Chapter Seventeen

[POV: Stephen c172c762-9363-4333-472-8ff5213b3e70]

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Trinity cooed, her bare body sliding against mine under the single sheet that covered us. We had arrived in Barcelona the morning before.

I had told Trinity the real reason we had to come here, but I also made it clear that I wanted a few extra days for us to celebrate our second anniversary together. Just the two of us. We both knew that once we had another baby in the house, our alone time would become even more scarce.

“Mmm... happy anniversary,” I replied, our lips meeting in a long, passionate kiss.

It was hard to believe we'd been married for two years already. We'd had a pretty good start, despite a few arguments during the first few months. It was all part of learning to live with someone you loved but didn't really know all that well yet. We had only been living together for a short time before we got married.

We'd discovered little quirks about each other that could sometimes get on our nerves, like how she left hair everywhere! I never realized women lost so much hair! But we quickly learned to overlook the minor ones and talk about the ones that were too irritating to ignore.

We became really good at compromising. Actually, Trinity was always better at that. It's probably why she's so good at her job. It was one of her strengths. It was usually my stubbornness that led to an argument.

On the rare occasions when things got heated and Trinity crossed a line, my beast would appear shortly afterward to be... well, the punisher. This usually ended the argument because we both loved this time when we let our animal lust for each other take over.

Trinity eventually got used to my unusual work schedule, finding positives in each shift that outweighed the negatives. My rotating schedule still wasn't ideal, but we made the best of it. It helped that she wasn't working full time at the moment, just part time from home. Her work had accommodated her pregnancy and made changes so they could keep her.

I was lying back, staring at the ceiling. Trinity was curled up against my body with her left leg draped over both of mine. Her finger traced circles around the edge of my small areola, toying with my nipple ring. Her soft humming made my cock begin to stir.

Actually, who am I kidding? I was already hard, but now she could see my stiffness pressing against the sheet that covered us.

“It's a pretty day outside, baby. They said on the news it's going to get up into the mid-nineties,” Trinity said.

I could see the sun had risen through the window, its brilliant rays bouncing off the historic city in the distance to the west. We'd deliberately left the blinds open the night before, knowing the light would wake us naturally.

We hated to set an alarm on days we didn't have to, and today was our anniversary. I wanted to spend as much of it awake as we could.

“It does look like a nice day, baby,” I agreed, my arm around her shoulder, my fingers lightly running along her spine.

With the warm temperatures outside, we had kicked the comforter and duvet toward the foot of the bed during the night. Waking up with just the pure white silken sheet over our bottom halves, we lay there, holding each other, my wife still curled against me, toying with my areolas and nipples.

“So, what do you want to do today, lover?” she asked, kissing my cheek.

“I don't know, why?” I asked, thinking she probably already had something on her mind. After all, my wife seemed to love coming up with erotic things for us to do.

But she didn't. She deliberately didn't want to plan anything, on the off chance that I might have. She didn't want to risk ruining anything on what was supposed to be a special day for us. And it was already special, just waking up beside her.

“Well, it is our anniversary,” she said.

“I know,” I hummed happily, my fingers running along the soft skin of her bare back.

“So, don't you think we should do something?” she asked.

“I am doing something,” I said, kissing her forehead.

“It's our day, baby. The day we share with each other.”

“And I am,” I replied.

Moving up to look me in the eye, she gave me an adorable pout.

“Aw, Daddy, are you teasing me?” she asked.

“Is that what you want me to do?” I asked.

“No... I want you to tell me what you want to do.”

“Uh huh... I know,” I said with a wicked smile.

“So are you teasing me?”

“Not really. I'm just lying here, loving how you feel against my body.”

“And that's what we're going to do today? Just lay here?”

“Mmmmm... Maybe,” I said, pulling her on top of me. We kissed, tender and slow. But she persisted, pulling back to look into my eyes again.

“I'll do whatever you want today. You just have to say it,” she said in her bedroom voice. It was a blatant attempt to bribe me, but I wasn't biting. At least not yet.

“Anything?” I asked, arching my eyebrow. I watched as she ran through the rolodex of possibilities in her mind, questioning if she really was up for 'anything'.

I couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across my face as I watched her. I watched as, not wanting to disappoint me, which she never could, on our anniversary of all days, she relented.

“Yes, baby. Anything. I'll do it. Just say the word.”

“Are you saying you want to be daddy's little whore today, baby? You want to submit to me completely?”

She bit her lip and just nodded while staring up at me.

When she did those things, I'd finally reach a breaking point and walk away, only to return. And when I'd return, she knew what was coming. There was something about the way she acted beforehand, and the time I gave her to reflect on her actions, that prepared her for what was to come.

And that was odd, because while she was technically being punished, she actually got off on it. The way I'd fuck her in those circumstances was incredible. I sometimes thought that that was why she pushed my buttons in the first place.

It was odd that she even brought up the word anything. It was a word that usually slipped out when she was frustrated or angry, and I had to set her straight. But now, she’d said it, and she was stuck. Her pride wouldn’t let her back down.

She looked into my eyes, waiting for me to tell her to get ready.

I was shocked when she said she’d submit to me. But I knew her. She wouldn’t back down, not after offering and then confirming she would. Sure, she’d asked me if that was what I wanted, her attempt to wiggle out of it. But I knew her pride, and how important it was for her to keep her word.

Stephen - Are you sure? You’re really willing to be completely submissive for me, today of all days?

She nodded slowly, then said,

Trinity - Yes daddy, I love you

Her voice was low and shaky.

Stephen - I love you too doll

I said, kissing her forehead again. She looked surprised by the tenderness in that moment. She pushed against my chest, lifting off me.

Stephen - Whoa, where are you going?

I laughed as I grabbed her and pulled her back down, rolling over with her so that I was on top. She let out a squeal, but it wasn’t as playful as I normally would have heard, her nervousness evident to me.

Trinity - I... I was just going to g... get ready.

Stephen - For what?

Trinity - I just . . .need to get my head in the right space to do this baby, is that ok?

Stephen - No it’s not, and no you won’t

She looked confused, unsure of what I was saying, and what I wanted from her. All she could ask was,

Trinity - What?

Stephen - No you won’t get your head in the right space and no this is not ok

Trinity - Stephen, I don’t understand?

Stephen - Trinity, I don’t want you to be submissive today. This is our anniversary babe, and I want to spend it with you, equally.

Trinity - With me? Not dominating me?

I noticed small tears starting to appear in her eyes, I kissed at the tears as they rolled down her cheeks, tasting the salty discharge.

Stephen - Yes, my love... I want to spend it with you. We talked about this before remember baby, you are the woman I fell in love with, and I want to love you today, not fuck you, not control you.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me into a long, wet kiss.

Trinity - You’re so mean

She finally said.

Trinity - I can’t believe you had me thinking you wanted to control me today

Stephen - I can’t believe you offered. What were you thinking there?

Trinity - I... I just wanted to please you. That’s all.

Stephen - Well, for the record, as much as I love it when we do that, I do it to please you. Not the other way around.

Her eyes widened, finally realizing what I said made more sense than she ever understood. I would never just want to do that if she wasn’t into it. I wasn’t sadistic by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, the first few times we delved into that world, she had to implore me to be harder on her. And while I’d come around far enough that I pushed her perfectly now, I never gave any indication that I was upset we didn’t do it more often.

My strong hands were roaming over her body, one on her left side, the other on her right shoulder, each of them helping to bring her back to the moment.

Trinity - I love you so much Stephen

She said whimpering.

Stephen - I know

I said smugly teasing her, a hint of a laugh in my response as I nuzzled her neck.

Trinity - Oh god...

She moaned as my hands roamed her body. They weren’t touching any of her normal erogenous zones, and that only made her more sensitive to them. She felt my body moving lower, and she instinctively parted her legs, her pussy suddenly so wet I knew I’d slide completely inside once I entered her. But I wanted to tease her a bit longer and torment her to the point of raw passion.

Stephen - Come on lover we need to shower

I said as I lifted off her kissing her on the forehead. I was tormenting my wife today so I made her have a separate shower and she was in the other bathroom getting ready. I had got out before her and headed into the kitchen of our hotel suite to surprise her. I was standing there cooking naked except for an apron I had put on to protect my delicate bits and I heard my baby giggle as I came into view. I turned to face her grinning big.

Stephen - Perfect timing babe

I grinned as I slid an omelette on to a plate, next to the one that was already done.

Trinity - What are you doing?

She laughed.

Stephen - Making breakfast

I shrugged, just as the toaster popped up four slices of bread.

Stephen - Have a seat

She sat down at the dining room table next to the kitchen, the vertical blinds over the French door pulled wide open. I slipped a plate in front of her, along with a cup of coffee and a fresh orange juice. She smiled as I sat across from her, first removing my apron to show off my physique to her, including a semi-hard cock that had been freshly trimmed for her.

Trinity - When did you have time to do all of this?

She asked before taking a bite of the omelette.

Stephen - I did some of it last night while you were in the bath and then checking on the kids

I grinned, thinking of how I’d chopped up a lot of the ingredients and placed them in the fridge.

Trinity - This is delicious baby

Stephen - I know

I winked, my second act of smugness of the morning making her chuckle. We took our time as we ate, enjoying the morning sunshine coming though the hotel windows; the slats of the venetian blinds that covered them were turned slightly to let the rays shine through.

We were also enjoying each other’s company, our conversation light and comfortable. For whatever reason, we shied away from anything sexual, instead recounting our wedding day, and the events surrounding it.

And even that was sex free. I noticed we both seemed to be staying with safe topics, talking of what we were feeling or thinking during the ceremony, or the reception. It wasn’t easy.

Our entire courtship seemed to hinge on all things erotic, my wife was insatiable and I couldn’t get enough of everything to do with her she set my soul alight. But we made it through breakfast without mention of anything that might be viewed as an attempt to arouse.

Not that that mattered, I knew me sitting here naked, that my wife would be so wet she was practically dripping. And if I wasn’t fully hard, I wasn’t far from it.

Stephen - I’ll wash, you dry

“Today,” I said, my voice steady, “I want to stir every part of your soul, Trinity.”

She blinked, surprised. “Oh... okay.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. She should know by now that I loved to surprise her. I slipped on a pair of green rubber gloves and filled the sink with hot, soapy water. She stood next to me, towel in hand, waiting for me to start. I began with the pan, scrubbing it clean before rinsing it and placing it in the rack. She picked it up, dried it, and put it away, reaching for the next plate I’d cleaned.

It was only five minutes, but it was five minutes of being close, of teasing each other. It was a mental foreplay, a game I loved to play. She usually didn’t mind, knowing it was always worth it in the end. But sometimes, like now, it drove her wild with desire.

I drained the sink and removed the gloves, adjusting the water temperature to wash my hands.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her hand casually brushing my hip.

“Washing the rubber smell off my hands. I hate that. Don’t you?”

“Well, yeah, now that you mention it.”

I dried my hands and turned to her. “There, now I feel better.”

She leaned into me, her chest pressing against mine. “Mmmm... so do I,” she murmured, her tongue teasing my lips. I kept my hands to myself, letting her take the lead. She kissed my cheek, pulling my head down closer to her, her tongue teasing my ear. I felt my cock twitch against her stomach.

“That got a rise out of you,” she moaned, clearly enjoying my reaction.

“So, what do you want to do today?” she asked, trying to regain control of the situation.

“I’m spending the day with you,” I replied, stroking her cheek. “You’re hard to read today, babe. Are you teasing me for a reason?”

I reached over to the counter and picked up an envelope. “Happy anniversary, babe.”

“Awww, you got me a card?”

“Of course, it’s our anniversary.”

She opened the card, her hand flying to her mouth as she read the words. “Stephen, it’s so wonderful. The words are perfect.”

“I know,” I said, smiling.

“Will you stop saying that,” she said, playfully smacking my arm.

“Sorry, babe. Here, maybe this will help.” I opened the pantry door and pulled out a box of assorted chocolates.

“Stephen!” she exclaimed, giggling at the surprise.

“They’re not as sweet as you, but I can’t wait to feed them to you in bed.”

“Chocolate, with all that white in the room? You’re a naughty man, Mr. Gotti.”

“Well, we’ll just have to be careful,” I said, kissing her again.

“I feel so bad about not getting you a card, baby. I can’t believe—”

“Ssshhh. Stop. I don’t want you thinking like that today.”

“Well at least let me get you your present.”

“My present?”

“Uh huh. I didn’t get you a card. That doesn’t mean I forgot to get you a present.”

She walked away and returned with a box, wrapped in silver paper with a white bow. I shook it, already guessing what was inside, but I decided to act surprised.

“Oh... new boxing gloves! Thanks, babe.”

“Turn it over,” she said, grinning.

“What’s this?” I asked, pulling off a small envelope taped to the underside of the box.

“It’s a membership to that boxing club you and Clint keep talking about.”

“Really?”

“Yes... happy anniversary!”

I was stunned. It was a big gift, more than I could have imagined. I’d looked into getting a membership there, but I’d decided against it, not wanting to spend that much on myself. But now, I was overwhelmed by her generosity.

“My God, Trinity, I can’t believe you did this,” I said, hugging her tightly.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it? Oh my God... I love it!”

I kissed her again, a kiss full of love and happiness. After a moment, I collected myself and led her down the hallway toward the bedroom. I stopped at the doorway, pressing her against the door as I kissed her neck and massaged her breast. She moaned, her hands roaming my back.

“Why did you stop, baby?”

I slid open the closet door and pulled out a bouquet of a dozen long-stemmed red roses. “My... you are full of surprises,” she said, taking the flowers with a smile.

She brought the flowers to her face, taking in their sweet scent.

“Stephen, I try,” I said, breaking from my usual response, still trying to wrap my head around the incredible gift she’d given me.

“You try very well, baby. I love them,” Trinity replied.

“I know,” I said, winking at her, slipping back into my playful arrogance. She snorted, clearly amused by my antics. She walked towards the bathroom, admiring the flowers.

“Let me put these in some water,” she said, filling up a vase and placing the roses inside. She set them on the side dresser of our hotel suite. The vibrant red of the roses contrasted beautifully with the pristine white of the room. It felt perfect for today.

I moved up behind her, wrapping my arms around her body just beneath her breasts, resting my head on her shoulder. She turned her face towards me, catching the corner of my mouth with hers for a quick kiss before looking at our reflection in the mirror of the sliding closet door.

“We are one hot couple,” she said, grinning.

“That’s more your doing than mine,” I replied.

She turned in my arms, hugging me back. “I think it’s a lot more even than you give yourself credit for, baby. There’s not a woman in this world that wouldn’t love to be where I am right now.”

“I wonder if they’d love this,” I said, lifting her up and gently tossing her onto the bed. She squealed in delight as I dove onto the mattress after her. We wrestled for a moment, our laughter filling the bright room. I finally pinned her down, my face near her crotch, my hard cock resting on her shoulder. It wasn’t planned, but it was certainly an unexpected bonus.

Our breathing slowed as I held her there. She’d quit fighting, loving the feeling of my hot breath on her mound. Instead, she slowly spread her legs, inviting me in her own special way.

We rarely engaged in mutually pleasuring each other orally, both of us finding the 69 position rather distracting. We usually preferred one or the other going first, so we each could enjoy both giving and receiving. But there were times when it seemed not only a good idea, but a perfect way to show our love.

I moved lower, licking at her inner thighs. She sighed, waiting for me to move enough that she could reach my cock. When I lifted my hips to readjust, she gripped my shaft, pulling me toward her waiting mouth.

It wasn’t the best position for her to take my cock. With me being on top, she had a lot less control. I knew that, so I placed my knees near her head, steadying myself, wanting to make it as easy as possible for her. She lined up my tip, her hands going to my ass, ready to pull me down. Swirling her tongue around my head, I moaned.

Knowing it was one of the best ways to pleasure me, with one quick motion, she forced my body toward her, impaling her mouth.

Obvious that our morning of foreplay was over, I sucked at her labia, before moving my head down just a little lower to ream her ass. She squirmed, more of my cock stuffing into her mouth and throat. Breathing through her nose, she took all she could, considering the angle of my shaft. Back and forth we went, the two of us licking and sucking. Well, I licked more than I sucked. And she sucked more than she licked. We were both moaning on each other.

I finally rolled onto my side, making things easier for both of us. But that didn't change our aggression. She was now sucking me all the way down, while I was digging my tongue as deep into my wife's kitty as I could. She still had her hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I was doing the same to hers, my strong fingers making her wetter the way I manhandled them, just how she liked it

Even when we made love, I knew there were times my wife liked feeling possessed, knowing that she was mine. My hands had a way of doing that to her. It was incredible how soft and feminine she felt under my touch.

I hit just the right spot with my tongue, the explosion she'd been on the brink of coming to her quickly. Latching on to her clit, I sucked wildly, my tongue lashing at it. She had half of my cock in her mouth, and she had to spit it out as she came, her cries of ecstasy seeming to make the windows rattle.

With my cock free and her mind on her orgasm, I took the opportunity to change things up. Gracefully twisting my big body, we were face to face, and I kissed her tenderly as she tried to catch her breath.

“Oh God! Stephen,” she squeaked when she felt my shaft penetrate her pussy, my entire length slowly stretching her as I eased it inside.

Grinding my hips into her slowly, she raised hers to meet me. We began a long, sensuous dance, our bodies coupled intimately. Our legs became tangled, while our hands roamed aimlessly. Words were seldom, mostly expressions of passion seeping past both our lips.

At some point, her arms went above her head as she stretched her sexy body for me. My hands followed,trailing along her skin, until they met hers. Our fingers interlocked, and I held them there, pinned up high near the headboard. My chest pressed against hers, nearly all of my body weight on top of her. She felt so tiny with my body dwarfing hers. And yet she loved it; the measured strokes of my thick cock filling her as much emotionally as it did literally.

“Mmm, oh Stephen, yes baby,” she cried out, another orgasm building in her loins. Her fingers pressed into mine, her grip squeezing them, her arms unable to move from the way I held her there. I know she wanted to buck into my body, but she couldn't.

Then again, she could feel the length of my hard flesh dragging against her clit as I thrust in and out. All she could do was lie there and accept what I was giving her. Closing her eyes, I felt her chest rising with her climax.

“OHHHH STEPHENNNNN BABYYYYYYYY,” she cried out. I felt her cumming, the warm release coating my shaft. God, how I loved that feeling; the way her pussy clung to my cock, quivering around it. I quickened my pace, shortening my strokes in a desperate attempt to join her.

She bit at my neck, the only thing she could do to touch me other than moving one of her feet along my calf. Licking along my collarbone, she moaned as I jerked forward, grunting as I fully impaled her one last time.

“TRINITYYYYYYYYYY BABYYYYY AWWW I LOVE YOU,” I cried out.

I called out her name, the sound echoing in the room as I came deep inside her. I could tell she felt it too, her body shivering in response to the warmth filling her.

I shifted my weight, giving her room to breathe. Our eyes, heavy-lidded and satisfied, met for a fleeting moment before I fell to the bed beside her. I stayed inside her, our hands still intertwined above our heads.