Ann: The Married Years Ch. 01

For her part, Ann was extremely uncomfortable. The pain was excruciating the way her nipples were being thrashed across the carpet, and her body was pinned in a way that made her want to scream in agony. And yet she'd never felt more aroused.

The angle of his cock rubbed against her clit perfectly, the pain in her knees and the awkward way her shoulders were contorted becoming secondary to the pleasure she was feeling between her legs. Her nipples were being rubbed raw, the friction of the carpet making her wince. But the way his fingers dug into her ass cheeks made her heart skip, knowing she was his, and knowing he was showing her just that. She loved the way he was taking her. She felt small and vulnerable, and at the same time, she felt possessed. It was perverse, and it made her cunt spasm in the most delicious way.

She'd turned her head to the right, and he repositioned himself, using his left knee for support while planting his right foot near her face, inches from her nose. The move gave him more leverage; his hips ramming upward, practically lifting her off her knees with each powerful stroke.

Ann stared at his foot, her eyes focused on it, reveling in the way she was being hammered. Still, she wanted more. She started pretending to be uncooperative, moving her body as if she were attempting get away. She wasn't sure it was part of the role she was supposed to be playing, but it was how she felt in her lust-filled heart, and that was all she had to go on.

Neil saw right through her ruse. She was struggling, but she was also humping back into him every chance she got. Taking the cue she was giving him, he upped his game, pulling her arms behind her back, pinning them there with his strong left hand. Ramming deep, he held his cock inside her while he repositioned, grabbing her hair once more to twist her head further to the right, her shoulders turning with it. Her back looked like a reverse question mark the way he'd forced her move.

She winced, the pain from being manipulated by her scalp making her want to scream. It was tactic of sorts, something he'd only recently started doing, the first time being when she had actually been bad the night of their fight. It seemed to be an Anna Renee thing, and while it wasn't the most pleasant feeling in the world, there was no denying that it made her pussy wetter every time he did it. It was as if there was some bizarre internal connection between the follicles on her head and the walls of her vagina, one directly affecting the other. He'd yank on her hair, and her pussy convulsed, becoming tighter.

"I can't believe I get off on having my hair pulled," she moaned inside as his fingers strengthened their clutch on her mane, holding her head where he wanted.

That didn't mean she didn't try to move though. While his clench in her strands was tight, she still tried to pull away, forcing him to make another odd, spur of the moment reaction. He stopped fucking her again, lifting his bare foot, using it to gently to press her face into the carpet before he resumed hammering her pussy.

"OH... GOD... YES!" she screamed in her head, thrilled by filthy way he was treating her. It was so primal and powerful it made her pussy gush over his bulging shaft. "How does he read my fucking MIND like that?"

She panted, her internal confession to him doing exactly what she'd hoped making her weak. Closing her eyes, she let the sensation of being held captive and helpless wash over her, willingly accepting the brutal treatment she was receiving, anxiously awaiting the climax that was about to come to her.

As soon as he'd placed his foot on her head, he looked at the image before him, almost as if he was having an out of body experience. That couldn't possibly be him, could it? In his minds eye, he was seeing them together from across the room. It was hard to believe what he was doing; how he was treating his beautiful wife. It could have been viewed as degrading, even abusive. Yet as soon as that thought hit him, she reacted to his cock drilling her convulsing pussy, her orgasm explosive.

"OH FUCK! YES... I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY DIRTY FILTHY CUNT," she yelled, her body craving the way he was fucking her. Her climax was long and powerful, wiping away whatever remaining energy she had to fight back...or even pretend to fight back. She surrendered to her orgasm, and the euphoric pleasure it was bringing her.

He was surprised by her reaction, and how much she actually enjoyed what he was doing to her. From the surface, it all seemed so wrong. But they were just role playing, and that always turned out right in so many wonderful ways. He didn't want to read anything into the moment, because as usual, it was fueled by carnal thoughts. And he knew before he finished that he wasn't going to analyze what happened between them, because it wouldn't matter. It was all a part of the continual sexual list they were writing together. They would either agree that they liked it, keeping it to the list, or they'd scratch though the entry when they were done. All he knew for sure was based on how he felt, and how she came, it was something they both enjoyed at least once.

He was just as astonished by his involuntary response to her orgasm. He got off on the way she reacted to how he was treating her, mainly because she got off on it so much. And that was all he could take. His foot slipped off her face as he lunged forward, his hand pulling her arms up higher, forcing her tits to mash into the floor as his balls start to spew hot sperm into her. This time, he held his cock deep inside, wanting his load to take longer to seep out of her gaping hole. And it was gaping when he finally pulled out, her pussy lips appearing to quiver from the sudden emptiness. Spanking her ass several times, he got up, lording over his conquest as she collapsed to the carpet.

Seeing her lie on the floor in the center of the small room, her body still shaking from what had just happened, he felt a rush. His chest swelled, and he had to fight the urge to pound it like some primitive ape that had just mated. His cock was still hard, his balls swinging freely below it as he looked at the shaft, glistening from the light coming through the glass of the window.

Grunting, he turned heel and walked out of the room, leaving her there in a rumpled heap. But not before warning, "Now keep that dirty filthy cunt of yours away from Stanley! It belongs to me."

She closed her eyes, the sting where his hand had hit her fleshy bottom still resonating through her body. "I love you so much, Neil," she said softly, aware that he couldn't hear her, but knowing in her heart that he knew. She lay there, silent and still, feeling all that had just been done to her, reliving it in her mind. It took her over a half-hour to pull herself together enough to get up off the floor.

Just two hours after that, they were at it again.

He had been working in the guest bedroom, putting up several things she'd picked out, all of them having a separate disguised purpose to them besides just being decorative or practical. There was a large mirror that she wanted strategically placed for when they might be in bed together in that room. There was a huge wooden shelf that happened to have several metal hooks and loops in its design. There was even an ornamental piece that matched the shelf that she wanted hung over the head of the bed. With the actual headboard being a built in bookshelf, it would be less effective for the bondage games she had in mind. The piece he was hanging would take care of that.

Of course, with those kinds of games, it meant the items needed to be attached to the walls in a more secure fashion; one that didn't require Stanley's help. They all needed heavy screws and wall brackets. Neil knew that... and so did Ann. When he was putting the finishing touches on the headpiece, pulling at it hard to make sure it was able to withstand having a great deal of weight attached to it, he heard her in the other room. And he walked out knowing what he would find.

She was standing on a step stool, her ass jutting out as she bent over to measure where she wanted to place the nail. In truth, she already knew. She'd marked it with a pencil weeks before. Now she was waiting patiently for him to come out of the back room and catch her again. She found the whole thing exhilarating, like she was a piece of meat used as bait in a trap, aware all along that she was going to be caught in it. Perhaps she might even be devoured.

It struck her as ironic that she had to be patient for him, standing on that stool, wondering when he might finally come looking for her. After all, she'd been standing there at least a half-hour. But she would have remained there hours longer, just like she had on the floor the night of their fight, because she knew what would happen once he saw her there. And that was the irony. It was her impatience that had led to the fight to begin with. Now, she was waiting willingly, hoping to be used one more time before he had to take a nap to rest up before leaving for work later that night.

She'd shifted her footing again, this time a little louder, enticing him to come spring the trap. She let out a gleeful squeal as she heard him coming down the hall, and she quickly pushed out her ass, the grey cloth of her shorts soiled and soaked from the two big loads he'd already dumped into her pussy, staining them from the inside out. She'd made sure she had her legs parted perfectly, wanting him to see it, smiling to herself at the idea of how he'd marked her 'dirty filthy cunt' as his.

Her tits were on fire, confined in a tight polo shirt, the weave of the fabric feeling harsh against her nubs. It was one of her better shirts really, but one she was willing to sacrifice in the name of lust. She picked it out because of the way her nipples would brush against the material, knowing they would hurt. They were still raw from the how they had dragged across the carpet the last time he'd taken her, and she loved that feeling.

"I wonder if he'll take me again," she hoped, clutching the hammer as she placed a nail against the pristine white drywall, ready to finally hang that clock.

The hammer was whisked out of her hand; the nail falling harmlessly to the floor. Her body was lifted off the stool in a strong, fluid motion, thrown over his shoulder in a fireman's carry as if she were weightless. He tossed the tool to the floor with a resounding thud.

"You'll never learn... will you?" he preached. Hearing her try to control her giggling as he carried her down the hallway made his heart fill with love. They were being playful, in the most unfathomable way either of them could have imagined.

He literally threw her onto their bed, the location surprising her. She'd wrongly assumed that he'd finally use the guestroom, since that's where he'd just been. But as she felt the shirt ripping from her body, his strong hands tearing the thicker fabric as if it were made of tissue paper, she remembered telling him once that she was only going play bondage games in their bedroom that first Sunday they were together, because that's what the guest room eventually would be for. It suddenly made sense that Anna Renee wouldn't be 'punished' in the one place Annabelle would play in the future.

Grabbing at her shorts, he looked at her, the fire in her eyes making his heart race. "What the fuck do I have to do to get through to you that you're not fucking Stanley again, Anna Renee?"

Blushing from the question, she couldn't believe she actually answered, "I guess you'll have to do what worked on me the last time."

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The bath didn't seem to help at all, other than to wash away the thoughts she'd woken up with of their fight weeks before. It was a bit alarming that it came back to her the way it had, but she understood why. It was because she was sore from the second ever appearance of Anna Renee the day before. Of course, that appearance was in the role playing they'd done while putting up things on their walls. But it felt just like the night of their fight.

Her thoughts ran to how he'd used her so brutally on their abbreviated Sunday, fucking her three times; each time more aggressive than the last. It brought a pleasant smile to her face. And even that hurt a little.

"At least the coffee woke me up," she sighed, taking another sip, which made her wince. The feel of the silky red robe against her skin became a constant reminder, the discomfort making her moan and smile at the same time. Her new persona was eerily similar to Annabelle in the way it left her feeling afterwards, and she loved it.

In hindsight, the bath had been a bad idea. Thinking a long, steamy soak would help her aching body, she filled the tub, dumping some bath oil in the hot water. But as soon as she sat down, she almost jumped back up. Her ass still hurt, and it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Neil had picked up on her not so veiled hint the night before, knowing all too well what she'd meant by what worked on Anna Renee 'the last time.' Yes, he fucked her again; the same aggressive, possessive, angry kind of sex that they both were oddly craving. But the entire time he rammed his thick cock into her sloppy pussy from behind, he spanked her... constantly. And since he'd already cum twice, it was a long, painful, perfect romp from Ann's perspective.

It was also the incredible ending of one of her favorite Sundays out of all the ones they'd ever spent together. It was different, but it was exactly what she hoped it would be when they first broached the idea of setting aside a day for each other. It was unplanned. It was raw. It was spontaneous, filled with twists and turns. It was jam-packed with edge of the seat thrills that seemed to come at her from every angle.

But now that seat hurt, even when she wasn't sitting. Her ass was tender, and it was still warm to the touch. Part of that might had been the hot water of the bath, but it also had a great deal with how his strong hands seemed to know just how to cover her buttocks perfectly with every blow.

He spanked her a lot... far more than he ever had as Annabelle, or even the night of the fight when he turned her over the end of the couch when he came home. She felt like a filly that had been whipped down the stretch, told to go faster and faster all the way to the finish line. And since he always came like a horse; riding her with unbridled fervor, it seemed to make for the perfect metaphor for how she felt.

She ended up pulling the plug in the tub after a while because it was so uncomfortable, finishing with a shower so she could shave her legs; not wanting to waste too much more time. Carefully applying her make up, she slipped on a pair of red heels before putting on the robe and limping down the hallway. She looked across the room toward the clock, still leaning against the wall, mocking her. Shaking her head, she walked into the living room, standing by the front door, looking out the window. She heard the garage door go up before she ever saw his car.

Neil drove around the corner a short time later, parking his Nissan in the now familiar spot in front of his home. He stumbled out, exhausted as he cut across the grass toward the garage. Hearing the front door open, he stopped in his tracks, surprised that she was already up.

Opening the front of her robe, she let it slip off her shoulders, grabbing it with her hands before tossing it casually to the side. She was standing in the doorway in just her heels, looking like an angel, exposing herself on a morning when it was entirely possible one of their new neighbors might see her. But she didn't care. She wanted to welcome her husband home from his first ever night on third shift they way a good wife should.

He grinned, walking toward her, kissing her at the door as he dropped his lunch cooler on the floor just inside the house next to her robe. Her tongue probed his mouth, her arms curling around his neck as she felt him hugging her. Then she groaned as his hands cupped her ass, the pain shooting directly to her pussy, making her wet once again.

"Good morning, baby. How was your night?"

"Long. I'm exhausted."

"Too tired to have a little fun with your slutty wife?"

"Actually... yeah. I need to get some sleep babe. I'm sorry, but I wouldn't be much fun anyway."

"I'm sorry too," she said with a smile, trying to hide her disappointment. "I wish I hadn't drunk that coffee now. I'm wide awake."

"Aw...."

She put her finger to his lips. "Sshhh... it's okay. Go to bed. I'm sure I'll still be horny when you wake up."

"So you're that horny, are you?"

"Um Hmm. I didn't sleep that much last night. I couldn't stop thinking about all the things you did to me yesterday. That was quite a Sunday."

"Yes, it was."

She saw the fatigue in his eyes. She was sure he didn't get much sleep during the nap he'd had before going in to work. And he couldn't have gotten used to the unusual hours of the shift in just one night. Resigned to the circumstances, she kissed him lovingly on the cheek. "Go get some sleep baby."

He walked down the hallway, stripping off cloths along the way before closing the door behind him. Soon after she heard the sound of the shower; it was unusual since he normally showered after he got up. Falling onto the couch on her stomach, she spent the next ten minutes listening to the clock, the constant ticking sounding like a taunt, daring her to finally hang it up in its rightful place on the wall.

"I can't stand it anymore. If I hurry, I can have it up before he goes to sleep so I won't wake him" she said confidently, walking over to the door to the garage.

Fumbling through Neil's big tool box, she opened several drawers, searching for the hammer. Finally finding it, she pulled it out and closed the drawer, turning to return to the house.

"I knew you couldn't keep your hands off of him," Neil said from the doorway, his large, throbbing shaft looking so much bigger than the one in her hand.

"Oh... FUCK," she shrieked, startled from his appearing out of nowhere. She was actually unnerved the way as he leered at her naked body.

Walking into the cool garage, he closed the door behind him, smiling as he noticed neither one of them had bothered to shut the overhead one he'd opened when he came home. Grasping her wrist, he took the hammer from her delicate hand and he threw it on the tool bench. Staring into her eyes with an annoyed glare, one she knew wasn't real, but made her tremble nonetheless.

"I'm disappointed in you, Anna Renee."

"I... I'm sorry, Neil. I wasn't going to fuck Stanley. I swear."

"Not about that. You're not wearing a shirt for me to rip off of you," he said as he kissed her on the temple, before turning her around roughly. She felt his hand in her back, pushing her harshly. She lurched forward, her torso landing onto the cold metal of the hood of her car. "And just a reminder in case you forgot, our Sundays don't end until Monday morning."

"OH... THANK... GOD," she barked in cadence with his thick cock, suddenly ramming deep into her pussy.

Turning her head, she peered over her shoulder, her eyes catching the silver head of the hammer shining from the rays of the sun that had risen over the hilltop, the garage filled with light through the open door. She smiled, thinking about how she might never get to hang that clock, and how it suddenly didn't seem like such a bad deal anymore.

"I love you Anna Renee!" he growled.

She winked before yelling. "FUCK THAT! ANNA RENEE IS A BAD GIRL NEIL! PLEASE... SPANK ME!"