Eve

Your position at Grace Law Group has been terminated…

I couldn’t continue reading the email. Tears welled in my eyes, I didn’t understand what to do. I’d been at my job as a solicitor for five years now, previous to that I was a legal secretary in the same place. Now… now, they don’t want me because I made one little mistake.

“Scott, can you get in here,” I found myself hollering through the house. My husband’s footsteps calmed my beating heart as he came barreling into my office.

“What’s wrong?”

Tears were streaming down my face as I stared at the doorway where Scott appeared. He crossed the room to me and took my face in his hands.

“I lost my job,” I blubbered. I was in hysterics now, crying into my husband’s hands. I couldn’t control myself any longer. He had always been the immovable object in my life. Whenever the wind would change I always knew I could take shelter against him.

Scott began to chuckle. As if this was some kind of laughing matter.

“Why’re you laughing at me?” I cried out.

His thumb began to rub soothing circles over my skin. I looked up at his masculine face. His rugged jawline covered up by his beard, his piercing hazel eyes, his heavy brow bone that made him look so manly. He was a software engineer but sometimes I liked to imagine he was a lumberjack, didn’t take much either, he looked and sometimes dressed like one.

“I’m laughing because I thought something actually bad happened.”

I frowned at that. “Something bad did happen.”

“No, that job made you miserable.”

“But, I need to have a job, Scott. We need the money,” I half sobbed, half spoke. My speech was still ravaged by crying even as I tried to steady it.

“No honey, we haven’t needed the money for three years. I got a promotion and then another. You can relax.”

I shook my head as best I could while he was holding my face. I had no idea how to relax. I had been so dedicated to my career, that was the sole focus of my life. When it wasn’t my career though I was focusing on the gym. If it wasn’t the gym I was planning something. There wasn’t really a time I wasn’t doing anything. In fact if there was my whole body would feel jittery like there was something seriously wrong.

“I dedicated almost a decade to that company, Scott. I thought they would promote me soon. I thought I was going to make partner.”

Scott let go of my face but his eyes still held mine. He smoothed my hair back out of my eyes. My face became hot and the tears burst again. I buried my face in my own hands whilst Scott stood above me. I couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard I tried. My body shook. Sobs raked through me, making me shudder like corrugated iron in a storm.

This went on for several endless minutes as Scott did his best to shush me and console me. I didn’t need him to take my demons away, I just needed him to stand there while I worked it out. He knew that and he stood in place as he always did.

“I want you to take some time off. I don’t want you looking for a new job.”

His words cut through the clouded air of my mental breakdown. Something about how final they were shocked me through and through. I let my hands peel from my face as I looked up at him. Scott wiped the tears from under my eyes and nodded as if he was confirming what he just said to me.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He was cupping my face again and this time he lowered his head a little. I was encapsulated by him even now even in these moments. He always had me.

“I’m telling you as your husband, you’re taking time off. At least six months before you start looking again,” he told me.

This wasn’t the Scott I knew. He could be firm at times, he was even known to put his foot down, there were things I deferred to him but not anything this big. Nothing huge and important and life changing.

“I don’t understand?”

He eyed me carefully. “What is there not to understand?”

“I just…I um–”

“Yes?”

“Are you telling me what to do, like we’re in the 1950s?” My crying had dried up completely as shock took over my body. “You worked yourself into the ground for those people. You’re stressed, anxious, and you’re not yourself. I’m your husband and I promised to take care of you, this is me taking care of you.”

I wasn’t sure I hated the sounds of it, even though I should have.

“But money…” I argued, but even I could hear the weakness of it in my own voice.

“If you accuse me of not being able to support you one more time, I’m going to take you over my knee.”

Another shock zipped through me.

“Do I have this straight? You tell me what to do with my own career. You want me to be a stay at home wife. Now, if I don’t do as you say, I get spankings?” I wasn’t trying to yell but my voice raised into a shriek.

A darkness flashed over Scott’s face and a small groan slipped out of his mouth. My eyes flickered down to his pants for a moment and he grew right there and then. Arousal stirred in my core as well but this wasn’t right. He couldn’t do this. I should have known he had the potential to but I never thought he would follow through. I’ve always been independent and career oriented and Scott never seemed to mind. He always assured me he loved me for everything else that I was and those aspects of myself were just the cherry on top. I think that’s what drew me to him. Because I knew he would still want me even if I toppled over in my career, even if I changed my mind later on.

“Yes, I think I have let you go on too many things and now you think you run the show,” his voice dropped an octave. I frowned at him.

“We’re partners, perfect equals,” I countered.

Scott gripped my jaw with one large hand.

“You always say yes to every social occasion for both of us and never even consider if I want to go. You buy all the groceries and don’t even consider if I want a say–”

“I always get your favourite stuff,” I cut him off.

Scott flashed me a look that made my lips press together. Oh he means business.

“As I was saying, you don’t ask if I ever want to join you, you don’t ask me when you make changes to the house which my name is also on. You never seem to have a free weekend, which means I never have a free weekend… even when I want to do nothing but sit down sometimes. Most of the time you just do what you want and I let you go because I love you and I usually don’t give a shit. But, you’ve run yourself ragged. Look at you, sweetheart, you’re crying making yourself sick over some job. I can’t have that.”

I let his words rush over me. I thought them through, one statement at a time. He told no lies, not even a small one. Those were all things I was guilty of. I was about to cry again.

“I need you to tell me what’s happening because I’m about to cry again. I didn’t mean to not consider you… I feel terrible.”

“Don’t feel terrible. What is happening is that I am in charge until further notice because your brain needs a little break,” he chuckled. “Your only job is to relax.”

“So what now? I don’t get a job, I just sit around the house? Or what am I going to be like your little 1950s housewife? You want me to get dolled up every morning as well?” I burst. My emotions were getting the better of me.

Scott laughed, a deep dark chuckle. “You know I was just trying to give you a little break from being an overachiever but I like the sound of that.”

“Scott,” I cried.

“Yes sweetheart?”

I didn’t know what to say to him. I just leaned forward into his hand, he let go of me and soon my face was pressed against his stomach. Scott’s arms came around me, hugging me to him.

“I don’t know how to live like this. This whole thing confuses me. Everything about what you’re saying confuses me,” I grumbled against his body.

“You don’t need to know anything, I’m in charge, that’s the whole point.”

I sighed and held him closer.

Scott leaned down and pushed his hands under my half raised ass before scooping me up. On instinct I wrapped my legs around his waist and he began carrying me through the house. Before I knew it we were in the bathroom and he was setting me down on the toilet lid. I sat with my legs curled up to my chest as I watched him. He turned the water on for the bath and started pouring salts and bubble bath into it. It made me chuckle to see my manly man do something like this.

Once he was satisfied with himself he turned around and gave me a pointed look. “You’re going to strip off, get into the tub, and enjoy yourself. I’ll go get you a magazine or a book to occupy your mind. I’m going to cook dinner. I expect you to relax then slip into something comfortable, I’ll let you know when I’m almost done with dinner so you can get yourself organised.” Scott didn’t even let me respond, he just said what he had to say and walked out of the bathroom. He left the door swinging wide open. I stood up on shaky legs and began to strip. I wasn’t sure why I listened, I guess because a bath did sound really good. By the time I was naked and placing my clothes on the wrack so I could take them to the laundry later, Scott was back with a couple of my books from the shelf.

“What if I drop it in the water?” I asked.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

He was so sure about everything he had no worries and in a way it made my mind fall silent. I nodded even though a part of me was unconvinced. I picked one of the books he presented to me then placed it on a little stool we kept by the bath in case we had a drink or something with us. But, it had been years since I took a bath like this.

“The water is getting full, I’m going to go cook,” he said before bending down and pressing a kiss to my lips. I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me, sinking into him. Scott’s hands found my ass, palming it and kneading into it. I couldn’t help but moan. He nipped at my lip and I pulled back, blinking up at him. He chuckled at me and pulled away.

“Bath. Now.”

His commands wrang through me.

“Yes sir,” I found myself grumbling back and I wasn’t sure it was sarcastic.

Scott looked at me and let go before disappearing out of the bathroom. I was left there to do as he said. I slipped into the now full bath, turned the water off and picked up my book.

“Eat,” Scott commanded from beside me. We plated our food then wandered over to the living room as usual to put on a show or a movie and eat while we watched. Scott had made a chicken stir fry with some rice on the side. We were side by side on the couch with the coffee table in front of us, where the food was perched.

“I am eating,” I said.

“No, you took all of three bites, now you’re pushing your food around the plate, getting ready to tell me you’re full.”

My face flushed hot and red.

“You’re taking this whole thing very seriously, aren’t you?” I snapped, pushing my plate away.

Scott dropped his fork on his plate with a clunk and turned to face me. His eyes were smouldering, his shoulders were squared. I felt like I had just shrunk right in front of him.

“I am serious when it comes to you, Eve.” The way my name rolled off his tongue, I knew I was in deep shit. I wasn’t even sure what I was afraid of except that Scott suddenly had this dominant aura emanating off him. Was this here the whole time? Sure when we fucked he could be rough, throw me around like a rag doll, tell me what to do and how to position myself for him. I’d received a couple warning slaps to my ass when I wasn’t riding him the speed I should have been. But, this was different, we weren’t in the bedroom.

I stared back at him. My lips pressed together, he looked between me and my plate.

“Now eat before I feed you.”

My nostrils flared. I knew he was being serious now. I knew now that every single thing he said to me was to be taken seriously no matter how ridiculous it sounded. I continued to eat as we watched, just as Scott told me to. I refrained from playing with my food lest I get another command or death stare from him. When I was three quarters finished with my plate my stomach began to protest at me. I put it down on the table and found myself eyeing Scott as if I was asking him permission to stop eating.

This truly was the beginning of the end.

Scott looked back at me as if he could sense my gaze. He looked between me and my plate and nodded.

“You can relax,” he chuckled.

“You’re not going to feed me?” I found myself half snapping.

Scott wrapped a large hand around my throat. “I’m not going to back down from taking care of you, even if you act like a little brat about it Eve. So, keep acting like this, see where it gets you. See where that smart mouth gets you.”

Defiance flared inside me. I couldn’t believe he was acting like this. “Where does it get me, Scott?”

He let go of my throat and I thought that was the end of it. But a moment later his hands were around my waist and I was flying through the air. He picked me up. A squeal escaped me as he pulled me over him, pushing me to the ground on my knees between his legs. Scott’s hand was punching my hair up into a pony and with his other hand he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. “If you even think about biting me, Evie, I’ll fuck your ass and I won’t be using as much lube as I did last time.”

I wasn’t sure how real that threat was but I knew not to mess with a man and his cock.

Scott had always been well endowed. His long thick cock was staring up at me. Previous to this I was happy to give him a blow job, usually on the weekend, of a morning in bed, before I dragged him out somewhere. I always thought he’d prefer to be out but maybe I was wrong and maybe subconsciously I knew that, hence all the pre-event blow jobs, hence why he probably didn’t argue with me too much.

“Is this going to be part of the deal?” I asked. “I suck your cock whenever you tell me to?”

Scott groaned and pushed my face onto his cockhead. I sucked on the tip and massaged around it with my tongue before he pushed me down to the base, gagging me a little.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I’m in charge. I’m completely in charge, sweetheart.”

He pulled me up and down his cock a few times, gagging me as he pleased. He knew exactly what he was doing. Arousal flooded me. My thin pyjama shorts would be soaked after this.

“You better get used to it,” he then said. I wasn’t sure if he was talking about him being in charge or me sucking his cock whenever he decided I needed a mouth full of cock.

Scott bobbed my head up and down his length, rhythmically. I let my mind go blank like TV static as he took complete control of me. I was like a vehicle for his pleasure. I was already doing a good job because all I had to do was sit there and take it. The thought was comforting, more than comforting. My eyes watered as he gagged me, but he didn’t keep it up long enough for me to sputter. I was used to his size so my gag reflex had grown pretty experienced over the years. When we first started dating I would choke all over his cock and I wasn’t even taking him particularly deep, I just couldn’t suck cock. I’d never done it before with my two previous boyfriends but Scott made me feel at ease.

Now, he gagged me on purpose. He pressed my head down and held me there until I jumped up and sputtered. He let go of my head just enough that it could move on its own accord. Tears had streamed down both my cheeks, they were caked and drying. I stared up at him.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” He chastised me. His hand was in my hair again, exercising his control over me.

The blow job, well, face fucking, had made me somewhat more pliable. I was wet, my pussy was tingling. All I wanted was for him to bend me over and fuck me into the couch. Perhaps, if I played my cards right I would get just that. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said, his tone amused. He was fucking with me.

“How about you bend me over this couch and I’ll show you how sorry I am?”

“You think I’m dumb or stupid? You’re not getting what you want that easily. Now, open up.”

I opened my mouth and he pushed me down onto his cock once again. He used my mouth but this time to my relief he avoided choking me. He bobbed my head up and down, up and down. I let my mind turn off once again. Our show was still playing in the background and I was missing it. Damn him.

“When I come, you better swallow,” Scott said in warning.

I groaned around him.

Yuck. I never swallowed.

He laughed as he pushed into my throat and held me there. I felt squirts of cum against the back of my mouth. Scott continued to cum, cursing under his breath as he held me in place. He pulled out of me then clamped his hands over my mouth, leaning down so he was eye to eye with me.

“From now on, you’ll swallow when I say so.”

I stared right back at my husband. He was trying to show me he really called all the shots. I could have bit through his hand and spat his cum at him but instead I swallowed.

“Good girl, open up,” he said, patting my head like some damned dog. I opened my mouth and he inspected it before nodding.

Scott reached down and grabbed me around my sides, lifting me onto the couch. He had always been one to man handle me so at least that much I was used to. I laid against him on the couch for a few moments before he leaned back and grabbed my hair from the back of my head, angling me to face him.

“I read about something called cock warming on the internet a while back. I knew you wouldn’t go for it, but I think we should try a few new things out now that things have changed,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“You hold my cock in your mouth while we watch a show or a movie, or I read a book or whatever really,” he explained.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “What do I get in return?” Scott laughed. “What part of, I’m in charge, what I say goes, don’t you get?”

“I think you’re using this whole thing to just get what you want,” I huffed.

“Oh no, I want my wife to stay at home, and try new sex things with me, I’m a monster,” he mocked me.

“Why do you get to be in charge?” I frowned.

“Because you weren’t very good at it, now it’s my turn.”

“You always had a say,” I countered.

“If you were hell bent on something and I really mean hell bent, no one on this earth could have made you change your mind.” Scott laughed as he spoke, he wasn’t mad at me, he was just recalling things as they were. I huffed and opened my mouth.

“You’re being such a good girl, you might even get something in return like you wanted.”

I went to speak but Scott lowered my head into his lap. I pulled his semi-hard cock into my mouth before getting comfortable there.

The next week passed in a rather uneventful fashion. The next day I had to go back to work and hand in my laptop and charger while Scott went to work. I was emotionally exhausted when I came back around midday. I took another bath, thinking of the one Scott ordered me to take. It worked to settle my tense body. After that I cooked us dinner and waited for Scott to come home. I was in no mood to give him attitude and he wasn’t being so bossy either. We had dinner and once our movie was over he flipped me onto my stomach without warning and fucked me right on the couch. It was blissful.

Since then, we have done much of the same thing. But each passing day I was growing more and more bored. Jittery.

It was four-o’clock in the afternoon on a Friday and I had just started prepping dinner. I was making a roast chicken in the oven with seasonal vegetables and potatoes. Nothing too fancy but I knew Scott would enjoy it. That was another thing. I had been thinking more and more about my husband. More about what he might like me to be wearing when he got home, more about what he would like for dinner. Maybe a part of me felt a little bad that he would be supporting me from now on. I also felt guilty for how much I was enjoying not having to work. I was waking up at eight instead of six. I was taking long showers or absolutely luxurious baths. I was catching up on my reading, shows, everything I couldn’t make time for before when I was staying up doing extra work after dinner.

As my timer for the oven rang out I heard the front door. I rushed for the roast and pulled it out of the oven and onto the heat proof mat I had prepared. It was situated by the stove top. Our kitchen was like a U-shape with the oven and stove being in the back centre. Sometimes I hated the layout but it was functional, as Scott would say. I turned around, flushed, as I felt Scott’s presence in the entryway of the kitchen.

“What did my girl get up to today?” He raised a brow at me.

“You’re home early,” I just replied.

“That’s not what I asked.” There was that stern voice. He was pulling out his stern voice a lot these days. All it did was turn me on and make me feel defiant.

I stepped away from the counter toward Scott. He grabbed me around my waist as soon as I was in arm’s reach and pulled me flush to him.

“I woke up this morning around 9,” I began, humouring him. “I did one of those at home workout pilates things. I made some food, I watched one of my shows, then I took a bath but put pyjamas on again.” My eyes cast down to my outfit and he chuckled. “Then I took the chicken out to defrost while I did, hmm not much else, then I cooked the chicken, and now we’re here.”

“Sounds like you had a good day,” he said.

“I guess I did.”

“Also, I’m home early because I had no work to do so I left. Sometimes that happens,” he explained.

His hands were pressed into my ass the whole time we talked, he was practically massaging me. It was turning me on. He knew what he was doing.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

He chuckled. “Well, you were never home before me.”

“Oh…”

Scott bent down, his lips pressing against mine. He caught me up in a world ending kiss. I pressed onto my tip toes, desperate for more of him. My arms wrapping around his neck, keeping him bent down toward me. I was breathless and he was my oxygen. I let myself get lost in him, in his smell, in his rough yet soft touch.
“Baby,” he managed to mumble as he pulled off me just an inch.

Our foreheads rested against one anothers.

“Yes?”

“If we let this get too far, the food will grow cold,”

“Okay…”

I managed to peel myself off him. As I turned around a sting spread through my ass. That rat bastard spanked me. I almost shot a glare over my shoulder but I was too high from our kiss to respond properly. I went and made up two plates of roast and vegetables. Usually we plated our own food but sometimes we plated for each other.

“Maybe we should sit at the table,” I said walking our food over into the conjoined dining room. We hardly used it to dine, but it did exist.

“Why’s that?” Scott asked, hot on my tail.

“I think we need to talk about this whole me being at home you being in charge thing,” I said. I placed his food at the head of the table and mine to the adjacent side. Scott and I sat down and he nodded at me. I took a bite of my food trying to think over what I had to say.

Scott’s face changed. “If you’re really miserable like this we can call it done, experiment over,” he began.

“No,” I cut him off.

“Are you saying you want to continue this way?” he cocked his head to one side.

“I’m saying I don’t want things to go back to how they were. I am not proud of some of the things you pointed out to me.”

“Then what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“I’m a bit bored. I don’t know what my place is. I don’t really know who I even am like this,” I admitted.

“You’re my wife.”

“But beyond that?”

“You can be whoever you want to be, Eve. That’s the point. I’m giving you this so you can focus on what you really want without letting the whole world stress you out in the process.”

I nodded. “Okay that makes sense, it will be something I figure out with time. I mean, it’s only been a week.”

“Right,” he said. He seemed at ease now and began to eat. I took a few bites of my food as well as I tried to collect my thoughts. Suddenly Scott was making me nervous as if we were dating all over again.

“Now, the other thing. I am okay now but I predict I will grow bored just being at home all the time. Can I go out?”

“Are you asking my permission to leave the house?” he chuckled.

My face turned a deep red. I could feel my whole body heating up. I pushed off the cardigan I had been wearing, letting it fall onto the chair behind me. I was in nothing but a tight cropped tank top then, no bra. My nipples stood tight.

“I didn’t mean to… I’m just saying. So, I was reading online because I wanted to know if anyone else is doing what we’re doing,” I finally spat out.

He raised an inquisitive eyebrow and nodded for me to continue. “And?”

“And, I think I’m your submissive.”

“We don’t have to put labels on it, but I guess that is what we are doing,” he agreed.

“I read that some submissives do tasks for their, um, masters,” I said. “I also read that they have punishment and reward systems. You punished me the first night. You also rewarded me the day after…” I trailed off, referencing how he fucked me.

“Yes, I think that part of things has been working quite well.”

I nodded. “I guess I agree.”

“What part isn’t?”

Scott’s heavy eyes bore into my soul. I shook my head. “No part. It is working, well, as intended.”

“What I’m hearing is that you want boundaries and rules,” Scott said.

I mulled on that thought for a few moments before nodding, slowly. Scott ate some and I followed his lead.

“I can text you these later, but I think I can safely tell you all my rules and boundaries for you now. Since, we are going to continue this for the foreseeable future,” he said.

“What if I ever get a job again?”

“We can always reconvene,” he replied.

I nodded.

“You can go out during the day as you please. But, I want you standing at that front door every night when I come home. I will text you as I am leaving the office, if you don’t think you will make it home call me. If you want to be out anywhere during the weekday evenings you need my express permission.”

“I have to ask, and you can say no?” I asked, trying to clarify. The idea made me squirm but deep inside my stomach it made something quiver. I hated myself for enjoying this control.

“Yes, because I don’t want you being too busy. I want you relaxing. I would never say no to you needlessly. Besides, I want you to myself every day, every chance I can get I want you there to myself,” he explained.

“Okay, I understand.”

“Good. I also want dinner every night. I don’t care how you sort dinner out, whether you meal prep, or cook that. I just think you work well having some kind of task. If there are unforeseen circumstances or you have been out all day, we can get takeout of course,” he said.

I pushed the chicken to and fro on my plate.

“How often can that be?”

“Depends what’s happening,” he shrugged.

“Okay, so I have to be home when you are, and I have to cook you dinner most of the time, and what else?”

“You realise you’re asking me to dictate your day to you and control you?” Scott chuckled. I pressed my lips together before nodding.

“Well okay,” he said. “You need to go for a walk every day since you won’t be going into work you need to move at least a little. I want proof in the form of you wearing that smart watch.”

“If I don’t go? Without good reason, I mean.” My eyes were wide, I was on the edge of my seat waiting for him to give me his answer. I don’t know what got me like that but I felt a little bit pathetic.

“Well, then I’ll just have to give you a workout when I get home.”

I don’t think his response was working as he intended. It made me never ever want to go on the daily walk. I did concede it was a good idea and would be good for my health in the long term. It made up for the little bits of walking I would have done around the office, to and from my car, and such.

“I guess that brings us to the punishments,” I mused. “Online, they were quite creative.” I was trying to see what Scott’s reaction would be. I already knew he was willing to spank me, but what else? I wasn’t sure whether the idea terrified me or enthralled me. It was an odd sort of feeling. Ultimately I knew I wanted Scott to take it into his hands. He was in charge as he said so really I had no say in the matter, but I did want to know what he had in mind.

“I guess you read about safewords then too?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be needing them if you continue to run your mouth as usual,” he chuckled.

“We can just… red yellow green it,” I didn’t want to even acknowledge what he said about me, but I still wanted to discuss this. He nodded in agreement.

“To answer your question, I think punishments should be a deterrent, so they will mostly be painful in one way or another,” Scott told me.

“What if I enjoy the pain?” The words slipped right out, it was like some other woman took over my body.

Scott leaned in on the table. “Oh I’m counting on it, sweetheart.”

My heart almost leaped out of my chest. What was this man doing to me? I tried to distract him and myself by grabbing a forkful of food but I was starting to grow full and it wasn’t from actually eating. Scott didn’t say another word on the matter; he just began to eat himself. Soon we were just about done eating but I was not done discussing this.

“Some of the uh, tasks, doms set for their subs online were sexual,” the words just popped out of me.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up this time. He gave me a wide, easy smile. I think I did shock him, but he just knew how to play it off really well.

“You need to be open minded sexually, actually open minded, not just say you’ll do it in exchange for something you want,” he chuckled.

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes.

“And, how about you do the dishes naked.”

The idea sounded sort of sexy but I wasn’t sure why I liked it. Usually whoever cooked sat while the other did the dishes. Usually we’d eat, then sit for about an hour, then whosoever turn it was to do the dishes would do that while the other relaxed for a bit before we reconvened.

“So the dishes are my job now?” I blinked.

“Yes.”

“Naked?”

“You asked for this, sweetheart. We can do it my way, or we can do it your way.” Scott eyed me, a smile playing at his lips. He enjoyed my squirming.

“I’ll do the dishes naked, as long as it’s not cold.”

“You can swear fluffy socks and a beanie in that case,” Scott chuckled.

I glared at him and looked down at my almost empty plate. “So, how was your day?” I asked. Scott replied, changing the subject. But the task of naked dishes was looming over my head.