A/N: I feel no remorse for making you wait.

The start of BDSM stuff if you requested it. There will be more. This is only the beginning.

Enjoy it. I can't for you all to read it. I'll have more stuff posted some time this week (very loose use of the term week).

Enjoy!

*Maxon's POV*

"Stunning." The only word I could ever use to describe my wife was stunning because it's the truth. It seemed like America was always stunning me beyond all reason. And now, wearing only my shirt and some tiny black shorts… I was totally captivated by her stunning image. Her hair, a tousled mess of fiery sun. Her icy eyes sparkling at me, full of passion and love. Her smile, a deviously wide grin filling her face perfectly. Her body… her body was enough to make me fall to my knees and worship her like the true goddess she is. Just seeing her now makes my heart tumble out of my chest into her hands. If she didn't already have full control of me, she has it now.

"Do you like it?" She asks me timidly, waiting to know what I think of her appearance.

I nod my head very quickly, "You are stunning, America. Absolutely stunning."

She ducks her head. I can see her cheeks fill with a rosy red color. She is always embarrassed by the affection I give her. I think it's cute how she hides her face, not wanting to upset me with how my comments of love and adoration make her flush. Little does she know her reactions are one of the reasons I spoil her with my words.

"Shall we get started?" I ask her, extending my hand to her.

She looks up and sighs. "Of course."

Our hands clasped together. It felt comfortable and familiar as our fingers laced together. It felt so comforting as my thumb gently rubbed a soothing circle into her soft skin, reminding her without words that we were in this together and that I love her. Marlee, already on the task at hand, snaps a picture of our hands that hold onto each other the sweet moment.

I pulled America into me. I grabbed her other hand as she faced into my body. We both looked down at our hands as they rested between our bodies. Our heads, while gazing at our hands, touched. I leaned into it, feeling the warmth of her body from our minimal spots of contact. She leaned into it, too. I closed my eyes, just feeling her close to me without fully touching.

I couldn't hear the clicks of the camera as Marlee took pictures of us together, though I knew it was there. I'm pretty sure America calls it something sweet, like drowning out the outside or only us existing, but whatever it was, I felt it. I felt like it was just us. In my mind, there was no Marlee, camera, or bedroom. To me, it was just me and America floating in space together, absorbing each other's energy and warmth.

I pulled my head up and kissed her forehead. She giggled lightly.

I whispered against her forehead, "I love you…"

"And I love you…" She told me as her eyes looked up to meet mine.

I spun her around so her back was against my chest, her arms crossed in front of her since we never let go of each other, and her head tilted to one side as she leaned back against me. I kissed her exposed neck lightly. In between the delicate kisses, my breath hummed against her skin as I confessed to her: "I can't wait till this is over so I can fuck you the way I should have yesterday… I want to try some new things too… if you're up for something more… kinky than what we've done before… doesn't that sound nice? Just the two of us… no expectations… just you moaning my name as I make you shake…"

As my words trailed into her, she would shiver. It confuses me how my words give her the most chilling effect. I've never understood it, but I will never stop doing it because I love seeing her get chills thinking about my hushed voice whispering all that I want for her into her soft, warm, comforting skin. A soft moan left her lips, it could have been a sigh unless you were standing right behind her like I was. I felt the hum in her throat as she reacted even further to my words.

I let go of one hand to twirl her out like we might be dancing and then pull her back into my arms. Her slender arms found their way around my neck as she was pulled back into me. She smiled softly at me. I couldn't help but smile back at the love of my life.

Then, I was forced out of the floating headspace because Marlee spoke to us. "Guys, these are so cute! I can't even with you two! Let's get some of you two on the bed. Just casually and sensually. Not sexual yet."

We both agreed to Marlee's suggestion and migrated to the bed. I flopped down on my side of the bed and patted the spot next to me where America sleeps. She, like an angel, fell into the bed and right into my arms. She cuddled into my chest so comfortably with her hand resting on my chest after she unbuttoned it so she could feel my bare skin. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. Everything went back into the floating space of just me and America. I was happy here. I was happy with her. I'm always happy with her.

We remained like this until America shifted and moved to straddle me. I threw my hands up in surrender to her. I was going to let her do what she wanted during her shoot, I was just her guest for this. She smirked as her hips slowly rocked against me. My hands quickly found her hips to make her stop. I didn't want things to heat up too much right yet. I figured we could wait till after this shoot before we had to actually do anything. She ran her slender fingers down my chest, to her legs, and then up her sides. I watched with rounded eyes as the shirt she was wearing was pulled up her sides, almost exposing her perfect breast, but not quite. America, that seductive little devil, was really trying. I think she wants to take a break for a few minutes to do something quickly before returning to this shoot.

"Alright, America. If this is how you want to play…" I whispered, "We can play, but I don't promise that I won't be just as evil later…"

She smirked. Her body leaned down to meet my lips before skipping them and touching the tip of my nose with her soft lips, "Maybe my only goal was to make things rougher for me later?"

"Then you are sure as hell getting what you want, you tease."

She sits up and laughs, "You are so cute when you're mad." She giggles between her sentences. "Sound familiar?"

I laugh, "America Ann… You fucking tease…"

"Are you okay, Honey?" Her voice is laced with sweet, sultry empathy- fake empathy, I'm sure of it, but it's still empathy. She rocks her hips against mine again. I suppress a groan as she continues her sweet torture. "You don't look alright. Do you need a break? You look like you might need your shit rocked by your wife."

"You look like you're gonna need my dick down your throat with that potty mouth, Darling."

"You look like you need my sweet juices in your mouth and running down your chin."

"You look like you need your guts rearranged."

She shrugs, "Maybe I do."

"Alright!" Marlee yells, "Enough! 30 minutes break. You two are going to go into America's room. Close and lock the door. 30 minutes. But consider time to calm down too. I am going to go outside and cleanse my ears from your dirty talk."

She leaves before America and I can even get up, but the second she is gone America is up and running to her room. I jump up after her to get things going since we only have 30 minutes to get this going.

When I enter, America is already losing her shorts and unbuttoning my shirt. I start getting my pants off. After that, her lips are on mine. I feel like I can't breathe with her energy flooding me and drowning me with passion, but I love the intoxicating burning feeling on her bare chest against mine and her lips moving in harmony with me. I pick her up and move her to the bed. She lays down, ready to do it the way we normally do, but I wanted to do something different. I shake my head.

"Not today, Darling. Let's try something new."

"Oh. Okay then."

"Face the head of the bed. On your knees. Go on all fours and arch the beautiful back of yours, Darling."

She doesn't even hesitate. She just does as I say. I love how she listens to my every word without any moment of doubt, it makes everything so much hotter. I rub her plump ass that she has displayed directly in front of me. I can't help but ogle at her beautiful body laid out for me to use. I rub my erect dick up the sweet folds of her wet pussy and back down.

"You ready?"

"Yes."

Then, I slip it in. Instinctively, America arches her back even more and gasps loudly, truly experiencing the new sensation that has probably been unlocked for her. I push all the way in. She looks back, almost like she wants to see how far I am, but she can't see with her sweet ass in the air. I start pounding into her. She moans out with every slap of my hips and balls against her gorgeous ass. My hands grip into her hips, pulling her back into me as I thrust in, making any amount of body fat on her jiggle.

I see her hand shift under herself a little bit to pinch her erect nipple and I can't help but groan in pleasure at the thought. We're not even eight minutes in America starts gripping the sheets, feeling her orgasm coming on. I'm right with her as she screams out my name, her juices running down her leg as she explodes with pleasure and as my own cum starts leaking out of her gorgeous hole.

I pull out, ready to collapse down next to her. She looks at me and smiles. I smile back before leaning into her to kiss her forehead. "How was that for you, Darling?"

"Best. Sex. Ever." She tells me. I chuckle slightly. She pats my arm, "I didn't realize how deep you could get. That was… fantastic."

I kiss her forehead, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"What about you? How was that for you?"

"I loved it. Seeing you so… submissive and so flustered by me… I want to see you like that all the time."

"I know that you like that kinda stuff. I'm willing to participate as long as I can have my moments too."

"You will. I know that I like that stuff, especially since it makes you happy."

She giggles shamelessly. "I love you."

"I love you."

"I hate to do this, but I need to clean up a little bit before we head back over." She sits up, almost leaving me.

"That was only round one and it took 10 minutes. We could go for round two." I suggest with the hope that she will agree and let me continue on.

"Maxon… I want to, but we should save some of that energy for later today. Like after the shoot. I don't want to be too tired afterward and not sleep with you more." She tells me as she gets up, taking one of the blankets on her bed with her.

"What if I just pleasure you, Darling?"

Her head snaps from her bathroom door to meet my eyes. I lick my lips a little, trying to get my point across without using my words. It seems to work just fine for me because before I know it America is throwing herself on me in an effort to get things rolling again. I lightly brush her off for a second. "Slow your roll, Darling. I don't wanna rush this."

She huffs, "Maxon. I want you to make me cum so many times that I'm begging you to stop."

"I might need more time for that…" I told her.

"Not unless we get this going."

I shrug. "I would rather see your sweet torture rather than rush it along."

"Fine." She says, "Then, I'm going to freshen up. But after this shoot, you make me cum till I pass out. Understand?"

"As long as I get to have my fun, then we will be just fine." I wink.

She giggles as she reenters the bathroom to clean up. The door snaps shut and I fall back on the bed. I inhale and chuckle to myself thinking about her. She was so eager… so ready. It's attractive. It's… sexy. It makes it harder for me to tell her that we should wait for her multiple-orgasm session just because I don't want Marlee to get too mad at us. Besides, it's only another hour or two. We can wait. Yeah… we'll be fine.

"I think we can move ahead to the naked portraits." America tells Marlee as she enters the room.

Marlee hesitates in her walking, like she is trying to process if she misheard America. She shakes her head, probably dismissing whatever thoughts just popped in her head, "Whatever you say, boss. I'm just the photographer."

"Maxon?" She looks to me, waiting for my definitive yes or no before giving Marlee the final order.

I shrug. "Darling, this is your photo shoot. I'm just your model. Whatever you want to do or want me to have is fine. It's completely up to you."

She sighs, rethinking her decision. "We'll do you shirtless. Then, the nude portraits."

Without a moment's worth of hesitation, I start peeling off the shirt that America had me put on before reentering our room. She mentioned something about being somewhat decent because she didn't want to make Marlee uncomfortable. I was the one who had to remind her that Marlee told us to get out and we just listened. She didn't like that response.

I set my folded-up shirt on top of one of my dressers. I turn back to America and see that she dropped her shorts and is just in my shirt and her pretty cheeky panties. She sees me staring at me and smiles lightly. I just smile back. I love seeing her smile, it's contagious. I love seeing her in general. She lights up every room she walks into. Seeing her so free with me, just makes her light shine a tad bit brighter. I love it. I love her.

"Maxon?"

I shake out of it, "Yes?"

"Are you alright? You seemed… dazed."

"Just soaking up your image," I told her.

She giggles and makes her way over to me. She looks off to the side, checking for something. I assume she's just checking for Marlee. She throws her arms around my neck, pulling me close. My arms wrap around her without any hesitation. She hugs me tightly, chin resting on my shoulder. I hold her tightly, never wanting to let her go. We both hear clicks from the camera, but I think we both tune them out, just listening to each other's breathing as we hold onto each other for dear life.

"I'm afraid to lose you." She whispers to me.

I know this. I know her fear. I share the same one. Losing her is my only fear now. We both came too close to losing each other before. "I know. Me too. But, I'm not leaving you unless I'm being dragged away."

She kisses my neck lightly. I can't help but smile even more. She kisses again before saying, "Good. I don't want you to leave."

"I don't plan on it."

"Good." She pulls away to kiss my lips again.

I only allow her to peck my lips. I pull away and tell her, "Trust me."

"Okay. I do."

I smile, "Let go and trust that you won't fall."

"Okay…" Her arms slowly pull away from my neck and let them fall to her side. I tighten my grip around her waist and allow her to slowly bend in my arms to dip. I swing her drooping body around before pulling her back up. She laughed the entire time. I hope Marlee got a good picture of it.

"That was fun." She giggles. "You should do that when we dance together."

"I normally save that stuff for veterended dancers and the love of my life."

"I have one of the two."

I smile, "You'll get the other one. You're so close to being the best dancer I know."

She smiles back at me. Then I see her eyes brighten. She has an idea, and I can tell because of how her blue eyes started to glow. "Hey, Maxon."

"Yes, Darling?"

"So, for the kinky thing you want to do later…"

"Yes?"

"Why don't we get pictures of a pg13 version of it. Save the r-rated stuff for later…?"

"Okay…" I tell her timidly. "Do you trust me, darling?"

"With my entire being…"

"Okay. America, Darling, what is your favorite word?"

"Why?"

"Because I want us to have a safe word. So that way if things get too overwhelming for you or me or if I, heaven forbid, hurt you, we have a word to say that makes us both stop instantly."

"Why can't we just use stop?"

I sigh. I don't think she understands why I think this is so important. "Because sometimes it'll be hard for me to listen to a stop when I get into the headspace required for this."

"Okay… Let's use bubble."

"Bubble. Okay. If you say that, I stop and I go into care mode, understand?" I asked. She nods. "Perfect. Down on your knees."

She does as she's told. It's so arousing to see her so submissive. "Hey, Marlee?"

"Yes?"

"In my closet, right by the door, there is a tall dresser with the drawers labeled by color. Grab a nice black tie from there for me, will you?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

Marlee hurries off to grab a tie for me while I quickly plan what to do with my beautiful wife, my baby.

"Here you go, Maxon." She hands them to me quickly.

"Thank you. I'll tell you when to start taking pictures unless you wanna get candid shots of me tying her up."

"Okay…"

I wonder if America is shitting herself wondering what beast she unlocked when allowing me to do a more moderate version of what I want to do to her tonight.