I crossed my arms in front of my chest and let the hot water run over my head and down my back. Something about a hot shower late at night always makes me think of him, the last time he was here, what happened the last moment I saw him.

So vivid, I can feel his hands wash me while I close my eyes and enjoy being adored. His arms closed tightly around me, while the hot water spills down around us. I open my eyes again and the vision disappears, his face washing down the drain with the rest of the soapy water.

The first time I spent time with him, it was at a bar, getting drinks with our co-workers. Mid-thirties, blonde hair, a worn baseball cap always on his head, strong military stance and body, standing six foot three and most importantly, always the center of attention. Oh, how he held the center of a room. It was like he was a magnet, and people just got pulled to him.

A woman I had met in the bathroom came out and drunkenly sat at our table, flirting endlessly with him, asking him if he was married, what he did for a living, then rattling on about her job and her boss, intermittently. Most of her conversation was directed at T, not taking notice to the five or so other people sitting at the table with him.

Without warning, she reached her hand up the pant leg of his shorts and suggested that if he wasn't married, that he should come home with her. I saw a change in his face that I will never forget.

"My wife wouldn't appreciate you doing that," he laughed, but then his face fell serious.

"Oh! You have a wife, do you?" She responded with drunken animosity. He motioned at me.

T suddenly turned to his right where I was seated and I saw the change in his face, and I felt his strong hand on the back of my neck.

"I'm going to kiss you, and you'd better kiss me like you're head over heels for me." Then his tongue was in my mouth. I felt a shiver down my spine like I'd never felt before and a melting sensation in my chest that released itself in my panties.

Oh, there was no need to pretend I'm head over heels, honey; you just hammered that last nail in.

The look on the woman's face was that of jealousy and then rage and she stood up from the table, kicking her chair backwards. "I'll fight you for him!" She screamed at me, and suddenly the same look crossed T's face. After the kiss, I realized it was the look of assertion, that whatever statement he was going to make was going to happen because God help you if you chose to disobey. She saw this look then too, and left the bar with a huff.

I had driven him down to the bar, and he asked me then to take him back to his truck. The ride back was silent, and I was completely clueless as to what I could say, and dared not to ask for more, even though I so badly wanted to.

He sat in the passenger seat, quiet, for five minutes, as I sat staring into the parking lot lights.

"I'm going to start my truck, and then I need to talk to you." T got out of my car and slammed the door, fumbled with his keys to unlock his truck, and got it started. I watched him look at himself in his window, take a deep breath, and then turned around.

He got back in the car and the look was there again. I wasn't scared, but instead curious if I should expect an apology. Instead, I was totally blown away.

"I want to reward you for listening and doing as you were told at the bar." It was said in a low tone, nearly a growl.

"I don't understand..." and his mouth was on mine again, kissing me more gently this time, and his hands moved to my pants and tore away the button, sliding his hands roughly down the front of my underwear.

I couldn't help myself, it was something about his control over the situation that made me instantly wet. I had no choice in the matter, and I was completely ok with it. I'd never experienced something like this before in my life, I didn't want it to stop.

I was rewarded by his hand beckoning two orgasms out of me, in the driver seat of my car while sitting in the parking lot at work. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Mid August, two and half years after he pulled me into his world, I found myself driving two hours to go see him for his birthday weekend.

The weekend ended up being cool and crisp and the days were spent with our kids, having cookouts and taking them to car shows, sitting out at the picnic table for all our meals, and functioning like a typically family. I had brought a dress for his actual birthday, and I couldn't wait to wear it. I wore jeans and a t-shirt all weekend, most of my clothes now too big, my pants three sizes too large and my t-shirts hung baggy. I was brunette and 160 pounds, with broad shoulders and thick legs and bottom, standing five foot six. I knew I wasn't a head turner with my physical appearance, but if you got close enough, I've been told my eyes draw you in, like Venus fly traps.

So from the outside, we seemed like a normal couple living normal lives.

Normal. Plain. Ordinary. Regular. Usual. Common.

Vanilla.

I remember vanilla from years ago. I would never miss that state of being again in my life.

The evening before his birthday, while I sat musing on how much everything had changed in the past nearly three years, I was informed of a duty I was expected to do. The kids were all brushing their teeth, focusing on getting ready for bed, choosing their cartoons for the night and climbing into their bed altogether. I felt his breath on my neck and could feel the change in his voice.

"Go upstairs and run the shower. Undress, and don't get in until you are told," remarked T, in a low growl.

I immediately stood, not daring to disobey, and kissed the kids good night and mentioned I was going to shower.

I walked up the long flight of stairs wondering what he had in mind. It was never the same, always changing, always spur of the moment. I started the shower, and undressed as I was told...and waited.

I waited and waited and waited. I can feel the steam from the shower and felt the cool air from the vent wash over me, and started to shiver. My nipples tensed, my skin got bumpy, and I shook.

This was becoming torture rather than enjoyment.

The door pushed open, and he came in and undressed in front of me. I wanted him to hold me against him, because he was always so warm, but he stood out of arms reach, penis hard, glaring at me with his look of assertion.

Wordlessly, he got in the shower and began to groan within the warm water. I know he saw how tight my nipples were, he must know how cold I am. Still I stood until I was given direction.

He slid the curtain to the side, he was now completely wet, and I could see the steam coming off his body.

"Kneel." He demanded, and I did as I was told, hoping to earn entrance into the warm shower by compliance. "Now open," he demanded once again, and I submitted to his order.

I knelt on the cold tile floor, hands on my naked thighs, back strong and upright, and took him into my mouth, and sucked slowly, working my way down from the head to the base, letting my tongue flick out when I had him in fully, licking his balls.

Slowly I worked my way back up to his tip, then sucked gently and used my tongue to trace the head, slip through the slit, then lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully into my mouth again. I focused on pleasing him, trying to block out the cold, and ignore the ache in my legs from the cold tile floor.

He groaned loudly, grabbing my hair and forcing himself into my throat, and I felt his penis swell and fill my mouth with cum. I could feel the ache in between my legs now too, outweighing the sensation of cold.

He withdrew from my mouth to let me swallow, and offered his hand to help me up. I stood then, still waiting to be allowed to get in.

"Grab a washcloth and a bar of soap, please." His tone had changed again, now filled with compassion.

I quickly gathered the items and handed them to him, and he pulled my hand to signal me to come in.

I could have nearly exploded, the warm water felt amazing. Then the assertion was back. "Wash me, slowly." And I was more than happy to stand in the warm water and worship his body with soap.

The next morning was his birthday, and he was up early, doing things outside, he left me sleep, untouched and wound up from the evening before, never giving me release. I might have to beg later and deal with the punishment.

I pinned my hair up with bobby pins, curling it in oldies pin up style, slipped my polka dot dress on and slid my red lipstick across my lips.

I knew he loved the old pinup style, and I mostly wanted to torture him seeing me in a dress all day and not being able to do anything about it.

There would be punishment for that too, but a couple slaps on the ass would be nothing compared to what would happen if I would beg. Wait a minute...what would happen?

I trembled all the way down the steps wondering what his reaction would be.

His face lit up. "You look incredible. Did you bring that to wear just for me?"

I was elated. "Y-yes," I stammered, "I did."

"Well you did a fantastic job," then paused as he added, "Again." Did I just get a pat on the back for last night too? Oh he was so devious to me. What was I in for?

I made breakfast, standing at the oven in my dress and heels, and cooked for him and the kids.

We spent the day letting the kids play outside, and I took my heels off to play soccer with them.

He busied himself with relatives that stopped by, reading cards and opening gifts. We decided we would do a cookout later for dinner.

We ran to the store, and he suggested that we swing by and get some beer and wine while we were out. I hadn't had a drink in nearly six months, so I agreed that a glass of wine sounded good.

While we were heading home, T made another suggestion, after the kids had fallen asleep in the backseat.

"I'd love a repeat of last night, except tonight, in front of the fire pit."

Well, at least I'd be warm.

"In the dress," he added quickly. I smirked, then nodded.

We enjoyed dinner cooked on the grill, and let the kids exhaust themselves afterwards, watching them run from the picnic table. Out of the blue, T slid his hand up the back of my dress.

"The panties need to be gone after the kids go to bed." I swear, every time he declared a new rule, I couldn't help but get wet for him.

By the time the kids went to bed, I was wound so tightly I thought I was going to pop if I didn't get him inside of me.

I carried the beer and the wine out to the fire, and he brought me a mixed drink to start with, slid his finger inside of me to make sure I had removed my panties as instructed, and walked away to talk to his brother. The drink was fruity and strong, but it'd been such a long day that it felt good to at least try and unwind. We sat listening to music, he sat talking to his brother, and I finished off two more mixed drinks...and I dozed in front of the fire, warm and relaxed, listening to his voice.

I woke with a start three hours later, to my heels being pulled off my feet.

"Kneel." And he walked away to put more wood on the fire. The fire erupted when he added to it, and I scrambled quickly to kneel before he turned around to face me.

And there he was, erect in front of my face again, so I took him in deep, and worked quickly, hammering him deeper and deeper into the back of my mouth, praying that he would return the favor when I finished my work. It didn't take long; he groaned and pulled my head in tight again. "Good girl," he said in a low growl as he finished in my mouth again. He began to fix himself and offered his hand to help me stand.

"Now to sleep," he said, pulling me to my feet, and turned to walk toward the house. Then my tension got the best of me.

"Wait, what about me?" I blurted out, in a begging tone.

He came to a dead stop in the middle of the yard. "Excuse me?" he said it aloud, but remained facing the house.

"Nothing. It's nothing. I'm tired and wound up." I tried to recover but it was a weak excuse at best.

He turned around and I could see the fire reflected in his eyes. He was at least 75 feet from me, but I was frozen to my spot and had no idea what was about to happen next.

He took two deep strides toward me, then broke into a run, and was in my face in one of my blinks. With one of his arms he grabbed my right leg, the other arm supported my back and suddenly I was in mid air, then a THUD and I was flat on my back on the ground, the fire burning brightly 25 feet to my right.

"What about you," and I watched as he undid his pants and saw his eyes reeling for a punishment, "What about you?"

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders and remained speechless, not wanted to dig my ditch any deeper.

He towered over me, holding his dick in his hand. "Is this what you want? You want this inside of you?"

I nodded, not only because it was the truth but I thought maybe he'd take pity on me and just give it to me and have it over with.

He knelt over my chest and lifted my head to stuff himself back inside of my mouth. He looked down at me. "Make it wet. Soak it." And I drooled over his dick and pumped him in and out of my mouth to cover him wholly.

He stood again and kneeled in front of me, poised at the entrance of my pussy, making no motion whatsoever.

"This?" and he looked down at his dick.

I nodded again, this time with enthusiasm.

"This is mine to give. Not yours to ask for. You understand that you must be punished?"

This question was followed by fervent head shaking by yours truly.

I didn't even have the chance to take a breath, he was suddenly so deep it felt as though he might bust out of my lower ribcage, and it hurt to have him take me so roughly. He held my hands above my head and slammed himself into me continually, until I cried out when I felt every muscle in my lower body tighten and came so intensely around his dick. My ache was not soothed, and my punishment was not fulfilled, and I knew that he knew.

"It's not enough is it?" and his hands moved from my wrists to my ankles and lifted my bottom into the air.

He gave me two slow pushes and slid his still solid dick into my ass, filling me deeply. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the pleasure. He would not allow this.

"Open your eyes!" He demanded, and I felt one hand release from my ankles and slap across my panty-less bottom. My eyes were heavy from drinking and I found difficulty in opening them to obey.

"I said, open your eyes," and the spanking continued, until I managed to lift my heavy eyes open again.

I felt him suddenly withdraw from my ass, and slide back inside my pussy, this time rhythmically plunging himself inside of me until I came around him again. He felt me wash over him, and withdrew himself from it, and let my ass wrap around his dick again. He could see me getting closer again, so he pulled out and switched holes again, allowing me to get close then vacating before I could reach release. For 25 minutes, he switched back and forth, not allowing me to climax. I heard his teasing finally get the best of him, when he came deeply in my ass, where I followed him with my own orgasm.

That was not the end of it. I was still not satisfied. I don't know how he could feel my tension, but he pushed my shoulders back against the ground and told me to watch the stars. He pulled my dress all the way off, and pulled at my nipples, toggling between biting and sucking them, and forced himself back into my pussy, this time laying inches from my face.

I could smell the beer on his breath, and hear his heavy breathing as he worked on massaging from the inside. Deeper and deeper he throbbed inside of me, until I could feel him about to explode again. I rocked my hips forward to meet his orgasm with my own, and felt him shoot his warm stream within my walls.

He helped me to stand and dress, and carried me into the house and laid me to sleep, still full of his cum, finally relieved of my tension.