Fifty Days of Sin (25 page)

I hear the run of the bathwater
and shrieks of laughter from upstairs as Adam wrestles Jamie out of
his clothes. My son loves to make a game out of bedtime. First he
fights having his clothes off, then he splashes his little hands
and feet in the bubbly water, creating a huge mess on the bathroom
floor, and then it’s another wrestling match trying to get him into
his sleepsuit for bed. But once he’s on my or Adam’s lap clutching
Doggy and listening to his stories, he calms. He has a beaker of
warm milk last thing at night and it makes him drowsy. He’s a good
sleeper, on the whole, and always was. If the second baby we’re
hoping for is conceived soon, I hope he or she will be a good
sleeper too.

I go up the stairs to join Adam
as he bathes Jamie, who is filling up a jug with water and holding
it as high as he can to tip it out again. It’s amazing how, no
matter how many rubber ducks, Thomas the Tank Engine toys and
squirty fire engines you buy for your child’s bath, they’re more
interested in the jug you use to rinse the shampoo out of their
hair. “Woah!” I cry as he splashes me. “Aw, Mummy’s all wet!”

“Daddy wet!” says Jamie and gets
his Dad too.

“Right, you, I’m coming to get
you,” says Adam and Jamie squeals and wriggles away, laughing, as
his Dad wields a bath sponge, getting his soft little body
clean.

Soon Jamie is wrapped up in a
hooded towel, looking like a swaddled newborn. I pat him dry gently
and Adam goes to find his nappy and sleepsuit. I lie him down on
the towel and Adam slips the nappy under his little pink bottom,
fastening it at the front, and then with some resistance from
Jamie, he pulls the sleepsuit onto his tiny legs and fastens the
first few poppers up to his tummy.

“Up-a-daisy now, Jamie, let’s
get your arms in,” he encourages, and Jamie springs to his feet and
runs out of the bathroom, half-dressed and giggling wildly. I smile
and start tidying the bathroom as I hear Adam catch his son and
finish the tricky job of wrestling him into his nightclothes.

When I go in, Jamie is selecting
some picture books from the shelf in his room. Adam sits down in
the armchair and lifts him up to his lap.

“That’s Not My Penguin,” reads
Adam, looking at the front cover with our little son. “Is this
still Jamie’s favourite?”

“Yeh,” grins Jamie, putting his
fingers out to explore the textures of the touchy-feely book.

“I’ll go warm up the milk,” I
say to Adam and set off down the stairs. By the time I get back
they’ve nearly finished reading. I gaze at my husband’s handsome
face, suffused with love as he reads the last couple of pages.

“Then he nibbled a hole in the
cocoon, pushed his way out and...” Adam turns the page. “He was a
beautiful butterfly!”

“Butter-fie,” repeats Jamie.

“Good boy,” I tell him. “That’s
right, butterfly. Here’s your milk, darling.”

He reaches out and takes it
eagerly and has soon finished the beaker. “Mummy,” he says,
reaching out for me as Adam takes the empty cup from him.

“Okay, baby. Here, come to
Mummy.” I lift him out of Adam’s arms and lie him down in bed. “You
be a good boy and get to sleep nice and quick, okay?” He gives a
sleepy nod and Adam and I kiss him goodnight, tucking the covers
around him, looking down at his innocent little face as he cuddles
Doggy. He’s already sucking on one of the toy’s bedraggled-looking
ears. I’ll never get tired of the indescribably touching sight of
my little boy tucked up in his bed.

We walk softly down the stairs
and into the kitchen. “Time for a glass of wine,” I declare. “You
having one too?”

“Go on, as you’ve twisted my
arm.” I select a bottle from the wine rack and open it, pouring two
glasses.

“He’s growing so fast,” I
comment, and take a sip of my drink. “He looks so much bigger now
he’s in a proper bed.”

“Scary, isn’t it?” agrees Adam
as we move into the living room. “You know what we need, don’t
you?”

“What?”

“Another baby. So we can start
all over again with a new one.”

“I just want him to have a
brother or sister to love,” I reply, sitting down on the sofa and
putting down my wine.

Adam looks into my eyes. “Well,
I guess I have my duty to do then,” he says pointedly.

“Ha! Is having sex with your
wife such a chore?”

He puts down his drink and takes
a firm hold on my head. My heart leaps as he pulls me to him and
kisses me hard.

“It’ll never be a chore,” he
promises. “You’re just as beautiful as the day I first set eyes on
you.” And then he’s kissing me again, urgently, our tongues
duelling as he lets his hands roam to my breasts. I feel a thrill
of arousal as he trails kisses from my earlobe down the nape of my
neck and starts to push away the neckline of my top and the lacy
cup of my bra to reveal my nipple. I gasp as I feel him lick and
tease it with his tongue.

“Adam, can we please close the
curtains?” I ask, glancing around nervously.

“If we must,” he grins and
stands, doing as I’ve asked. Then he turns to face me, his grey
eyes dark now and his face serious. “Does this mean what I think it
means?”

I know exactly what Adam’s
talking about. Jamie is in bed so we can’t be too noisy –
particularly in the bedroom, which is near his own room. If we stay
downstairs with the door shut he won’t hear us. We’ll be able to
hear him over the baby monitor if he wakes, but the monitor doesn’t
allow him to hear us, and he can’t get down the stairs past the
safety gate. So there’s no danger that he might walk into the
room.

So if we stay downstairs, we
won’t be disturbed.

We can do whatever we like.

“Yes,” I reply, feeling desire
spread through me.

Adam doesn’t need any further
encouragement. I can see his erection already straining the crotch
of his jeans. “Yes, sir,” he corrects.

“Yes, sir.”

He sits down next to me. “Strip
for me, Justine.” I do as I’m bid, rising from the sofa and
removing first my top and maxi skirt, then my nude holdups, bra and
then knickers. I’m naked to his gaze. “Kneel. And suck me,” he
commands.

Eager to obey, I kneel at his
feet, unfasten his trousers and free his straining erection. First
I take it in my hand, moving up and down on him as I revel in the
feeling of his hardness beneath my fingers. Then, tentatively, I
lean forward and put out my tongue, licking the tip. I’m gratified
by the sharp intake of breath I hear from Adam as I start to
pleasure him. He flexes his hips forward as I take him fully into
my mouth, and I slide him wetly in and out. Flicking my tongue over
the sensitive tip with every movement, I increase the pace and feel
his fingers gripping my hair, meshing into it.

Wetness is forming between my
legs as I feel his shaft thicken inside my mouth and I suck harder,
moving faster with an urgent rhythm as I bring him closer to
climax. And then he comes, releasing the thick salty liquid into
the back of my throat as he groans out my name.

I look up at him from my servile
position on the floor, feeling wanton and aroused.

“Do you have something to say?”
he asks.

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him,
trying not to grin.

“I think you owe me an apology,”
he tells me, putting on a serious look. “You’ve made a mess.”

I glance at his jeans and
realise he’s right, a little of his come is on the crotch of his
jeans.

“Sorry, sir,” I say meekly.

“That’s not good enough,” he
pronounces. “I’m going to have to make sure you don’t do it again.
You need punishment.”

His words send a thrill through
me and no sooner do I start to wonder what he’s got planned, he’s
pulled me up to lie across his lap. His hand starts to caress my
bottom.

“You can count,” he says,
stroking my flesh tenderly with his hand. “Twenty.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply and then I
gasp as his hand hits me squarely on my behind, stinging my skin.
“One.”

He trails his fingers over the
cheeks of my bottom, moving in little circles. Oh, I am getting so
wet now and he’s only just begun my spanking. Then he raises his
hand and gives me the second blow. “Two,” I cry, panting.

Again he alternates pleasure
with pain, stroking the sensitive flesh at the top of my thighs. My
clitoris is throbbing with need but then he moves away his teasing
fingers and strikes me again. “Three!”

Over and over again he
continues, first slapping hard onto my bottom and then stroking and
touching me into a greater and greater state of arousal with his
skilled fingers. As I wait for the final blow I feel him slide two
fingers inside me and I groan with frustration and desire.

Then he removes them and
delivers the final stinging blow. “Twenty,” I pant and he’s
touching me again, rubbing the wetness between my thighs and
sliding his hand forward to tease my throbbing, needy clitoris with
his moist fingers. I moan incoherently at the feeling and then wail
in frustration as he suddenly stops.

“You’ve forgotten something,” he
says, and I twist my head round to look at him. I see a devilish
smile playing on his lips.

“Thank you, sir,” I reply.

“That’s better.” With a deft
movement, he moves me further up the sofa, stands up and then pulls
me suddenly to my knees, positioning me on all fours.

“What shall I do with you now,
Justine?” he asks, postponing the pleasure I crave even longer. Oh,
please, Adam, please, I want you inside me now.

“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Please.
Sir.”

Then he strips off his shirt,
socks, jeans and boxer shorts and kneels behind me, pulling my hips
towards him to meet him. I feel his erection pressing against me
and then he slams hard inside, making me gasp.

Again and again he drives hard
into me, setting a relentless pace right from the start. He’s
gripping my hips hard, controlling my movements as he thrusts
savagely into me, penetrating oh so deeply each time. I feel him
run his fingernails down the curve of my behind. I moan at the
feeling as more delicious pain mingles with the sweet sensation of
his hardness pushing into me, then his hand moves around to rub the
delicate little bud between my legs, still wet from his touch.

“Come, baby,” he urges me. “Come
for me.”

He slams inside me hard once
more and I cry out, my climax suddenly engulfing me. Then I feel
him find his release too and we come together. He moans my name and
stills and I shudder as the pleasure recedes and I’m suddenly
suffused with weariness.

“Uh, Adam, I’ve got to lie
down,” I tell him and he pulls out, letting me slump onto the
sofa.

He’s stroking my hair. “Okay?”
he asks.

“Very okay,” I confirm. It took
me a while before I wanted to go back to the submissive roleplay
that Adam and I enjoyed before Michael’s attack. My bad experience
initially left me unable to face the idea of letting anyone – even
Adam – have control over me. Now, the only difference is that I
refuse to be tied up. That would be too close for comfort; and of
course, the cane has long been consigned to the rubbish tip. But
once I started to heal psychologically, I realised that this side
of our sex life was something I wasn’t willing to give up.

It was difficult for Adam too.
At first, he refused point blank to hurt me. After Michael, he just
couldn’t bear the thought. But initially I persuaded him to
dominate me by giving me orders, and after a while – after our
marriage, in fact - he agreed to return to punishing me. I think it
helped that I had stopped the anti-depressants and the doctors were
all so pleased with my progress.

Then we had another break from
punishment, during my pregnancy. It might not have been unsafe to
indulge in a little mild kinkiness while Jamie was growing in my
tummy, but I didn’t feel comfortable with it; the desire to be hurt
and debased at Adam’s feet just disappeared when I was expecting
the baby. But it wasn’t long after he was born that we went back to
our old ways. And since he was born, our shared love of Jamie has
brought us even closer. Now, whether Adam’s dominating me, or
whether we’re simply enjoying each other’s bodies without a hint of
kinkiness, our lovemaking is better than ever. I’ll never get
enough of my husband. The attraction is just as strong as the first
day we met.

And as Adam strokes my hair and
kisses me tenderly, running his hand down my back to caress my
still-tingling behind, I have a feeling that tonight might be the
night that we’ve created another new life between us. A future
friend for Jamie, and another little being to unite us in love.