The Reclaiming

Some of you will recognize this story I wrote from the bookcorner...too spicy not to share again

Fucking bitch. Isn’t it enough that they work together? Now she’s on his friend list, liking, hearting and commenting every single one of his pictures. I swear I’m not the jealous type but something about her rubs me the wrong way. The worst? Their back and forth banter. Oh, Javier, your kids are so adorable. Oh, you’re the best father. You and the two kiddos really are a dream team. What a handsome guy you are. Really? She knows I’m married to him, and I am not buying that cute act she puts on. Javier and I have had words about Jessica before. Unfortunately, they work in the same office, side by side. I know he can’t avoid her, but those so called innocent little taps on the arm when I happen to come by for a visit really make my blood boil. Our conversations usually end up in a fight and him telling me that I am overreacting. Taking a deep breath, I log out and close the laptop. I am not getting into the same argument with him again, it’s not worth it. Obviously, he isn’t taking me seriously because he didn’t have to accept her friend request. A few hours later we are on our way to his parent’s house, dropping off the kids for the weekend. They are planning to take them to an amusement park tomorrow and Javier said we should use the opportunity to go out to dinner, just the two of us. Normally, I would love that idea but with my thoughts consumed with this stupid bitch, I really think we should skip it all together. After we arrive, we do our typical small talk while my father in law gets out all of the toys. When I say small talk, Javier is the one doing all of the talking, I’ve kept to myself all day. Once we get in the car, it begins. “Where do you want to eat, Jodie,” he asks and I exhale deeply. “I don’t care,” I reply, looking straight ahead. “What do you mean you don’t care?” “Umm…what is so hard to understand about I don’t care?” “I would like your input.” “You’re the picky one, you know I go with the flow,” I snap and I see his jaw tighten. He stays silent and we continue to drive. I wonder where we are going but I find out really soon that he’s on his way home. Well, I suppose he changed his mind about going out to dinner. Well, I can’t blame him. My attitude is terrible, I wouldn’t enjoy my company right now either. I suppose he will go watch TV and I’ll go into the bedroom to read. As he pulls into the neighborhood I see him looking over at me. “What’s your problem?” “My problem?” I respond and he pulls the car to the side. “Yes, what’s your fucking problem? All god damn day you’ve been such a bitch, barely speaking to me, barely looking at me. What the fuck is it?” “Why did you accept a friend request from Jessica?” “Oh great, here we go again, why do you do this?” “Umm…Oh Javier, you look so handsome? Is that appropriate?” I ask and he sighs. “Didn’t fucking think so, but you respond by hearting the message.” “Ok, I shouldn’t have done that.” “You shouldn’t have added her to your friend list, that’s your first mistake.” “I’ve added everyone I work with.” “No one forces you to, and you know how I feel about her. Every time in the office she openly flirts with you, giggles at everything you say, looks like she’s undressing you with her eyes.” “Stop,” he demands and I continue rambling, throwing every single memory at him. “I said stop!” Well, that tone was definitely different. He means it. I decide to keep my mouth shut since I’m overstepping. He doesn’t say another word and opens the garage with the opener. Parking the car, he presses the button to close the garage door and turns off the car. “Get out of the car and kneel,” he growls and I look at him, eyes widened. “Now!” Opening my car door, I walk around to the open space, getting down on my knees. A little backstory. Javier is my Dom, making me his sub. We haven’t been practicing the lifestyle for the last year because…well, we got worn out and said we needed a break. We did agree we would have a talk down the road if either one of us would want to start again so I can’t believe he is doing this right now. As he steps out of the car, he slams the door, hard, and my eyes peer down to my thighs. “Do you think your tone was appropriate?” “No, Sir,” I say, instinctively. “How many conversations have we had about jealousy?” “Many, Sir.” “And yet, you continue this madness, over and over again,” he explains, placing his fingers under my chin and lifting it up so our eyes meet. “You’re right. I behaved inappropriately by approving her friend request and hearing some of the comments. Maybe I haven’t given you what you need, what you desire. You should never ever have to question my loyalty to you and from this day on, it stops.” “Yes, Sir,” I say, feeling myself choke up a bit. “Stand,” he demands and I rise to my feet. He unhooks the buckle of his belt and I can feel my pulse quicken in excitement. Pulling it out of the loops, he holds it in his right hand as his left grips the top seam of my tank top, ripping it off me entirely, leaving me there in my bra and jean shorts. “If you want to save the shorts you better remove them now,” he says, tossing my torn shirt on the garage floor. “Yes, Sir,” I say, quickly pulling them off without even undoing them. “Oh, you little slut,” he remarks. “Where the fuck are your panties?” “I wasn’t wearing any, Sir,” I say and his eyes widen. “All day?” “All day, Sir,” I reply, biting my lip. Leaving me standing only in my bra he walks over to a shelf, grabbing some rope, and setting down his belt. Instructing me to turn around he grabs my wrists and pulls them behind my back, tying them together, tightly. Then he walks away again and I hear a clink sound but I dare not turn around. Walking in front of me I see he is holding the large garden sheers and starts snipping through my bra until it falls to the ground. Well, there go $65. Retrieving the belt, he tells me to kneel down again, facing away from him. Then I feel the first sting, fuck, I forgot about the pain. He continues to strike my ass, a little harder each time and I try my best not to cry out. After the last strike, I hear the noise of his zipper and within seconds he has the belt around my neck. Leaning down close to my ear he starts to whisper. “Jodie, it’s been too long since I’ve claimed you like this, shown you who is in charge. I am going to fuck you so hard that every time you walk into my office and you look at that bitches face you will just smile, knowing exactly that we belong to one another and no one can come in between. Let this be a reminder.” “Yes, S-“ I can’t even finish my sentence and he thrust into me, pushing my upper body down onto the cold floor. His left hand is on the rope that is around my wrists, pushing to make sure I don’t move and his right hand is still holding the belt. He pounds into me mercilessly, calling me his whore, his slut and his queen. I don’t even know how many times I have come and at this point between him fucking me and the swats on the ass. I am not holding back my screams and his groans have become so raw, so primal. He continues to fuck me until he suddenly withdraws, flipping me over so that I am laying on my wrists. Then I see him masturbating over me, positioned to come all over my breasts. “Jodie, spread your legs, I want to see what’s mine,” he instructs and I part my legs, just as he wants. Honestly, the sight of him pleasuring himself, looking at my naked body is brining on another orgasm in me and I begin to moan. “Fuck yeah, babe. Don’t hold back,” he groans, his hand moving faster and faster until the sound of his hand moving fills the garage. “Open your fucking mouth.” As soon as I do he comes, partially filling my mouth, continuing down my neck to the top of my breasts. After pumping out every last drop he catches his breath, lying down on the ground next to me, pulling me close to him. “Fuck babe, I think that is just what we needed,” he pants. “You’re right,” I begin, a bead of sweat running down my face. “I’m sor-“ “No, don’t apologize. Today things will change. We will find our way back into the lifestyle on our terms. Also, our social media accounts will be gone and since you aren’t working, I expect to see you in my office three times a week to bring me lunch. You will walk in full of confidence, remembering just what I did to you the night before, or that morning. That confidence will mark your territory because remember, you aren’t just a queen, you are my queen.”