Rose�s favorite place to hang out in their house was their library. Grey�s father had been a collector and there were many old volumes to be found on its shelves. Between the two of them they had four college and graduate degrees, so there were a lot of books. The couple spent quite a lot of time shopping for volumes in bookstores, used shops, online. So yes, they had an abundance of books.
Grey had built shelves that went floor to ceiling, there were no windows, only books. In the middle of the library was a simple table, with a chair on either side where they could spend hours reading and talking. There was an easy chair in one corner next to a shelf with children�s books. Here Grey and Rose read to Rose�s girls. Grey was particularly fond of his quiet moments with the girls. Although he was a step dad, he loved them dearly.
But today there were no girls around and Rose had shed her clothing in the heat of the afternoon to explore her Daddy�s collection. Grey was away for most of the day and Rose had a chance to put off some cleaning chores to do her favorite thing, next to doing Grey, she had a chance to read. She sat in the easy chair, one leg over the left arm of the chair, her hand absent-mindedly fondling the stubble between her thighs. It was past time for a shave, but that was Grey�s job, and caring for Rose�s most intimate parts was his great pleasure as well.
She was just turning the page on a biography of Tina Modotti, when she heard a familiar voice.
�This is how you vacuum?� Questioned Grey from the library�s door way.
She looked up from her book, feigning disinterest and said, �No it is how I read one of your books.�
Grey walked over to stand in front of her. She immediately brought her legs together and hid herself.
Not so fast, the least you can do is let me inspect you,� said Grey tapping her knees apart. He looked down at her lovely thighs, they seemed to arc from her knees and come into the source of so much pleasure between. Her vaginal lips remained gently closed, plump and waiting for his touch. Grey ran the back of his fingers over the mouth of her vagina first, then pulled at the skin of her upper thighs to get a good luck. He tugged at particularly long stubble in the fold of her upper left thigh.
�Not only have you let the dust collect, I see you�ve allowed your hair to grow.�
�Hmmm,� she mumbled, �I believe that is your job.�
Rose was teasing and got the hoped for reaction. Grey slapped the right side of her butt.
�You brat. I can�t exactly do my job if you don�t tell me you need a trim. I�d suggest you put that book back and prepare yourself for an busy hour or so.�
�Yum.�
You may not be saying that when I�m done,� he retorted with a smile.
Yes Daddy. What do you require of me?�
�That�s more like it baby. First get your ass up and assume the position on the table.�
Rose felt herself warming and moistening as she got up from the old chair and without a word, spread her arms out and leaned against the table.
�Spread those legs baby,� said Grey, slapping her inner thighs till she was spread about as far as she could go in this position. Grey stepped back to admire his lovely bride, open and exposed to him. Fully compliant and ready for what was coming. Rose felt her passion deepen. She loved being in his control. She loved trusting him to do his bidding with her body. At this moment, her flesh, her hair, her mouth, her soul really were his. In a moment she had gone from woman of leisure to a possession and she loved the protected, loving feeling that was arising from her exposed vagina to her chest. She breathed in and felt her body relax and warm to what was to come.
Grey admired the rounded white cheeks that now opened before him waiting his touch. He grabbed both hard, making them redden. Then he rubbed away the redness and allowed the skin of his hand to feel the warming flesh that was his wife�s butt. It was a touch he never grew tired of. In fact, if anything, his passion for this woman�s body grew with every playful moment like this. He continued to massage her cheeks until Rose began to coo.
�Daddy, are you just going to play with me. I want more.�
Grey responded with a stinging slap to her right butt cheek. Saying, �I�ll decide when you get more young lady. Do you need training today?�
�No Daddy. I don�t, take your time, do what you please with me.�
Grey responded with several light spanks on both cheeks, pinking them up. Then laying his hand on her right cheek to feel the warmth. He gave her several harder hand spanks, till both cheeks were red. He bent over now to lay his cheek on her butt, and feel the warmth he had created. He kissed both sides of her red bottom and then gave her the hardest spanks yet, one for each cheek. He stepped back to watch the now red cheeks slowly lose their color. Grey knew how to make this last for a long time. He knew Rose�s arms would be growing tired by now. He slapped her bottom hard till they were bright red once again.
�Now baby let�s rest your arms, sit on the easy chair.�
�Daddy, that chair is rough.�
"You didn�t seem to mind when you were reading.�
�Yeah, but my bottom was on fire like it is now.�
�That would be the idea. Now sit!�
Rose jumped a little at this sudden shout from her lover and did as he asked. Trying to sit gently on the rough fibers of the easy chair. Grey pulled her legs up and then forward to rub her sore flesh on the fibers. Rose felt like a wire brush was being applied to her bottom and she yelped.
�Now lean back and lift up your knees.�
She complied without comment, spreading her opening before Grey. He could see she was wet with desire. He was driven mad with wanting her and getting on his knees, hungrily licked their clit, sucking on it and biting his lady�s vaginal lips. Rose began to sigh and then pant. Groaning out loud and asking for more.
�Daddy, don�t stop, suck on her hard.� They always referred to rose�s clit as theirs or simply her. It was a sign of Grey�s ownership, especially of his control of her pleasure.
�Don�t tell me how to do this! For that, I will stop.�
