“What are you hiding from me, Mariana?” He tilted his head.
I hid it from him for two weeks now. A little lie. A sweet, white lie. It wasn’t even that I was lying. It was more of a secret, but I couldn’t tell him. He was firm but always fair. Always. I loved him so much and we had been engaged for a year now. I don’t know how I got so lucky. He had so much patience with my mouth and attitude. I had been through a string of emotionally abusive relationships. We agreed to the D/s life in a way that worked for us. It was mostly otk spanking. It was reminders of love, self-love and staying away from the self-destruction I often went to in times of anxiety.
“Marianna,” he said with a stronger voice.
His eyes were a piercing gray-green. Damn, he was beautiful and sometimes intimidating, sexily intimidating.
“I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?” His posture released the tension as he gently grasped my shoulders. His eyes shifted to caring and soft.
I wanted to tell him, I did, but I wanted to surprise him—for once. He was always pampering me, taking care of me, supporting me and this was the biggest surprise; I could barely contain myself.
“Mariana?” he said raising his voice.
“It’s not bad. Please,” I whispered. “Just trust me. It’s good.” I smiled weakly.
The phone interrupted the conversation. His brow wrenched upwards and he looked at me with a displeased look. Telling me the conversation was not over. I went to the store, escaping the best way I knew.
I messaged him. “I am getting things at the store for dinner. Let me know if you need anything xxoo.”
I drove with the top down to the small country store. My hair was flicking around like my mind. At the store, I picked over the produce. I took my time in the butcher section. I was delaying the inevitable. I grabbed the last of the necessities before heading home.
I messaged him. “On my way back. Need anything?”
No response again. A flutter erupted in my chest. It raced across my body. Was I nervous or excited? I didn’t even know. I smiled. Was I really going to take a punishment for a surprise? I laughed aloud and shook my head as I walked up the drive, flowers in hand.
He opened the door for me with an expectant look on his face. He leaned on the door frame and crossed his arms. Arrogantly, he stood awaiting…something.
I walked past him with a huge smile. “Hi baby,” I said.
I carried the two bags in my arms. The flowers were balancing between me and the bag. I set all of his down on the counter. I didn’t want to acknowledge that he may be irritated.
He squinted his eyes. Clearly trying to figure me out. “What are you doing?” he leaned on the dark concrete countertop, watching me. His eyes felt like lasers on my backside.
“Putting groceries away.”
“Uh, huh.” He moved closer to me, as I placed the milk in the fridge.
He spun me around, staring in my eyes. Reading me, the way he can so easily. It drives me crazy. I just wanted this one secret. I pouted to try and throw him off.
“Nope. Tell me. Now.”
I swallowed hard. My breath escaped me. “I-I,” I buttoned up.
“Mariana, you know you can tell me anything.”
“I don’t want to.” I stamped my foot. I couldn’t believe he wouldn’t let it go. I tried to turn to go, but he held on to me.
“Please,” I whispered.
The phone rang again, mine this time. I gave him a questioning look.
He nodded. He had an expectant look on his face. He watched me intently, as I spoke on the other line. He was probably trying to be intimidating, and he was, but he was also turning me on.
“Hi, yes, okay. Yes, that is perfect.” I turned my body to shield him from hearing the conversation. “Um, yeah. Correct,” I stumbled and stretched the words, trying to let the caller know that he was standing there with me. “Yes, sounds great. See you then.”
“Who was that?” he asked slyly.
I smiled back. I couldn’t hold it in. I wanted to tell him. I am not good at secrets, at surprises. He was so handsome, so perfect. But I didn’t want to blow it, not after all my planning.
“No one, nothing.” My voice squeaked as it lifted a few octaves.
“No one? That did not sound like no one.” He held his hand out for my phone.
“Christopher, are you jealous?” I teased. My mouth agape to punctuate my brattiness.
“Are you testing me?” He asked.
I loved our playful banter; normally led to me being spanked. Sometimes I would take it too far, and this time, I was trying so hard to distract him.
“Please,” I slouched against the bar and closed my eyes. “Please just trust me.” My voice was low. “Jesus Christ.” I whispered in frustration.
With that he turned me around and smacked my ass hard.
He bent me over the counter. I knew what he wanted, what it meant. He grew up in a god-fearing house and I was an atheist. I knew my outburst was one of our ‘rules’.
My breasts were cold against the concrete countertop. It felt like ice through my silk top. I waited, still clenching my phone and the counter. I didn’t want the surprise ruined, and if he wanted to spank me for my insolence, I could take it. But that isn’t what happened.
He unbuttoned my shorts, dropping them to the floor. He started massaging me until moans escaped. He pressed himself behind me. His cologne surrounded us, mingled with his musk. He was delicious, manly and god…I wanted him so badly. He roughly ran his hands up my blouse. Each touch made my breath catch and I worried I would pass out.
“Ow!” I cried out, as he pinched my nipples, twisting them.
The pain tingled and then the heat radiated across my skin. My body was warming up and my mind was beginning to fail me.
“Please,” I whispered, as he continued to rub my pussy on the outside of my panties.
I had already been wet, but now I was trying so hard not to grind against him. My head rocked back as my fingers splayed out on the counter.
He pulled the panties to the side and tapped my legs. “Open them,” he whispered in his deep voice directly into my ear.
“Mmm,” I moaned not even thinking about anything but that moment, that feeling.
His fingers were slipping further and further inside me. Faster, and faster he began to get me to the edge. Faster and faster, faster and…
My breathing was so hard I had to lay my head on the cold concrete. “Please,” I whispered.
He took his fingers out of me, wiped them on the kitchen towel. He tossed it beside me and walked away.
It took me a moment to gather myself, my thoughts and my breath. Fuck. He had my phone.
“No! No!” I ran after him.
I found him putting it in the safe.
My mouth was open.
“You know I would never look at your phone without you saying I can. So, until you tell me what these secrets are about, I will keep it here.”
“Sir,” I fell to my knees.
I was angry, sad and a mixture of emotions I didn’t even know how to express. I had tears and felt my face flush in anger. I fumbled and the words just feel out of my mouth.
“You don’t trust me. You don’t have any idea of how much I fucking do. You don’t appreciate me at-fucking-all. I didn’t enter this relationship to be controlled. How much…” tears exploded.
Chris stood there with a curious look. I think he was taken aback.
Hmmm what will our little Marianna do???