Felicity bit her bottom lip at her husband's husky whisper. The bristles on his unshaved jaw brushed the skin of her shoulder as he drew back, leaving her feeling restless and cold.

He'd already told her to get naked, and she'd instantly obeyed, undressing with record time. It'd felt weird to do this so openly, trusting he would like what he saw.

She shook her head. No, he always did. He got hard just at the sight of her bare body and always had. But now that his body had left hers, she suddenly wondered what she was doing here. This was going to be so unlike what they usually did, she wasn't sure what had gone through her to ask him that.

"Connor?" she called out, needing to hear him.

"You asked for this, baby. Now grab the headboard, and do not move until I tell you to."

She reached for the wooden rail and clasped it between tense fingers. Seconds later, hands were on her hips. He tilted her body until she was leaning down, her head pressed against the backs of her hands, her thighs open wide, her ass high in the air.

It was an altogether submissive position, and yet, she had no one but herself to blame. He was right. She'd asked for this.

When his open palm met her ass for the first time, she gasped. Then waited.

He seemed to take her non-reaction as a go-ahead and did it again, to her left butt cheek this time.

He fell into an unhurried rhythm, alternating slaps and slow caresses. Her ass was on fire, but it wasn't hurting per se. It was the weirdest sensation really.

And then he started talking. "You're a good little slut, aren't you?"

She felt her mouth open, ready to blast him for the way he'd just addressed her, and yet, nothing came out. Because she was wet, damn it. She'd always considered herself a feminist, but here she was, letting the man of her life call her names and getting off on it. What was wrong with her?

He thrust a finger deep inside her pussy and groaned. "Fuck, you're soaking wet. You really like me acting like this, don't you, baby?"

"Ye-es," she said, pumping her hips back, trying to make him move his finger. Instead, he slid it back out. She groaned, "Connor!"

She wasn't sure if he heard her or if he'd already decided what he was going to do because he began tracing her rose a second later. He painted it wet with the juices he'd collected, going back to dip his fingertip inside his pussy for more until she was nearly panting.

When he slid one finger, then two, inside her ass, Felicity held the headboard in both hands and didn't let go. It hurt. Damn it all to hell, it hurt.

But she hung on and let him play with her, nearly sighing in relief when she felt something press against her clit.

Then whiskers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she jerked when she realized it was his tongue currently taking a very long, slow, detour of her pussy.

"God," she muttered, closing her eyes at the rush of sensations threatening to overwhelm her.

She focused on that touch, ignoring the fingers scissoring her rose wider. His tongue flicked her clit, exactly the way she liked it. He knew her body by heart now, she thought, knew what to do to make her moan in pleasure.

Except tonight was different, and she should really have realized this sooner. Because what happened next took her completely by surprise. His teeth closed around her left pussy lip and bit.

She swore she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her nails digging into the headboard, she found herself leaning forward, trying to get away from him. His hands clasped her hips and held her still.

"Don't you dare move," he growled just before doing the same to her other inner lip.

Felicity looked at the wall in front of her and blinked. This was freaky as hell! Her pussy now pulsed as if it had a life of its own. Her butt cheeks still faintly ached from his earlier spanking. Her ass, now devoid of thick fingers, felt empty.

She didn't know whether she was coming or going but...she was still wet. "Fuck me," she murmured.

Of course, her luck being what it was, Connor heard her. "Not yet, little slut. I'm far from finished with you."

Where the hell did my husband go? she asked herself. What had she unleashed when she'd told him she wanted rough sex for their anniversary? God, I should have just asked for jewelry like any good little wife. Stupid!

"Connor?" she called out, her voice shaky.

He didn't respond, but she could feel his breath against her butt, moments before he bit the bottom curve of her right cheek.

"Damn it, Con!"

He smacked the palm of his hand against her left butt cheek.

No complaining. Right. Got it. Right. Fuck, that stings!

"I love your ass," he called out, his voice almost gleeful. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of it now."

They hadn't had anal sex in forever, Felicity thought as she braced herself. She knew he liked it. No, that wasn't it. He loved it, but she'd never particularly liked it. She couldn't come with a cock in her ass, so there wasn't much point after all. He kept asking her for it, and she kept refusing, and tonight...well, tonight, he didn't even have to ask. He could just take whatever he wanted.

And take he did. Oh hell. He must have added lube at one point because the head of his cock slipped in without much resistance. His cock was much thicker at the base however, and by the time he'd thrust his whole length inside her she was near breaking point.

"Fuck, that feels good," he muttered as he leaned his body on hers, pushing her further against the headboard.

His hands slid up her front and stopped right under her heaving breasts. He palmed them and squeezed a little, the caress making her fidget. When he opened his fingers and tightened them around her nipples, however, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"You're all mine. From your tits to your ass, you're mine," he murmured from behind, sliding out before slamming back into her.

She gasped and realized she'd tensed, her body bowed under his, waiting... But for what?

He wasn't finished. His right palm slid down to cup her pussy. He ground the heel of his hand against her pubic bone. "Feel this? Feel how wet you are for me?"

Hell, she could feel it all right. Especially when he slipped a finger between her drenched inner lips and started caressing her clit with languorous movements.

He wasn't in a rush it soon appeared. She would have thought he'd be eager to come, but no, he was taking his time. Caressing her from the inside out, fucking her ass slowly so the pain lessened, brushing her hair off her shoulders so he could bite the spot on her neck that drove her crazy.

She clenched her muscles around his cock in reaction, pleased when he let out a moan. I'm getting to him! she congratulated herself. The feeling didn't last long.

He upped it the next instant, and all she could do was hang on to the headboard and press her ass back into him, letting him fuck her with everything he had.

This time, there was no way she could ignore the heat that spiraled inside her. Maybe it was because her husband acted as if he were a completely different person. Maybe it was because he so obviously enjoyed it...enjoyed her. She wasn't sure why, but by God, she knew her orgasm was going to be out of this world even before it happened.

Her thighs cramped.

Her nipples tightened.

Her pussy dampened even more.

His thumb pressed against the side of her clit, right where it felt good. He pressed and pressed until she saw lights flicker behind her closed eyelids.

His cock slid in and out of her ass with long strokes.

In and out.

In...and...out.

In...

"Connor!" she screamed out, her orgasm washing over her, obliterating everything in its wake. He swore and slipped out of her, pushing her down so she lay on her stomach.

He came all over her reddened ass.

He'd never done that before, something so obviously taken from porn, and yet somehow, it fit their night to a T.

Not sure what that says about us, Felicity thought as she closed her eyes and fought to contain the aftershocks still coursing her body. Her back bowed, his cum slipping down her cleft to mingle with the juices spread all over her pussy. She moaned and opened her thighs wider.

What have we done? The question lingered in her mind long after they'd gone to bed, Connor's smile lighting up the whole room.