(Thank you wifeyjackson for requesting this imagine. It was quite different.) .

Michael and I have been married for 4 years. It seems like a long time, but really it feels like it happened yesterday. We got married when we were 18. Before, you go judging saying we rushed in to it, well you are wrong. Michael, finally asked me out when we were 13 and have been together ever since. So in total we have been together for 9 years, I wouldn't change it for the world. Michael is my soul mate and forever will be.

Michael is so sweet and loving to me. Everything a girl could ever want. He takes me out on sweet romantic dates when we both get free time off of work. Which is once every week and sometimes even two if we get lucky with our schedules. Michael works for his father as a realtor and I work at a beauty salon with my mother. Both family own businesses. I wouldn't say we are rich, but we definitely are far from poor.

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"Good morning, baby." Michael wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

"Good morning, babe." I replied to him while I was stretching out my body.

"Did you sleep good?"

"I slept great actually. How did you sleep?"

"I slept wonderfully. I had the most amazing dream though." Michael said mischievously.

"Hmmm.. what was it about?" I hummed when Michael started caressing my breasts.

"Remember how I caught you yesterday playing with yourself?" Michael completely ignored my question.

"Yes, I do." I nodded my head. 

"Get up, take your clothes off, lay back down." Michael ended up getting off of the bed. "Put your chain on."

"But why? Michael you fucked me last night, isn't that enough?" I whined.

"Didn't I tell you to never question me, mi amor?" Michael arched his sexy brow.

"Yes, sir." I held my head down, getting out of the bed.

I took my clothes off staring at Michael's sexy naked back while wrapping the chain around my neck.

"You have a sexy back to, mi amor." Michael said without turning around to look at me.

What? Did I say that out loud?

We have been together for 9 years, I will never understand, where this dom persona came from. It can be a good thing and it can be a bad thing. Depending on what I do wrong for punishment.

Michael is standing behind me, I can feel his heat warming me, warming me all over. He pulls my hair so it's all hanging down my back, moving it over to the left side of my neck. He runs his nose down my exposed neck, inhaling all the way, then back up to my ear. The muscles in my belly clench, carnal and wanting. Jeez, he's hardly touched me, and I want him.

"You smell so divine, mi amor." Michael whispers as he places a soft kiss beneath my ear.

As a response, I moaned.

"Silence." He breathes. "Don't make a sound."

Pulling at my hair Michael, puts it up in a pony tail and when he pulled it, I was forced against him.

"I am going to chain you now, mi amor. Give me your hands."

I give him my hands and he turns them palms up, and before I know it, he swats the center with a riding crop I hadn't noticed is in his right hand.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels ok, sir."  I answered uncertain.

Michael, grabbed my chin making me look deep into his eyes.

"You know that I would never physically harm you. I aim to please my wife. Come." Michael grabs my elbow and moves me to beneath the grid. He reaches up and takes down some shackles with black leather cuffs.

"We're going to start here, but I want to fuck you standing up. So by the end of this, we will most definitely be over by that wall." Michael points with the riding crop to where the large wooden X is on the wall.

"Put your hands above your head."

I did as Michael asks while, he stands very close as he fastens the cuffs. I'm staring at his chest. His proximity is heavenly. But just for the hell of it he slapped my ass.

He steps back and gazes at me, his expression hooded, salacious, carnal, and I am now helpless. My hands are in the air tied, but just looking at his lovely handsome face, reading his need and longing for me, I can feel the dampness between my legs. He walks slowly round me.

"You look mighty fine trussed up like this, Mi Amor. I love it."

Michael points the end of the riding crop at my navel, leisurely circling it and tantalizing me horribly. At the touch of the leather, I quiver and gasp. He walks round me again, trailing the crop around the middle of my body. Goosebumps covering my whole entire body. On his second circuit, he suddenly flicks the crop, and it hits me underneath my ass against my sex. I cry out in surprise as all my nerve endings stand to attention. I pull against the restraints. The shock runs through me, and it's the sweetest strangest, hedonistic feeling.

"Quiet," he whispers as he walks around me again, the crop slightly higher around the middle of my body. This time when he flicks it against me in the same place, I'm anticipating it. Jesus Christ. My body convulses at the sweet, stinging bite.

As he makes his way around me, he flicks again, this time hitting my nipple, and I throw my head back as my nerve endings sing. He hits the other... a brief, swift and sweet. My nipples harden and elongate from the assault, and I moan loudly, pulling on my leather cuffs.

"Does that feel good?" Michael breathes out loud.

"Yes." I whispered.

He hits me again across the buttocks. The crop stings this time.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, sir." I whimper, dropping my head down.

He comes to a stop... but I can no longer see him. My eyes are closed as I try to absorb the myriad of sensations coursing through my body. Very slowly, he rains small, biting licks of the crop down my belly, heading south. I know where this is leading, and I try and psyche myself up for it, but when he hits my clitoris, I cry out loudly.

"Holy shit, Michael!" I moan out loud.

"Quiet." Michael demands, smacking my ass.

I did not expect this to be like this... I am lost. Lost in a sea of sensation. And suddenly, he's dragging the crop against my sex, down to the entrance of my vagina. Giving it a few hits.

"See how wet you are for this, Mi Amor. Open your eyes and your mouth."

I do as I'm told, completely seduced. He pushes the tip of the crop into my mouth, like a dream. Holy shit.

"See how you taste. Suck. Suck hard, baby."

My mouth closes around the crop as my eyes lock on his. I can taste the rich leather and the saltiness of my arousal. His eyes are blazing. He's in his element.

"You are a sexy little subbie when she listens. Should I reward you?" Michael grabbed on to the chain wrapping it around his hand pulling on it.

I nodded my head because I knew not to answer.

"Very well then. I will not fuck you against the wall." Michael took off the cuffs on my hands.

"Lay down on the bed." I did what he said just for him to tie my wrists against the head board of the bed.

"Do you want to cum? Should I allow you to cum?" Michael asked staring at me while playing with my hard nipples

"Pl-please sir. I am aching so badly right now."

"Is your pretty little pussy aching?" Michael asked bending down taking turns licking and sucking both nipples.

Before I got to answer I felt a smack against my clit which caused my hips to jerk. And he clamped my nipples.

"Yes sir! I am aching down there. Please."

Michael got off of the bed taking his pants off. I looked down at his dick and it was soaked with so much precum.

Michael got back on the bed, quickly flipping me around so that I on my knees, with my hands tied.

Michael slowly entered me from behind, but he had a hold of both the chain that was around my neck pulling on it, and the nipple clamps chain.

"You have such beautiful skin, Mi Amor." He breathes as he bends down and kisses me along my spine, gentle feather-light kisses.

I grip harder round the post and push back against him as he continues his merciless onslaught, again and again, his fingers digging into my hip. My arms are aching, my legs feel uncertain, my scalp is getting sore from his tugging my hair, and I can feel a gathering deep inside me. Oh no, and for the first time, I fear my orgasm, if I cum.. holy shit.

I'll collapse. Michael continues to move roughly against me, in me, his breathing harsh, moaning, groaning. My body is responding, how I feel a quickening. But suddenly, Michael stills, slamming really deep.

"Come on, Mi Amor, give it to me!" Michael groans, and my name on his lips sends me over the edge as I become all body and spiraling sensation and sweet, sweet release, and then completely and utterly mindless. Along with my release Michael released himself deep inside of me.

It was hard for me to just fall down on the bed, so Michael untied me and took everything off of me. When I collapsed, I felt weightless.

Michael came back to bed pulling me in his arms.

"Did you learn your lesson, Mi Amor?" Michael asked while rubbing my back and kissing my forehead.

"You bet I did." I mumbled tiredly.

"Good. I love you, babe."

"I love you, Michael." Was the last thing that I mumbled before I passed out.