Some of you may have noticed that Mac and I have been spending more time together of late. That is because this week He told work He was taking some time off. He is going back into the office today to get a head start on the week but for four days we could just do what we wanted to do, instead of doing what we had to do. It was lovely. We spent the time being decadent with each other's love. Being around each other heightened the arousal of both of us and we have hardly kept our hands to ourselves.

Friday He drove me to distraction by pinning me to the wall anytime He was near me. My neck still shows marks of the bruises from His teeth. He would slide His hand up my skirt as He bit my neck and His fingers would tease my throbbing clitoris. He sometimes made me come and other times left me hanging and I didn't know what He was going to do until I was either shaking with frustration or shuddering from orgasm.

There were times He would call me to take care of His erection. Watching television, reading a book, after lunch, gardening, if He felt a desire to come He would call out 'woman!' and my breath would catch, knowing what He wanted. I never disappointed Him.

He went to the gym. I encouraged it because I know that as well as not having enough time for Sarah Mac has really neglected time for Mac as well. He came home reeking of testosterone and sweat and I was weak with desire for Him. He pushed me to my knees and used me like the insatiable slut I am. My face was slapped, my breasts bruised and my throat sore from the brutal way He fucked my mouth. When He came it was hot across my face and tits. He grinned at the very happy with herself little girl smile that I wore. He told me that He is never sure what touches Him the most, that I am so delighted in myself or that I am constantly amazed that I have made Him come.

We showered together and settled out on the back patio with tea and each of us got lost in the books we were reading while soaking up the sunshine. It was just nice to be together.

Saturday I woke in a mood. I don't know what was wrong with me but I was tired and irritable. I was sniping at everything that was said. Mac said that we should go out for lunch and I tried to talk Him out of it but He was adamant that we should go and in the end it was probably a good thing because I was pushing for a fight that neither of us wanted.

We ate at a nice little place with servings the size of houses and Mac was in heaven. After lunch we went to the pub and one of the women we know had been shopping and had brought in donuts. She offered me one and after all I had eaten I didn't know if I could manage it and I asked Mac if I should have one. He told me to eat the hole, it was less fattening and I couldn't just let that pass. I looked at Him with the most serious face I could muster and I said 'Are You saying I am fat?' Silence fell around us as Mac stammered out a 'NO! No no no. No that's not what I said at all.' I was sitting there giving Him a look and Mac reminded Himself that when in a hole, stop digging and I started laughing and our friends started breathing again. I didn't have the donut because I really couldn't have fitted it in and Mac spent the next 20 minutes telling everyone I was avoiding dynasty-bearing hips by not having the donut. He also claimed I would gain 37lbs if I ate it. I counter claimed by telling people He called me fat. People who had just walked in weren't sure what to say to us. It was fun.

As my lunch settled in my tiredness returned and I started to be annoyed by the people around me. I knew I was getting uptight so I got up and walked away before I said something I would have to apologise for. Mac watched me, but let me go, because I had told Him how I was feeling. Jimmy, a guy we barely know, followed me and started up a conversation. I sat myself at the bar just a few feet from Mac and spent the next 20 minutes being rather rude to Jimmy. He talked and talked and talked and I replied every now and then by nodding or saying uh huh, or yeah, or cool. I can't even remember what he said, something about music and Eric Clapton and Chopin I think. I just wanted to be alone but he wasn't getting the hint.

Mac walked up to me and put one hand on my thigh and the other arm around me and kissed my cheek and asked me if I wanted to go home. It felt very possessive. I said that I wanted to go and I excused myself from Jimmy and went back to where Mac had been sitting to grab my jacket. Someone at the table asked me where I was going and Mac answered for me, saying that I was going home with Him. I smiled and said goodbye and we went out to the car.

On the way home Mac asked me what Jimmy had been saying and I told him that I had little clue. I hadn't really been listening. I mentioned that I thought Jimmy got the idea that I wasn't available anyway, to which Mac replied 'Good! He annoyed me.' I asked why and Mac replied that He didn't feel like sharing me with anyone today. I smiled. It is very rare that Mac will allow jealousy to get the better of Him and even rarer that He will act on an impulse like that. I liked it. If He did it all the time it would drive me nuts, but since it was the first time He has reacted that way since we have been together, it was just nice. And surprise surprise, it turned me on. I liked being claimed as His. Mac then said He was going to the gym when we got home and I didn't say a thing. I was highly aroused and annoyed that He was just going to leave.

We arrived at home and I headed upstairs to get changed. Mac followed me and when He grabbed His gym bag out of the cupboard I told Him to have a nice time. He tossed the bag on the floor.

'You will make me come first, woman.'
I looked at Him, stunned.
'Sometimes,' I said, 'You are so arrogant.'
'Shut up,' He growled. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me. 'Feed me your tits.'

He bit them and sucked at them and He thrust at me with His cock. He made me gasp and whimper and He made me taste my own blood. I came and His cock spurted inside me.

Then He held me so close and my muscles loved His cock. He whispered the most beautiful words and I sucked on His tongue until His orgasm finished. He told me He thought I should get some sleep and He tucked me into bed before He left for the gym.

I didn't wake until He was home again and I heard Him moving around downstairs. I put His tee shirt on and took my pillow downstairs, smiling at the stickiness between my thighs. Mac was sitting on the sofa watching a DVD. I tossed my pillow on the sofa and snuggled up next to Him and He played with my hair. Neither of us said a word and I fell back asleep while some war happened on the screen.

Sometimes, the tenderness behind the strength surprises me.

Sometimes, the love behind the arrogance takes my breath away.

I hope I belong to Him forever.