He went into the room and brought in a bag of stuff and dropped it on the table. Anais saw ball gags and scarves and nipple clamps in the bag.
“I’m to make you regret ever committing a crime,” he said. He growled into her ear, “Now you will get to see how depraved I am.”
For the next 30 minutes, Peter continued his violation of her, first putting the ball gag in her mouth.
“You’re a sick woman,” he said.
He tied a silk scarf around her eyes, plunging her vision into pitch black darkness. She felt some feathers run along the length of her spine and she shuddered. The feather went back up her spine and she heard Peter growl. He flipped her over and stuck his dick between her tits, rubbing up and down her chest, bumping it against her chin. He rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb and pulled it taut.
Anais moaned into the ball gag. She heaved her chest into the air.
Peter pulled her up to a sitting position and licked her open mouth while cupping her breasts in his hands.
He looked at her. Grabbing a pair of handcuffs from off the table, he locked her hands behind her. “You’re officially under arrest.”
Anais once again moaned. Peter put the nipple clamps on her and stuck his dick inside of her, thrusting upward into her, holding her body close to his. “You are going to rot in jail for the rest of your life, and I will be there to fuck you and never let you forget why you’re there in the first place,” he whispered.
She moaned her approval. Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair and kissed the side of her mouth.
His thrusting became more urgent. “You want me to torment you for the rest of your days?”
She responded in kind, bouncing madly up and down his dick, grinding her pelvis into his. Peter bit her on her earlobe. He turned her over and fucked her from behind once more, holding her hair in a vice grip, making her ass cheeks bounce back and forth, until his thrusts grew more shallow; he stiffened up and let out a primal groan and released his seed deep inside of her. “You are mine,” he growled.
He pulled out of her. His hands moved gently while they unlocked the handcuffs from around her wrists, untied the scarf and removed the ball gag from her mouth. He picked her up and carried her to bed, tucking her underneath the covers. He pushed some hair out of her face.
“Are you satisfied woman?”
“Yes I am man.”
He kissed her on her forehead. “Do you need a towel?”
“Yes, thank you.”
They cleaned up and Peter crawled into bed with his wife. “I love you.”
“I love you too baby.”
***
Collin ran into the car before his parent could even get out.
“Hi sweetie, what’s wrong?” Anais asked.
“Thomas had a bad case of diarrhea while we were at the trampoline center and we had to bring him home and he stunk up the whole car.”
“Oh no,” Anais said. Peter stifled a laugh.
“But other than that, we had fun. We made some smores and watched a few movies and hit the piñata. I got some candy. Did you have fun last night while I was gone?”
“Oh, we had a lot of fun kiddo,” Peter said.
“What did you do?”
“Um…”
Peter made the save, “We played Scrabble.”
“Yeah, Scrabble.”
***
At home, Collin took his stuff to his room and then ran down stairs to turn on the television.
Rosie was still gone to the casino.
The commercial had come on once again. Anais smiled. “We have to go back,” she said to Peter.
“I would think you’re addicted.”
“I’m addicted to you.”
They shared a kiss. “We’ll go back.”
“Mom, Dad, what are you talking about?”
“We’re talking about some mommy and daddy issues,” she said.
“Yeah, what your mother said,” Peter co-signed.
“Well, okay.”
***
They sat out in lawn chairs at another of Collin’s soccer games. Well, Peter moved along the sideline as the game progressed, cheering excitedly for his son. “Go left, come on you can do it!”
Collin got the ball and took it all the way before scoring a flawless goal into the net. Peter jumped up and down as if the kids had just won the World Cup for their country.
“Peter, we’re supposed to be encouraging good sportsmanship among the children,” Anais said.
“My son just scored a beautiful goal, I don’t care about good sportsmanship right now, my son is awesome.”
Anais clapped and laughed at him.
One of the other moms came up to them. “Can I ask you two a question?”
“Um, sure, yeah.”
“How do you two manage to look so happy?”
“What do you mean?” Peter asked.
“Like, you two look like you still enjoy being around one another and I, I guess I just want to know the secret.”
Anais and Peter shared a look between the two of them. “Well,” she began, “if you really must know… have you seen those commercials for the Love Palace?”
“All I do now is watch television, so I’ve definitely seen it.”
“You and your husband need to go there for a night, and I promise that you won’t regret it at all.”
“That’s it? You still screw each other?”
“It’s more than that. We listen to one another. Do this with your husband and I guarantee that you will begin to listen to one another.”
The woman shrugged. “I’ll give it a shot. Thank you very much.”
After she had left, “Did that just really happen?” Peter asked.
“It just happened.”
“Wow.”
Collin ran up to them once the game was over. “Did you see that shot I made?”
“That was amazing, I am so proud of you,” Peter gushed.
The Walshes drove home, a picture of happiness.
Starting Fires
by Cynthia Conley
