Moonlit Surrender
Chapter Three

The scalding water of the bath soothed the ache that had gathered in Lucy's feet from standing all day at the coffee shop. She closed her eyes as she slipped into the tub and did her best to relax. Her eyes drooped closed and she thought she was dreaming when she felt two big hands slip into the water to grasp her breasts. Fingers pinched and gently twisted her sensitive nipples and lips touched her neck. Ben's touch was unmistakable. She felt the softness of her fiancé's clean- shaven cheek and then the playful pinch of his teeth on her earlobe as one of his hands trailed down her belly.

"You're home late," she breathed, opening her eyes to see his mop of dusty blond hair tickling her cheek as he kissed over her shoulder.

"So are you," he answered.

"I fell asleep in class," Lucy admitted. "In the wrong class."

His laugh echoed loudly off of the tiled walls. "I don't know why you don't just quit that damn job, Lu. Let me take care of you, then you can take classes in the day, as many as you want."

"You take care of me enough," she answered softly, unwilling to rehash old arguments. He said she could take classes, but she knew his real plans for her were housewifery and motherhood. Whatever degree she could achieve with all that new free time would quickly be transferred into domestication. Like changing her fashion just to please those around her, she couldn't help but feel that giving in to Ben's wishes was somehow losing herself in someone else's life.

His hand slipped over her smooth mound and down to her pink lips and spread them open. "Why don't you come take care of me then?" He said and grinned against her ear.

"I worked a ten-hour shift covering for some lazy teenager who decided not to show today and then attended three hours of classes. I just want to soak in my bath for a minute."

"Fair enough," he groaned disappointedly, "but since we're keeping score, I've been pulling overtime all week working on this damn Szalkowski lot and the dude's nightmare-of-a-wife. Nothing is ever just right. It's been so long, baby. I could really use the release."

She sighed. "Fine, just give me a minute."

He smiled as he turned her head to kiss her mouth and then left her in peace as he exited to the bedroom.

Reluctantly, she unstopped the drain and watched all the warm water and bubbles circle down until there was nothing left but her naked body and a few stray suds clinging to the porcelain walls. She took her time as she stepped out and wiped herself down with her black fluffy towel, then with a heavy sigh made her way to the door.

She tried to rally herself, but the fact she knew exactly what was going to happen as soon as she entered the bedroom killed every sexual impulse in her body. The thought of his weight crushing her while he asked her every two seconds if she was close wasn't exactly enticing.

She opened the bedroom door and saw him waiting naked on the bed. She squeezed out the last couple droplets of water in her hair, tossed the towel in the hamper and climbed up onto the pillows to assume her designated position. "Would you like it if I rested on my tummy instead? I think it could be fun."

"What have you been up to that you all of a sudden want to try something new? Why change it if it works? Besides, I wouldn't be able to see that pretty face of yours." He smiled as he began to climb on top of her. "You look so good without all that makeup on."

She suppressed an eye roll. "I just think sometimes it's nice to switch things up."

He ended the conversation by pushing himself into her and starting his usual quick pace. Lucy tried not to wince as he entered her just a little too quickly and while she was still dry.

He noticed though and asked, "Do you want me to grab the lube?"

She shook her head. "It's fine. I'll catch up in a minute."

He nodded and then began to fuck her a little faster.

She closed her eyes and tried to focus so she could enjoy herself as well, but her mind wandered. She thought about work and something her manager had said which had ticked her off and a thousand things she should've said back instead of just apologizing. She thought about that weird shimmy her steering wheel in her car suddenly started doing a few days ago and what that could mean. She remembered there was a load of laundry she had forgotten to move to the dryer and then she thought about the worksheets and reading she needed to get done for her next classes. Smoky voice deep as sin. Silver streaked hair.

Lucy moaned and felt her body immediately respond. She grabbed hold of Ben's arms and wrapped her legs tighter around his waist.

Salt and pepper beard.

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Ben sucked in a telltale breath which was quickly followed by a loud grunt and his body seizing up. She looked up and saw his eyes roll back, then felt his release. Her heart sank into her stomach as she realized it was over, just as she was starting to feel something.

Ben slipped out of her with a satisfied hum and stroked her damp hair and kissed her cheek. "You came too, right, babe? I heard you moan."

"Yeah," she lied. "Of course."

"I really needed that." He sighed contentedly and rolled off of her onto his side of the bed and wiggled under the covers. "Remember how wet you used to get when we were teens? You used to soak my blankets." "What does that mean?" she asked defensively.

"I'm just saying, it's kind of nice now how easy it is to just fuck and then go to bed and not have to worry about changing sheets or anything."

"Thank God for my dried-up pussy, right?" she laughed sardonically.

"That's not what I meant, Lu. It's natural for things to change as you get older. We've been together a long time and we're adults now. It's normal for things to be a little calmer. I'm just saying it's nice. I like what we have."

She bit her tongue, resisting the urge to tear into him for his insensitive comment. There was no point in saying anything anymore. It would just hurt his feelings and then restart the same big fight they had already been through a thousand times before, over something she couldn't even properly articulate. All she knew to say was she wanted more, which meant he wasn't enough.

"I'm going to call it a night now," he muttered. "This construction site has been an absolute mess. Nobody knows how to do their fucking job. I'm so exhausted."

She nodded and moved for the bathroom to clean herself up as she listened to him complain about his job as a general contractor and how he single handedly made sure the houses got built and was vastly underpaid. She sighed and quietly scorned herself for not having the courage or words to ask for what she wanted as she wiped herself off. Her sexual frustration couldn't be totally pinned on him when she wouldn't even try to communicate her disappointment to him anymore. As high school sweethearts, when Ben had taken her virginity, there had been an indescribable magic and satisfaction. There had been plenty of orgasms with him as a teenager, but somewhere between then and six years later she just needed more: more touching, more kissing, more ass smacking, more time. How could she be mad at the man who only wanted to settle down with her? She should be content. It wasn't right to demand things he didn't have to give.

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Watching his brother's perfect wife crank out baby after baby and still manage to somehow keep a pristine home and serve up gourmet meals night after night only seemed to press Ben more and more to catch up. The more he heard about his Stepford sister-in-law, the more he convinced himself Lucy could take up that role just as easily and the only thing standing in the way of that dream coming true was her stubborn desire to get a degree he was convinced she didn't even need.

Lucy pulled on an oversized t-shirt she had brought in with her and then tiptoed out to where Ben was already beginning to snore. She knelt down and pulled a photograph box out from under the bed, pushed aside the keepsakes stored inside, and found her glass dildo. She peeked over the bed and saw his still lump buried beneath the mound of covers and heard his deep breathing, then quietly retreated back to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She waited just a moment to make sure her stirring had not woken him, then settled herself on a bath mat on the tiled floor.

He would feel so betrayed if he knew about this secret toy. She started the lie years ago that she had thrown everything out, too satisfied by him to ever need anything else. It would be doubly damning to admit the false truth now, so she kept it hidden away where she was sure he would never replace it.

Alone on the bathroom floor with nothing but the quiet hum of the electricity in the house and Ben's muffled snores in the other room, she quietly slipped the cool glass inside of her and reached her other hand down to rub herself. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.

Broad shoulders towering over me. Suit and tie.

Lucy was shocked to have Professor Wright come to mind so easily again, so clearly without any effort. She didn't fight it though. She continued her rhythm, imagining him tying her up and splaying her on his desk to fuck her. Shimmering gray eyes under arched chestnut eyebrows. Thin lips smirking down at me.

She heard the wet sound of her pussy as she pumped the heavy glass rod in and out of her and felt a proud satisfaction that Ben was wrong about her body. She swallowed her groan and came harder than she had in months. She let out a shaky sigh as she waited for her body to calm and let her head loll back onto the cool wall behind her with a satisfied smile.

Good god. What the hell though? Why him? she thought to herself. Her knees wobbled as she crossed to the sink to clean her toy. "Just a one-time, weird occurrence," she softly assured herself. "This won't happen again."

She tiptoed back into the dark bedroom and hid her toy away again before slipping into the sheets beside Ben. As she curled up with her pillows, she was struck with an odd craving still twisting her stomach, like a song with lyrics long forgotten, but the melody still remained. What was the more she needed?