"You'll do what I say, Anna. I know what you want. But
I
decide what you need."
A flash ran through her, wondering what was to come.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It wasn't some ominous demand, or a harsh rebuke. There were no dark overtones. He'd said it very calm, as if he were just stating a common fact; like it was sunny outside, or the grass was green. It was a simple reply to what he knew she was hoping for, and it was his way of letting her know that while he recognized what she wanted, he wasn't going to commit to anything; at least not yet. He was also letting her know in a polite, loving way, that he was controlling her for the time being.
He didn't have any intentions of letting Annabelle make an appearance. They'd shied away from any bondage games for months, content to find other ways to appease their sexual appetite, and they were happy with that. In fact, she hadn't been Annabelle since that first weekend after they married. It was partly because of the sudden arrival of Anna Renee, and her need to be punished from time to time. It was different, but it was exciting for Ann to play a slightly diverse role.
Well, it wasn't a role, really. On the two occasions they'd had big arguments, not long after that initial one early on in their marriage, she'd found herself yet again being on the receiving end of a raw spanking from her loving husband, followed by a hard, pounding fuck that left her both sore and extremely satisfied.
It wasn't something that had been planned either time, other than the fact the punishment didn't happen right away. Neil let his anger subside first, waiting for over a day each time before taking matters into his bare hand and using her perfect ass as a way to reprimand her behavior. In truth, she knew she had it coming both times. She'd been petty, and he'd been more than patient, but she couldn't help herself, pushing his buttons in ways that let her know she'd crossed the line.
And to Neil's credit, he did everything in his power to resolve issues that came up in their marriage in other ways. Most of the time, it worked. They'd had plenty of disagreements since that first fight. But only twice did it escalate into something where he felt the need to walk away. Actually, the common denominator was that he drove away. And that was Ann's sign that she'd gone too far. Like the first, both of the other arguments had to do with her being impatient, not getting her way immediately. Now, she knew that if that ever happened, the consequence would eventually mean she'd become Anna Renee, and she'd feel that sting of his hand in ways that made her cringe.
It also made her wet, and she knew what would happen once the punishment stopped. The hard, angry fuck he'd give her; the silent, aggressive nature the encounters would take on. He'd spank her ass, and then take her, in whatever way or manner he deemed fit. Yet she could always feel his love coming through, no matter how hard the blows to her ass were, or how forceful and unpredictable he'd take her body and use it for his own pleasure.
In fact, Ann couldn't get past that part. It had happened just three times in the first year of their relationship, and the first was more pretend. Well the fight wasn't, but the feeling out process of how to deal with the aftermath was. It was the other two times that shaped her; and them as a couple.
Yes, they'd been a couple for almost a year, and married for over six months. But the advent of Anna Renee was less than that, and it astounded her how she reacted when he'd call her that name. It was like a freak phenomenon that took place between them. When he fucked her the last two times, he didn't appear to have much care for whether she enjoyed the experience or not. He was simply using her, and using sex as his form of retribution. Almost as if he was saying, "If you treat me the way you did,
this
is how I'm going to treat you in return."
It was how she reacted to that treatment that boggled her mind. It seemed such a heartless, primal, mean-spirited way to treat a wife. And yet she
loved
it. While she hated that she made him so angry that he felt the need to leave, and she deplored the idea that she could become so selfish and petty at times that it forced him to flee in the first place to keep from lashing out the way she had toward him, she couldn't help but feel a tingle between her legs. It wasn't something she ever expected would result from an argument.
She had always believed in the concept of make-up sex. She had even experienced it before, with boyfriends from her past. But this was on a whole different plain. Neil would take her verbal abuse, the snide comments making him upset. He'd try to reason with her. In response, she would become confrontational, countering his rational arguments with biting sarcasm. She'd deliberately push his buttons, knowing she was making things worse, but unable to stop in the heat of the moment. Her competitive nature always kicked in, wanting to win the argument.
When he'd had enough, he'd leave to calm down. He never provoked or lashed out at the time, knowing he was bigger and stronger, and that any physical reaction would only make things worse. It was a line he would never cross in the heat of an argument. Yet later, when he had time to rationalize a response, it suddenly took the form of corporal punishment. She'd been bad, so a sentence would be issued, and then carried out. He would spank her, and then he would ravage her body, almost cavalier in the way he treated her; consumed only by his own sexual needs.
When he would rip off whatever she was wearing, it made her loins burn with desire. She would long to be treated that way. It felt just and right to her. And somehow, she got off on it. The more distant and aggressive in nature his carnal conquest of her body was, the stronger her resulting orgasm would be.
It was such an unexpected byproduct. She never dreamed that she could derive such pleasure in something seemingly so base and demeaning. But that was simply how it appeared on the surface. He never actually hurt her, and she could always sense the underlying love in his actions.
The other odd thing was now it was always in the back of her mind. Those three arguments, particularly the last two, and the physical reply that followed, had happened well over four months before. In fact, they'd barely had a disagreement since the last one. But the mere suggestion that it could happen again kept her on edge.
She'd found herself on more than one occasion contemplating what would happen if she said something combustible during a minor spat; mulling over the options, thinking she could easily escalate the situation. But that would be contrived, and she knew enough to know that anything that wasn't genuine would be sniffed out quickly. Neil was too smart for that.
No, the desire to start a heated exchange just wasn't there, no matter how much she might enjoy the eventual result. No fight was worth that, no matter how much her body craved the abusive attention it might receive. In truth, she feared such a move would damage their relationship. The idea of picking a fight just because she loved the feeling she got when they 'made up', even in the unusual way it took shape, didn't seem like a healthy thing to do. Besides, there were so many other amazing ways he made her feel sexually incredible, why bother.
That was on her mind when he'd said he would decide what she needed. Both of them knew Annabelle wasn't in the cards, and obviously neither was Anna Renee. But Anna... that was a given. She was always there. It was just in what form she'd take shape. There were so many different variations of Ann behaving naughty that it was sometimes hard to disseminate one from another, or more importantly, which one might come to the forefront. Neil was simply stating that while he was aware of how she was feeling inside,
he
was the one that was going to select how they played at the reception.
But he was lying to himself if he said the idea of fucking her somewhere in a secluded spot in that barn didn't appeal to him. His cock was hard, her incredible ass tempting him as she pressed back against his body. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as they waited for their turn to move, her soft moans driving him wild.
"Do you want to do it right here, baby?" she cooed, glancing at his eyes over her left shoulder.
"Yeah, right," he grinned.
"I'd do it if you made me," she winked, knowing it was an offer that would never be taken seriously.
For half a second he considered it, wondering if he could get away with lowering his zipper to extract his fleshy tool, before slowly inserting it into her bare pussy while they stood in the row. It was pure folly, the moment gone as soon as their friends Mark and Jill moved into the aisle, leaving a gap that forced Ann to start walking.
Taking her hand, he came to the realization that he needed her as much as she professed she needed him. "Come on, Anna. Let's find someplace inside where I can make you do things you never thought you'd do today."
"Sounds like a typical Saturday to me," she joked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was hard to imagine being disappointed at Dawn's reception, but they were as soon as the walked into the barn. Not that they had any right to be. The place was perfect The inside was breathtakingly spectacular, the decorations alone enough to make Ann gasp visualizing all hard work and painstaking effort it must have taken to prepare it for the festivities. The aroma coming from the buffet made Neil's stomach start to grumble.
But it was also nothing like what either Neil or Ann had expected, and that proved to be a bit of a let down. While the entire outside looked exactly like a barn, restored to appear as it might have in the era long since past when it was built, the inside had been totally gutted, converted into a giant room that could be rented out for special occasions, including weddings and receptions.
In redoing the inside, gone were the telltale signs of what the structure had originally been designed for. That made sense on the surface. Who would be willing to rent a barn in the middle of a city, if it were actually a barn on the inside? But that didn't stop Ann from feeling disheartened when she saw a huge room full of people, and no place to steal away for a private moment.
