Todd smiled to himself as he logged off the computer. He had a weekend planned that he knew would be dynamite. Loosening his tie and running his fingers through his short black hair, he sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting the feeling of Friday afternoon wash over him. Pushing the intercom button, he informed his administrative assistant that he was leaving for the day. Grabbing his briefcase, he strode out the door and headed home to pick up Chelsea. On the way, he wondered what she was packing to wear...not that it mattered. She always looked sexy and dressed to please him.
During their relationship, she had always had a knack for keeping things interesting. She was a natural pleaser, much more so than most women, and he loved that about her. The longer they were together, the more he tested her limits, and they had found a balance that worked well for them. He understood her need to please and for him to push her into being dirty so she could explore that part of herself, while still maintaining a safe and strong male presence to protect and comfort her. She understood his need to love through sexual acts, to "have" someone of his own, to trust through testing her. In short, it was an ideal partnership.
Opening the front door to their townhome, he called out to her. She emerged from the top of the stairs, wearing tight jeans and a low-cut deep purple blouse he had picked up for her at Frederick's of Hollywood during their last visit.
"Hey baby!" she said, smiling. She ran to kiss him. He laughed. Barefoot, her 5'5 height was no match for his 6'4. He bent down to kiss her back.
"Go get dressed!" she said. "I'm ready to go and have us all packed. Let's go, come on, now!"
"Ok, ok. Give me fifteen minutes."
Soon enough, they were driving out of town with the top down, holding hands and enjoying the sun. After they arrived and checked in, they went up to the room to change for dinner. When they walked into the room, he heard her gasp.
"Honey! This is amazing!" she exclaimed.
The room opened into a small foyer, with a huge bathroom to the right. Further on, the foyer opened up into a spacious bedroom, with an enormous bed sitting on an elevated platform and a sitting area to the immediate left, up against the wall to the foyer. It was very grand.
"I'm glad you like it," he said, smiling down at her.
He told her to get him ready for dinner -- they got into the huge shower together and she washed him from head to toe, shampooing his hair, and then taking care of herself while he dried off. Then, she helped him get dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks.
"I'm going to go have a drink in the bar and you come find me when you're ready," he told her.
"Of course, baby. See you in a bit." She kissed him and he left.
About an hour later, Todd was finishing off his scotch when he heard two men at the end of the bar whispering. He looked over and saw what they were whispering about instantly. There, strutting into the bar, was his girl. She looked amazing. He had never been attracted to petite or slender women, and this was just another example of why. Chelsea had put on a short, dark dress and very high nude heels, accentuating her shapely legs. At 5'5 and a size 20, Chelsea had a strong build, generous hips, and full, heavy breasts that just begged to be squeezed. Her thighs were firm and powerful, and her face was full, with luscious lips that could look both innocent and mischievous.
She walked up to his stool and smiled shyly, eyes looking downward.
"You look gorgeous," Todd said. Chelsea blushed.
Sliding off his stool, he grabbed her hand and they walked out of the bar. Leaving the front of the hotel, the car Todd had arranged for was waiting for them. As she slid into the back seat, her skirt rode up slightly, revealing her firm thigh to the driver, whom Todd noticed, certainly appreciated the view. Todd climbed in beside her, and off they went to dinner.
The restaurant was everything he knew Chelsea appreciated -- gourmet food, excellent wine list. They feasted on seared scallops and filet mignon, and shared a luscious crème brulee, which he enjoyed more because of how Chelsea licked and sucked the sweet custard off of her spoon, remind him of the sweet taste of her pussy. He flirted with her, though mostly he observed her as she became tipsy more quickly than he, and started to lose her inhibitions somewhat. Normally very reserved and shy, she giggled and smiled, and obviously felt pretty. He liked seeing her this way. Usually she was on guard, aggressive, sarcastic, and always protective of herself, though she did that much less with Todd than she had in the beginning. She felt safer with him than anyone else, and had started letting him in more and more over the last couple of years. It had been a lot of work, but to him, it was so worth it.
He remembered when he and Chelsea first began dating. He found her gorgeous, but she clearly had the unfortunate luck of finding men looking for Barbie dolls, giving Chelsea a hard time about her weight, her build, and her other attributes. The first few times they had had sex, she refused to get out of bed naked, terrified he'd see her body and be turned off. In fact, he loved her body. Her curves and softness was such a turn-on to him. After a few months, he stumbled one night onto what would bring Chelsea out of her shell.
One night, after coming back to her apartment following happy hour with friends, something happened that changed their whole sex life. Todd had always been the consummate alpha male, though he had learned through dating that women in today's world were different and didn't like that too much, so he had learned to temper it. But, as they say, alcohol sometimes brings out the real versions of people. While fumbling through the front door, kissing and groping, they somehow made it to the bedroom without killing one another. Lying on the bed, he pulled away to look at her.
"I want to watch you undress," he told her.
Panicked, she looked at him. "I...I can't do that," she said.
At this point, Todd was so horny and so drunk, his alpha male kicked into overdrive. Before he realized what he was doing, he had his hand on her throat, shoving her down on her back.
"You WILL do it, because I said so. And if you don't, you will be sorry," he snarled at her.
Her eyes widened. He could see she was afraid, and, though it seemed wrong, he enjoyed that.
Without a word, he rolled off of her and pointed. Shamefully, she climbed out of bed and began to unbutton her top.
"No!" he exclaimed. "Turn your back to me. Pants first, and bend over as you slide them down."
She turned as instructed. He heard her zipper come down, and then watched as she turned that luscious ass towards him, bending as she slid the pants off of them, down to the floor. She stood upright again, trembling in embarrassment.
"Next, your panties, same way. Bend over and slowly pull them down."
He could tell she didn't want to hear that, and her defiant streak kicked in. She dropped them to the floor quickly, crossing her arms in disgust. She was mad. He didn't know what made him do it, but he jumped to his feet, right behind her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back.
"That is not what I said, now is it?" he said in her ear as she stood, paralyzed in shock. "Being a bitch will get you punished."
He dragged her over to the bed, bent her over his lap, and began wailing on her bare ass with his hand as she struggled and screamed. Then he used her hair to force her on her knees. She refused to look at him.
"Look at me," he told her. "Now."
She slowly raised her head and made eye contact.
"Did that hurt?"
She nodded.
