Katie’s the one in charge.

She’s the one who runs the house and makes most of the decisions on travel, home, and purchases. I love her fiercely but occasionally I’d like to take the lead.

I dreamed of being in charge. It’s a recurring string of dreams that come to me most weeks. My most common dream is of anchoring her in one place. Making her quiet. Doing what I pleased to her lovely body as she was held there, helpless to her pleasure.

I tethered her to an ornamental wrought-iron railing out by the back garden. It guarded a small patch of sweet peas — when they were actually growing — and allowed me 360-degree access to her luscious body. I bound her ankles to the black iron, setting them wide. I tethered her wrists to the bar right in front of her, centered just under her big tits.

Her mouth was stuffed with a bright red ball gag and her eyes were shiny as she shifted.

“Do you want me to touch you? Yes or no?”

She didn’t even hesitate. She nodded vigorously, her lush hips swaying as she moved them side to side, eager to be touched, stroked, sampled, and fucked.

I ran my hands over her warm skin. The end of summer sun was shining bright on her pale skin. The spattering of caramel-colored freckles on her cheeks and chest winked at me.

I ran my fingers down the deep crevice of her cleavage. I slipped my hands beneath her pillowy breasts and found her cherry-colored nipples. They were already hard, but I stroked them into tighter buds. She breathed heavily against the ball gag, spittle slipping from the corners of her mouth. I imagined removing that ball and slipping my dick into her wet mouth instead.

When her body grew slack from my gentle touch, I pinched. I pinched hard and watched her eyes flare wide. I listened to her groans of pleasure and pain.

“Do you like that, Katie?”

Her eyes slammed shut, a brisk nod from her pretty head. It made her strawberry blonde hair fall around her face.

I squatted in front of the iron fence, lifted one of her tits, and ran my tongue over the halo of flushed flesh that stood out like a pencil eraser.

She said something behind her gag and sighed. I didn’t know what she said. I didn’t care. As long as she didn’t give the safe word, which I could clearly understand around any ball gag, her words were nothing but background noise.

I bit her nipple hard enough to make her jump. Hard enough to make her cunt wet. But not hard enough to hurt her.

She mewled and bucked and rolled her hips. I stood and watched her for a moment. She was writhing there in the bright sun and the slight breeze. I slid my hand into my basketball shorts, grabbed my cock, and gave it a few vigorous tugs while she danced for me, bent slightly over that fence, naked and at my mercy.

“Are we done, love?” I said with enough cruelty to scare her.

She shook her head desperately, moving her ass as if beckoning me.

“Good to know. Just checking.”

Having her silent and willing and needful of me was intoxicating. I jerked my cock a few more times, so tempted to come on her and then let my body reboot and start over. Instead, I dragged it out for both of us. I tucked myself back in my pants and moved around to her side, dragging my fingers along her hips. Her skin galloped at my touch.

I played my fingertip down her ass crack. Going slowly. The slower I went, the crazier she felt. She likes things succinct and well-timed. She appreciates efficiency. I would give her none of that.

I pushed my finger to her asshole and watched her buck.

“You know what to say if you don’t want me to,” I rumbled.

She said nothing. Not a single muffled word. If anything, she backed her ass up just a bit into my hand.

I took that as a go. I spit on my finger and slowly pushed my finger into her ass. I hadn’t given her any pleasure yet. I had no idea if she was wet. The only things I had given her were teasing and anticipation.

Apparently, it was enough.

She made a sound and then I felt her press back even more, allowing my finger to sink into her warm, velvety channel.

I moved it slowly, then nearly withdrew it, then plunged it deep.

Her hips rocked and she stood on her tippy-toes. The sun beat down on us and sweat began to pour. Sweat can be good lubricant.

I let my finger trail down her flank, gathering sweat, and then returned to her ass. This time I pushed two fingers into her ass.

She bucked, mewled, and moved restlessly against her bonds. It was beautiful.

With my fingers buried in her up to the top knuckle, I asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head so vigorously that her hair flew out in a pale cloud. That was a no if I’d ever seen one.

“I let my finger trail down her flank, gathering sweat, and then returned to her ass.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

A vigorous head nod this time. She danced in place as much as the ties around her ankles would allow. She reminded me of a horse, ready to canter.

With my free hand, I reached beneath her, giving her pussy one good stroke. I pushed my finger over her engorged clit and tickled it for a moment. She sighed and arched her back. Then I left her right there, with just that hint of goodness.

“Let’s see if you’re wet,” I said.

She cooed beneath the ball gag. I pushed a finger inside her and felt the rush of warm fluid around my driving digit. She squeezed her internal muscles around my finger and my cock jumped. It tented my shorts. I’d have to do something about that.

I added a second finger to the first and curled them.

She sighed and sagged against the railing a bit.

“I think I should fuck that pussy, Katie,” I said in her ear.

She grunted.

“Do you want me to fuck that pussy, Katie?”

She nodded, her body trembling.

I pulled my fingers free and licked them clean. I walked in front of her and pushed my shorts down. Taking my long, hard rod in my hand, I stroked it, spreading a rush of pre-come over the sensitive tip.

“Do you want this?”

Blue eyes wide, mouth drooling, body shaking, she nodded for me. Giving me a blissfully silent yes. A wonderfully desperate request.

I made sure to jerk it in front of her for a minute, allowing myself to actually get close because looking at her that way made me want to blow. Instead, I let her get nervous that I’d get off and just leave her there. Then I walked around her and put my hand on the small of her back. I pushed so that she’d angle herself. She did it instantly, my own little rag doll.

I ran my cock along her flushed slit. Her body was hot on the outside, hotter on the inside. She tried to push back and get me inside faster, so I pulled back.

I heard her start to cry softly.

I ran my dick along her pussy again. “Are you going to behave this time?”

She made assuring noises and stayed still as I teased her, sliding just the very tip of my cock inside her.

She had no idea that my whole body screamed to grab her hips, yank her back as I drove forward, and fuck her fast and hard, not caring if she came or not. Just wanting to fill her up with my come.

Instead, I inched my way in to make her suffer.

She was trembling. Even her cunt rippled around me, so anticipatory. So ready to be fucked.

“Her shoulders strained from her bonds. She pushed her ripe ass back to meet me.”

Once seated in her, I lost some of my composure. I grabbed her hips and tugged her furiously back every time I slammed into her.

I saw her struggle to keep her balance. She did, going up on tiptoes and then back down.

Her neck was sweaty, and I raked my teeth along its nape. Her cunt quivered around me when I did that, so I did it again.

I fucked her fast and hard and she loved it, slamming back against me, moaning around her gag. She squeezed her pussy tight around me and I felt her right there on the verge.

So I pulled out of her.

Katie cried out, thrashing against her bonds. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, eyes wide, pleading.

“No cheating,” I said. “You let me get you off. No squeezing on purpose. I can feel you, Katie. Your cunt gripping me like that. Will you behave? Will you let me take you there?”

She nodded even as her eyes watered from frustration.

I smoothed my hand along the swell of her ass cheek and gave it a pat. “Good.” Then I gave it a smack before gripping her hips once again and sliding into her as easily as one slides into a warm bath.

She sighed. She moved to take me but didn’t intentionally tighten her internal muscles around me.

I fucked her slowly at first, liking how her pussy moved around me. I’d hit a sweet spot and she’d make a noise and her muscles would jump.

When I found the right place and hit it over and over again, her movements became involuntary. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter around me. I focused on that and on not letting myself come yet.

I wanted to see her gush for me out in the sweet pea patch and the blazing sun.

She was making chanting sounds. Her shoulders strained from her bonds. She pushed her ripe ass back to meet me. I pushed my fingers back in. Her pussy gripped me tighter then, squeezing and squeezing until I knew she was going to come.

I rubbed myself through that membrane of flesh. The feel of my fingers caressing my cock pushed her over. Her pussy blossomed around me, milking me, juices spilling down my thighs. I came with a growl, filling her up, giving it all to her.

After that dream, I usually wake up to silence and my hand on my dick.

I’m good at jerking off quickly and quietly to my silent, bound dream-wife before Katie can wake up and start talking.