50 Shades of Family

Mr. Submissive

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Christian's POV

My hands go to my eyes and I feel the familiar woven silky texture of my favorite tie. Two hands work to secure the tie around my head and then land on my shoulders and warm puffs of air beat against my ear.

“Welcome home.” My wife whispers in my ear. “Don't make a sound.” I nod my head with a smirk on my face. I feel her nails drag along my suit clad arm and across my abdomen as well as the clicking of heels echoing around the room. I reach my arms out to feel for her and just as my hands grasp her smooth, soft, bare skin she slaps my hands away.

“No touching either.” She warns so I drop my hands by my side and continue to relish in the feeling of her hands all over me. Her nails trail up to my shoulders and push my suit jacket from my shoulders. I feel it fall to me feet and she doesn't bother to move it. Her hands start to fiddle with the tie around my neck, effectively removing it in record time. I don't know where she tosses it but her hands are quick to unbutton my shirt and push it off my shoulders as well.

I hear her knees hit the floor causing blood to rush south, only making my pants even more uncomfortable. Her hands move to my shoes and she taps my ankles telling me to step out of them. Next, her hands roam from my toes, up my calves, over the top of my thighs and to my belt. She takes her sweet teasing time to remove it and a few seconds later there is a clanking sound of metal colliding with the wood floor. Her hands are still teasing me in anyway yo can think of, man I wish I could take this blind fold off.

I gasp when I feel her hand cup me through the fabric and give me a harsh squeeze. With out warning she tugs my pants down as well as my briefs and the cold air hits me hard. “Shit.” I hiss.

Smack! I gasp. The feeling of leather against my skin leaves a foreign, permanent, stinging sensation. “I said you don't make a sound.” Did my wife just spank me with my own belt? I feel her stand up and tug on my hands, leading me somewhere. “Next time you speak, I will take you over my knee.” I almost scoff as she throws my words back at me, but this side of my Anastasia is so different and such a turn on...I might actually be a little frightened at the advantage she has over me right now. We have always talked about experimenting with reversed roles in bed, and this is better than I imagined. Best birthday ever!

“So I don't get to see you?” I pouted. Oh...wait...

She jerks me hard and I feel the smooth velvet texture of the red couch glide across my knees. Next thing I know, her fingers are tangled in my hair and pulling me down hard. My midsection is pressed against her knees and my hand and knees are supporting me on the floor.

“Do you know why I'm doing this?” Her voice sounds soft and I can detect a smile, but at the same time she sounds very demanding. I can be demanding in the playroom, but not as severe as other dominates. The amount of control she has over me is more than I've had over her, but there are no words to describe how exhilarating it truly is. “Use you're words, baby.”

“I talked with out permission.” Surprisingly my voice comes out soft and raspy. Her hands move up and down my back, even across both cheeks before she delivers the first swat. My body surges forward at the contact and I hiss as the stinging burn sizzles under my skin for a few seconds.

“That feel good?” She coaxes as her hand runs over the, probably now, reddened skin. I nod and hum, but as a disapproving action, the hand that is not occupied massaging my backside slips down between my legs and squeezes my balls, digging her nails into the sensitive skin. “Words.”