Marian 3

	The clock in the front hall chimed seven PM.  Marian sat at the dining room table, 
staring at the empty chair across from her, the place set for her missing husband.  He was 
supposed to have been home an hour and half ago, but he had not returned from work in 
the city.  She had waited, then ate dinner alone for the first time in the seven years they 
had been married.  She had cleared her own plate, cleaned all the dishes, and sat back 
down, arms folded across her chest.
	Tuesday night, dressed in jeans and a sweater to take a bit off the slight chill of 
early November, and the tabby was sitting alone instead of curled up with her mate.  For 
the first time in seven years, she had no idea why he wasn’t with her.  Certainly, she was 
worried, but also, she was getting more and more annoyed as the clock continued to 
strike further.
	At eight, she cleared his dishes, and went upstairs to the bedroom, intent on 
giving him a cold welcome when he did make it home.  The clock chimed nine, and 
shortly, she heard the door open and shut.
	“Marian?” she could hear the husky’s voice downstairs as he looked for her.  
“Marian, where are you?”
	She heard footsteps on the stairs, and turned away from the door, pulling the 
covers over her shoulders.  She was still dressed in her jeans, but had lost the sweater in 
favor of the tank top underneath.  She felt him sit on the bed behind her, and felt his paw 
touch her shoulder.
	“Marian?  I’m sorry I’m so late.  The boss asked me to join him for dinner, and I 
couldn’t turn him down.  There was talk of promotions.”
	She sighed, and turned back toward him.  “You owe me, buster.  Four hours of 
worrying over you.  You couldn’t have called me?  Or something?”
	“I passed a downed pole on the way here.  The phone’s dead, hon. I tried.  Now… 
about owing you.  The boss gave me tomorrow off, so…”
	In an instant he was finishing off a startled yelp, and wondering how strong, 
exactly, his mate was.  She had him pinned to the bed, hands on his wrists, and was 
straddling his hips to hold him in place.
	“So you, buddy boy, are mine.  Got it?” she laughed as he nodded, and leaned in 
to bite not too gently under his chin.  The surprised whine that followed that made her 
chuckle again.  She had gotten into this on the submissive side, and had stayed Kenneth’s 
loving wife and sub for many years.  And now she was trying the other side.  She knew if 
she didn’t stay on a roll, her naturally submissive tendencies would assert themselves, 
and this little episode would be over before it started.
	She chuckled and gave another bite under his chin, then tore his shirt off, 
exposing his chest.  The bites continued down his chest, and when she paused, bent 
double over to bite at his stomach, to look up at him, he seemed somewhat shocked at her 
flexibility.  With a wiggle of her hips, she could feel that the sight and sensation had him 
well aroused.
	“Mmm… what’s this, dear?  Turned on?  Now you know damned well that 
naughty boys don’t get any.  But I think I could use some.”  She laughed softly, and 
leaned back on his hips, grinning.  “And you’re going to give me what I desire, right?”
	He nodded, and she climbed off his hips, then sat on the end of the bed, and 
pointed to the floor in front of her.  He obediently knelt there, and she grinned.  “Now 
you’re going to use just your mouth, get my pants loose and down, and give me a good 
cleaning.  Deep inside.”
	She giggled and leaned back as he started to nose at her jeans, working carefully 
at the button and zipper.  With those out of the way, he started the laborious task of 
edging the hip-hugging jeans down bit-by-bit using only his teeth.  Finally, they sagged 
off her thighs, down to her ankles, and he leaned in, pressing his nose to the damp crotch 
of her panties, inhaling deeply of her musky scent.
	She giggled a little, feeling the light rush of air as he inhaled, and the tickling 
spread of warmth as he exhaled.  The firm pressure of his tongue drew slowly up the 
front, and she couldn’t stop the slow lift of her hips as they followed.  She might be in 
charge, sort of, but he was still teasing her.  Just like always.
	After a few more licks, he took a grip on the waistband of her panties, and pulled 
them downward firmly.  It was her turn to sigh, as he quickly went to work, kissing and 
lapping softly at her netherlips.  He hadn’t yet gone deep enough for her, but she wasn’t 
in any hurry either.  It was a slow grind, her hips rolling into his steady licking as she 
leaned further and further back.
      Finally she was laying back, eyes shut, both paws on his head, clawtips scratching 
at his earbases and tugging at his muzzle.  She was purring deep and loud now, and knew 
that she had truly lost control of the situation, but she no longer cared.  After a few 
moments, she realized he had put his hands on her thighs, and was starting to eat her out 
in earnest.  His tongue was diving deeper and deeper inside her, and she squeaked as the 
cold nosepad rubbed against the stiff nub of her clit.
      A chuckle from between her thighs suggested that Kenneth was enjoying the 
game, however it progressed.  The tongue wriggling deep inside her was certainly 
making it difficult to stay annoyed with him.  She giggled again, the euphoria getting to 
her, when he suddenly tried to force the tip of his muzzle into her tunnel.  Her eyes 
widened and she let out a mewling cry, hips rising.  He failed to get his nose inside her, 
but the sensation was still overwhelming.  The second time he tried it, she climaxed, and 
he continued to lap inside her the whole time, until her climax was spent.
      She lay there, panting and purring, as her lover climbed up on the bed beside her, 
and kissed her deeply.  She could taste her own flavor on his lips and tongue, and 
returned the kiss with the somewhat tired passion of a well-spent kitten.  There were 
several moments of this, kissing and snuggling closer together, before she rolled onto her 
side, and slid a paw down his chest, into his slacks, to grasp his still erect member.  From 
the low hiss and shudder that brought, he was still quite turned on.
      “Mm… well, I think you’ve earned some fun.  How would you like me, my 
love?”
      He chuckled, hips thrusting softly into her paw.  “On your paws and knees, sweet 
kitten.  You’ve got me all pent up, and this is going to be rough.  Are you sure?”
      She nodded, then let go of his cock, and rolled onto her paws and knees, then 
giggled again.  “You know I don’t mind if you’re rough, Ken.  I know you’d never hurt 
me.”
      He laughed softly as he tossed his pants across the room, then came up behind 
her, on his knees, and wasted no time.  His tip was placed against her entrance, still quite 
wet from the previous play, and he started to push, using one paw to guide himself into 
her with a low grunt or two.  She just purred deeply, eyes shut, until the thrusting started.  
Within a few moments, he was hammering into her, thrusting hard and fast, and 
obviously enjoying the way she squeezed in response.
      She rocked backward into his thrusts, his hips slapping against her butt in a steady 
rhythm.  She could feel the tension, and knew he was desperate.  He hadn’t tied with her 
yet, his knot slamming into her cuntlips with every thrust.  Then, all of a sudden her 
grabbed her hips and hauled her back, forcing his knot inside her with a bark of triumph.  
Her reply was a mewl of mixed pain and pleasure, the knot stretching her wide open, 
painfully wide for a moment, until she adjusted.  The whole time he made short, hard 
thrusts in her, until he came inside her, his seed flowing in spurts deep within.
      She came again, as well, letting out another cry of pleasure as she spasmed around 
his pulsing shaft.  After those hazy moments of bliss, they both fell sideways, and curled 
up, he inside and around her smaller form.  They lay there, recovering, snuggled happily 
together.
      “Marian?”
      “Hmm?”
      “I’ve been thinking…  Maybe it’s time to… you know.”
      “Time to what, sweety?”
      “Maybe time to think about kids…”
      “You know we can’t… if we could, we would have already.  Tonight, if no other.  
Mmm… going to walk bowlegged tomorrow.”
      “No, I mean… adopting one, since we can’t, together.”
      She snuggled back into his embrace.  “It will be a big change.  No more nights 
like this.  No more days where you tie me up and tease me until I cry.  No more days of 
coming home to me curled up on the table as your dinner.  The stuff in the basement will 
have to be locked up.  Are you sure we’re ready for that?”
      “Not sure… but I think we would make good parents, someday.”
      “Tell you what, love… tomorrow, since you have a day off, we go down to the 
agency and talk it over with one of their counselors.  Deal?”
      He nodded, and nuzzled at her neck a little.  “Deal.”  Moments later, they were 
both happily asleep.

End