Eric had hugged her tightly, wiping her face gently. She had drifted off to sleep entwined in the security of their love for one another, the assurance that can be both aphrodisiac and sedative. But long after Donna had gone to sleep, Eric lay awake thinking. Planning. Tonight, he was ready.
"Well, that's it for the kitchen, babe," he said lightly, wiping his hands on a towel. "I'm fixing myself a drink; would you care for one?"
"None for me, thanks," Donna said absently. Intent on square footage and backyards, she didn't notice Eric step into the red room and close the door behind himself.
Several minutes later, he cracked open the door and called to her. "Could you come here a minute, babe?"
Donna waved at the door, annoyed. "Not now, there's a new development near the river I want to check ou—"
"I said to come here!" Eric's voice was surprisingly firm. He stood in the doorway, fully clothed, as he pulled his longish hair back into a ponytail. Then he waited, hands on his hips. Just standing there.
Donna closed the laptop meekly. "Do you want me to change into my boots or anything?"
"I said to come here."
When she obeyed, Eric closed the door. Candles were already lit around the room, making their shadows dance on the walls and ceiling. Restraints were attached to the bed in a variety of configurations. Music played in the background, softly enough that it wasn't a distraction, but loudly enough to evoke mood. That's new, Donna thought. The symphonic arrangement had an air of mystery, even danger.
"Undress."
Without a word, Donna took her clothes off, amazed at how shy she suddenly felt. This was her husband. This was her sub, for crying out loud! Tonight, though, he was someone else. He was the Dom, and it was quite apparent that he no longer needed to be "talked through" the process.
Eric said nothing as Donna eased her t-shirt over her head and slipped out of her shorts. She stood there in her lace bra and panties, still wondering at some level if he was going to ask her to take over from there. He held up an accusing finger and made a little noise deep in his throat, warning her. "Keep going."
Slowly, Donna reached behind her back to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the carpet. She reached down and wiggled out of her panties. Standing in front of the still-clothed Eric, she felt unusually small and vulnerable. The music, however, was suddenly bigger. It seemed to be getting louder, more intense. Donna's heart beat faster. Her excitement was building, that kind of leaning forward down there. A little drip of moisture ran unchecked down one thigh. And we haven't even started.
Eric sat on the bed and pulled her across his lap. "I can hold you as strongly as restraints," he said, pinning her naked legs with one of his, a vise grip on both her hands above her head with his left hand. "You have been bad, Donna." Whack. "You wanted more, but you didn't tell me." Whack. "You needed more, but you didn't speak up." Whack.
On and on, the spanking continued, each blow landing a little harder than the one previous as the music swelled. Just when she wondered if this was all that was going to happen here—this punishment—he stopped. Pulling her to her feet, Eric backed her against the closed door.
"I know what you want. I know what you've wanted from our first night in here. You told me, but I wasn't listening." Eric pinned her shoulder to the door with one hand, as he unzipped his pants with the other. When he took his hand away from her shoulder, his weight against her body still trapped her. He fumbled below his waist, releasing his erection to press against her. A wave of desire shivered through her as his heat almost burned her skin.
"Are you ready for me?" he murmured.
Donna's affirmative came out part-moan, part-squeak. The music was building and building, mirrored by their increasingly heavy breaths. Eric threw her to the bed, face down, her legs dangling over the side. Entering her as he pulled her torso off the bed, he thrust slowly and deeply. She felt like a doll in his hands, powerless to move, helpless to change position so that she might benefit from his movements. His thrusts became faster, deeper. He'll climax, and then it will be over, she thought, her heart sinking. I can't… not like this. For reasons she could not explain, she felt as lonely as she had ever felt. And there was nothing she could do to help herself.
Suddenly, Eric moved out of her and in one swift move, turned her over and off the bed and reached behind Donna's back, grabbing her buttocks. He rested her back again on the door, groaning as he entered her again. Donna wrapped her legs around him; he allowed her the space to move and they began to rock against the hard surface. The feel of her skin against his shirt, her hands on his bare buttocks in contrast, almost sent her to the edge.
Faster, faster, deeper as the music swelled to its crescendo… "Aaiihh," Donna screamed as she reached her climax with Eric. When he started to disengage, she screamed again, "No! Please, no! Don't stop!"
Eric pressed her harder against the door. With another groan of ecstasy, she bucked against him, her legs flying up. For the first time in her life, her orgasm brought on a great sob from deep inside of her.
As her climax slowly melted into bliss, Eric laid her down gently. Supporting himself on one elbow, he used his free arm to cuddle her bent legs into his lap before softly wiping her tears away. "Shh, sweet Donna. Don't cry. Don't cry."
