Friday Afternoon by Sylvia Ryan

thorough exploration of my cunt with his hand. My head buzzes and I’m already in a state of bliss as his fingers press my clit and penetrate me. I’m so wet that his hand glides easily over my contours. I’m ready to come as his nimble fingers execute the moves that, over a decade of marriage, he’s mastered.
    I gyrate my hips, seeking more of what I want, and suddenly, his hand is gone.
    I groan.
    “You get what I give you, you don’t take. Count.”
    Thwap.
    “One, two…”
    He stops at five and then comes to stand in front of me. He still wears a crisp white dress shirt and black pants. I feel slightly removed from him, like he is receding, but I don’t miss the expression communicating the gratification he feels.
    “So pretty.” He walks circles around me again, drawing trails on me with the pads of his fingers. His phone is in his hand. Moments later, I hear the sound of the camera snapping a picture behind me.
    Levi chuckles and returns to stand in front of me again. He steps forward and lifts my chin so our gazes meet. I’m still there with him, not completely inside my own headspace.
    He snags a fistful of hair at the back of my head and tilts my face upward. We’re nose to nose, so close we breathe each other’s air. Gradually, I see the steel glint in his eye. The fist in my hair tightens.
    “Don’t hold back,” I say. “I have to know I can give you everything you need.”
    He releases my hair and steps back from me. He unbuttons his shirt absently as he peruses my body.
    I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. What are the scenarios submitting themselves for review during this deliberation?
    I catch glimpses of pecs and then abs. I’m mesmerized. My breathing magnifies in volume until the rush of it in my ears sounds like an obscene phone call. It’s background music to the striptease holding my rapt attention.
    Damn he’s gorgeous with the late-summer tan and fierce eyes, nostrils flaring and my fate in his hands.
    My insides turn liquid. My God, he’s in his purest form. All these years, and never have I seen this magnificent person standing before me. I’m transfixed. Goose bumps rise on my arms and the back of my neck.
    He walks out of my view.
    “Count.”
    By the time I count twenty, my head hangs forward on my neck. My cells hum.
    I fall to my knees when the rope between my hands is released from the hook on the ceiling, and then I fall forward to lay my cheek on the floor. The hard floor feels cool on my face.
    His hand cups my exposed pussy. Then he inserts a finger inside me and lingers there as if gauging my readiness. When he begins pumping, he adds a second finger and continues for several minutes until my inner muscles are clamping down on him. I’m ready to come when he pulls his fingers out. I actually slump in disappointment. He walks around to the front of me and I’m looking at his shoes again. He toes them off.
    “You are captivating in that pose.” The sound of his zipper reaches my ears. “It communicates utter submission to me.” His pants drop to the floor. “Do you submit to me, Mia?”
    He takes his socks off and kicks his clothes away.
    “Always, Levi,” I whisper.
    “Up on your knees.”
    I lift myself to kneeling. I’m high. The world wobbles around me for a second.
    Levi’s erect cock is directly in front of me, heavy and ruddy. I open for him and wrap my arms around his legs as he steps forward, sliding his cock through my lips and down my throat. I breathe through my nose and not only force myself to take it, but roll my tongue as much as I can over the underside, feeling the velvety flesh caress my tongue. In moments, my eyes are watering. I’m able to lean away from the penetration, but I refuse to move. I will take what he gives me. Nothing more. Isn’t that what he said to me? I moan.
    “Fuck, Mia!” His fist tightens in my hair.
    His cock explodes in my mouth. I concentrate on drawing his orgasm out as much as possible. His