THREE
The fundraiser went off without a hitch. After plenty of meet and greets and a fired-up speech to act on the promises he’d made during his campaign (none of which came true) and become a different kind of politician (which he didn’t), Jay went home with his wife.
“Another day, another fundraiser done.” Sanora yawned as she entered the foyer.
“A fundraiser on Valentine’s Day,” Jay harrumphed as he loosened his tie and collar, “we’d better have raised a lot of money for that bullshit.”
“Oh, come on,” Sanora led them to their bedroom, “it wasn’t that bad. You spoke with a lot of people you’ve meant to speak with for a while, and everyone seemed fired up for your next term.”
“The most important piece of business is right here,” Jay walked to his wife and unzipped her gown, “no fancy dinners, fundraisers, and an evening full of ass-kissing suck-ups is going to ruin this.” He walked over to the dresser where there was a bottle of champagne chilled along with two glasses and a small box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Mistress.”
Sanora smiled at the romantic display. “Should I thank you or Aileen?”
“Our girl helped.” Jay smiled. “Twenty-five dollars, Mistress?”
“It’s the little things that count.” Sanora stepped out of her dress and revealed a black bustier, matching stockings and garter belt. “Like tonight.”
Jay stared down his wife’s bedroom attire and felt his cock twitch in anticipation. Large, bountiful breasts, a small waist, and long, shapely legs stood before him. His mouth watered with delight, and breath was forced out of his lungs.
Sanora owned the room, and at that moment, every part of her husband’s body. “Lord have mercy...” He muttered.
“So will I,” Sanora grabbed Jay’s crotch and lightly squeezed it, “it’s a special night tonight.”
“May I ask what you have in mind, Mistress?” Jay asked.
“Because it’s Valentine’s Day and it’s the most romantic day of the year, I’m going to go easy on you tonight. But only tonight.” She emphasized. “Tonight is all about you. Tomorrow, it’ll be about me as it usually is.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Now be a good little boy and get naked for me. I’ll meet you in The Nook.”
****
The Nook was a private room inside their home, located in a secluded and hidden area that was only accessible through the walk-in closet in their master bedroom.
Other people in the scene referred to their private rooms as dungeons and chambers. Others referred to their rooms with fancy names like Domination Palazzo or Den of Sin. But Sanora wanted something softer and, dare she think, friendlier. Nook sounded like a cozy, warm place out in the country. Let’s go to the nook. Oh, we have a nook in Georgia.
Cozy. Quaint.
The room itself was very much a nook with cream walls, lush carpeting, and vaulted ceilings. The room contained hidden walls and with the push of a button, it revealed various implements, restraints, and a bed that was custom-built specifically for BDSM activities.
Tonight was going to be a special night for the both of them. When Jay arrived at the Nook, he was greeted with a massage table in the middle of the room. Candles were lit everywhere and he briefly wondered if wax play was going to be on the menu tonight.
“Lay on the table, baby boy,” Sanora instructed.
Jay lay down on the table. He kept his eyes open until he was instructed to close them. He knew the protocol. Whatever She said, went. Nothing was up for debate or discussion.
Not that he ever had an issue with anything She did to him. He wanted her to push him to the limit and bring him back from the abyss. Humiliation was the norm between them and Sanora degraded Jay every chance she got, and there were a lot of them.
But it was what he wanted. Being in power all day and calling the shots with their shared submissives, Jay needed a reminder that he wasn’t anything and was the lowest of the low. Other politicians used reminders to keep them in check—an old photo of the first home they grew up in; a reminder of a worn suit that had seen better days; a strong memory of when they went hungry and didn’t eat for days.
For Jay? His reminder was his Domme wife. He could remember a time she made him wear her lace panties and garter to a presidential inauguration. He itched and the panties chafed him all day, causing red welts around his groin.
He loved every minute of it.
Jay soon heard her enter the room and she immediately went to work. She restrained him on the table, with his ankles separated and his wrists above his head.
“Shh...” She put an index finger to his lips. She read the need in his eyes while his hardened cock screamed want. “Tonight is going to be a special night. No degradation. No humiliation.”
“Mistress?” Jay questioned. It was highly unlike her to change the rules in The Nook.
“It’s Valentine’s Day and you deserve a treat. Just a treat for tonight, though. Tomorrow it’ll be business as usual.” Sanora reached into her bustier and pulled out a Wartenberg wheel. Jay’s eyes sparkled upon seeing the shiny silver implement and his heart fluttered on what his Mistress was going to do to him. “So relax and enjoy this. You can never say I didn’t do anything special for you.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Jay grinned.
Sanora climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. With the Wartenberg wheel, she traced it down Jay’s muscular chest, circling his nipples and caressing his abs. She cooed and purred as she tickled him with the device, probably getting more enjoyment than he was. She felt his cock press into her and she knew she was hitting the right notes with every movement.
She adjusted her position when she was on top, sinking down onto his cock. She searched his face for a reaction and was pleased to see him gasp and smile. But she didn’t dare to move. While she was going to take it easy on him that night, she needed to tease him still. Anything less would be just plain boring.
“Are you enjoying your night, baby boy?” She purred.
“Very much so.” Jay nodded. With his wife tightly wrapped around his cock and her fingers and hands pleasing other body parts, Jay was in heaven.
“I’m glad,” Sanora wiggled her hips a little. “I’m having fun also. But I would have more fun if you pleased me.”
“Anything for you, Mistress.”
Sanora got off Jay’s cock and carefully turned around, scooting her body to his head. Her waxed mound was directly over his lips and Jay could smell her desire. He darted his tongue out to taste her and dragged it to her swollen *. He buried his face inside her p-ssy as she rode him, nibbling on her * and lightly sucking on it.
“Ahh yesss...” Sanora hissed as she rocked her hips back and forth. She wanted him to f*ck her * with his tongue. “Just like that.” She leaned over and began to stroke Jay’s cock. Her mouth then enveloped his cock and she moaned in rhythm of her movements. She pulled his cock out of her mouth long enough to speak. “I want you to make me come, baby. I want to come all over your tongue.”
Jay slid his tongue back into her cunt and furiously licked her *, causing Sanora to scream in pleasure as the orgasm crashed into her. Her body stiffened and she was floating high, so high, she didn’t want to come down. She briefly forgot where she was.
“Damn, baby boy...” Sanora shook her head as she managed to get off Jay and readjusted her position and faced him again.
“Is my Mistress pleased?” Jay asked.
“Your Mistress is very pleased.” Sanora smiled. “Are you ready?”
“Very much, Mistress.” Jay nodded.
She once again slid his cock inside her. Her rhythm was slow to start before she gradually built up to a steady ride. She leaned down and they kissed—furiously, hard, and fast. She moved faster on him, their bodies slapping together and the room filling with their moans and grunts.
“I want to please you, Mistress,” Jay begged as his wife rode him, “please release me.”
“Oh, no,” Sanora panted, “not until I get what I want first. Once I come, then I’ll release you.”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
She was testing him. Waiting for him to go as far as he would let her take him before she would pull him back. It was their give and take. On the outside and within their political circles, it was widely assumed that Jay ruled with an iron fist and Sanora was the typical political submissive wife. But everyone who knew who they were in the scene, knew Sanora called the shots and she was the one who ruled over everything. What he wore, how he acted, what time he came home... even what he ate was approved by Sanora.
Jay couldn’t remember what his life was like before he met his wife. All he knew was the moment he got with her, his life was never the same.
Their eyes met and they both read each other. His were full of appreciation and love. Hers were full of satisfaction and confidence.
They were one.
Sanora’s head cocked back and a small trill escaped her lips as she climaxed. A proud smile spread on Jay’s lips knowing he was the reason for her climax. For one night only in the bedroom, they were equals.
Sanora got off Jay and finally let him out of the restraints. “As you wish, baby.”
Jay wasted no time and forced Sanora over the table, holding her back still as he entered her. He slid inside and began to pound inside her. Sanora cried upon the friction and clenched the table, digging her nails into the soft fabric.
“Thank you for coming tonight,” He whispered as a free hand snaked around her and played with her *, “it means so much that you support me.”
“Anytime, baby,” Sanora panted as she met him stroke for stroke, “you know I’ll do anything for you.”
“And I’m glad you do,” Jay bit down on her shoulder as he moved faster. “You mean everything to me, Jessica.”
“You mean the world to me, Jay.” She moaned. Her thighs began to quiver and she was close, so close to climaxing. “I’m about to come, baby.”
“Come. I want to feel you all over my cock,” Jay taunted.
“F*ck!” Sanora’s body shook and she steadied herself on the table as she climaxed. Soon after, she turned around and immediately got down on her knees and began to suck Jay off. She licked the underside and gently sucked his balls, tasting herself on him. She then swallowed him whole, sucking hard and fast, not wanting to waste any time.
Jay forcibly grabbed Sanora’s hair and f*cked her mouth with his cock, moving it in and out. “That’s it, baby. I want to f*ck your mouth.” He soon climaxed and emptied his seed into her. “Swallow it. All of it.” He ordered.
Sanora swallowed and looked up at him with happy eyes and a needy mouth. “Is my baby happy?”
Jay wiped her mouth with a thumb and then helped her up. “Very.” He picked her up and led her back to their bedroom. He placed her down on the bed and covered her up with sheets before he joined her. He briefly wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her in closer to him. “You are amazing, Jessica.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you,” Sanora fingers lightly played on his chest, “marriage is a give and take.”
“And thank you for reminding me of how much you mean to me.” Jay kissed her forehead.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, honey.”
THE END