Then he works in the plug. It goes in smoothly, due to his prep work and the lube. She lets out a surprised gasp, which quickly turns into a satisfied moan.
He crawls up the bed laying his full body weight on top of her. He feels her heart beating faster than normal in her arousal.
"Enjoying yourself?" He ask her as he notices her failure at self-control, when she slightly bucks her hips up into his. He runs his nails lightly up her side producing goosebumps.
She doesn't know if she has in it herself to answer. Her body is on pins and needles, every touch so pleasing it borders on pain.
"Yes, sir." Her breathless words fill his ears.
He kisses her gently, slowly moving his tongue in sync with hers. He moves from her mouth quickly moving down her neck to her breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth. He works it gently with his tongue. He switches to the other breast after a few minutes. Her moans start soft and grow louder with every flick of his tongue. Her hips are involuntarily bucking now. He continues, switching breasts every minute or so, waiting for her to say the magic words.
"May I have more, please sir?" Her voice near tears and begging. Dripping with need. He stops and moves back up, his mouth touching her ear.
"Option 1 or option 2?" He whispers in her ear, a callback to her previous question on the plane.
"2, sir." She says without thinking about it. She doesn't much care, what he does next as long as it's more.
"Good choice." He tells her, he kisses down her body, he goes slow, but not too slow. When he's lying between her legs once again. He runs his hand up her inner thighs and parts her lips. He starts with a single slow lick starting at the bottom of her entrance and going to the top. He doesn't dare touch her clit, not yet. He penetrates her with his tongue a few time before pulling away and swiftly inserting two fingers into her wet heat. Her back arches off the bed and her arms pull on the ropes.
"Oh, God Yes" She yells, as his fingers curl up to massage her gspot. Her brain is white, no thoughts running through. Just feeling. Feeling his fingers inside of her, filling her almost full with the help of the plug. Feeling the ropes restricting her movements as she tries to squirm on the bed. It' so good, she's almost flying. But it's not enough. She needs more.
"Please, more, sir. Please?" He does not hesitate to give it to her. His thumb working over her clit in fast circles. She arches even higher of the bed, gasping for breath pulling against the ropes, waiting on his command.
"Come." He keeps it simple, knowing he has pushed her to her limits.
Elizabeth lets out a scream, as her back somehow comes even higher off the bed. Her brain is filled with fuzz as her whole body relishes wave after wave. She's sure she's never experienced anything this close to heaven. And it just won't stop, as soon as she thinks she's coming down, it shoots right back up.
He watches in awe, counting the seconds, like he always does when they play this game. He's watching the clear liquid come out of her, smiling at his literal handy work. He's amazed when he hits thirty and there's no end in sight. He keeps up the work with his hands giving her all that he can. Taking her as high as her body will allow for however long it will allow it.
Her back hits the mattress hard and suddenly at second fifty two. Her thigh muscles clenching to close her legs, but the ropes stops them. He takes his cue and removes his hand quickly and pulls out the plug.
"Ooooh, m-my God." She says, her voice shaking. She swallows thickly and remembers "Thank you, sir."
She lays for a minute catching her breath.
"Take them off?" Not sub Elizabeth, his wife Elizabeth asks. He's undoes her ankles first as quickly as he can, then rushes to the headboard to get undo her wrists. She throws her arms around him and he holds her close untying the scarf that still covers her eyes.
"I love you." He tells her softly cradling her head against his chest. It scares him when she doesn't answer.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?" He needs to know if he did something she didn't like or didn't want.
"More than." She says into his chest.
"I didn't know I could do that." She's amazed at the heights her body took her to this morning.
"Hold me while we nap for a while? I'll tell you about my day yesterday when we clean up later." She asks him. He nods. He gets up from the bed and pulls the water proof blanket off of the bed discarding it next to his clothes. He grabs another pillow and a blanket. He meets her back in bed and they fall easily into each other's arms.
"I love you, too, by the way." She tells him remembering his earlier expression. He holds her tighter against him. They fall asleep holding each other. And it actually is heaven.
