Kassie stared at the bright light of her cell phone, casually flipping through social media posts from thirst trap models. She enjoyed the indulgence in the gluttony of sensual images that flashed across her screen. Usually, it turned her on. Who doesn't enjoy the feminine form?
There are so many gorgeous tits, asses, and legs to gawk at. This evening, it made Kassie sad. It was going to be a long weekend. It had been a long week. She wondered if they were just too busy for adult time. Perhaps her attractiveness was so far from the beautiful people on her phone that Cole had lost interest. It made her sad to see all the women she wanted to be, wanted to fuck, and could see Cole fucking.
She listened to sounds in the darkened house. She listed for the boys. Their low murmurs began to fade as Cole finished the bedtime story and got them tucked into bed. His two young sons were in their every-other-weekend bedroom, testing limits and boundaries. However, based on the lack of sound, she was sure that Cole had triumphed in his quest to quiet the house for the night.
Finally.
Kassie sighed slowly, struggling to be okay with another boring domestic night. She needed Cole. His boys needed him more this weekend. She thought to herself that she should be happy with what she had. But she wasn't. One more day left to the weekend, and he would be busy ferrying the boys back to their mom. Then-- the work week and her boss' foolishness.
The darkness of being an adult began to swallow Kassie; her eyes glassed over in melancholy as she looked at women she could never have and places she would never visit. She just wanted to get laid. She wanted to feel something other than dread for her schedule. She wanted Cole. She wanted her girlfriend. She wanted attention.
Cole leaned on the bedroom door frame, letting his shoulder take the burden of his weary, muscled mass. He barely fit in the doorway. His physique seemed more of a burden these days. Muscles are no match to the will of five-year-old fraternal twins. Nor do muscles convince your boss to take you more seriously.
Cole smirked to himself. They do, however, come in handy when manhandling Kassie. He watched her mope, with sighs escaping now and then as she found posts that tweaked her feelings. This will not do, he thought to himself. He snuck to his closet to rummage through his toolbox. He found his flogger with long, soft leather falls. He will fix her problem tonight. Besides, he wanted to make sure she was ready for tomorrow.
Cole walked to the foot of the bed. He stood with his legs slightly apart, his hands balled into fists that rested on the outside of his shorts, his right hand clutching the shaft of the flogger, letting the falls hand down his leg. Kassie ignored him.
"Hey!" Cole spoke in his most resounding, authoritative voice.
Kassie looked over the phone, staring blankly into the shadow of the dark figure at the foot of her bed. Her eyes struggled to adjust from the bright screen to the ambient darkness. She did not notice the flogger hanging. Her mood was self-absorbed in the defeat of not being a model of beauty, at least not in her opinion.
"What?" Her answer was flat, almost uninterested. "I wish I looked like these influencers you follow. My tits and legs will never look like her." She flipped her phone screen towards him to show him the model she had spent the last several moments drooling over and letting the weight and darkness of envy sink into her heart.
Cole's reaction was abrupt. He reached down with his free hand, gripped the bedspread that covered her legs, and jerked hard. The bedspread popped off the bed, knocking her phone out of her hand and sending it cartwheeling to the carpeted floor.
"Hey, asshole!" Kassie's sharp tongue tried to voice annoyance, but the words came out startled.
Her protest did not affect Cole. He tossed the bedspread to the floor, burying the illumination of her phone screen, rendering its poison ineffective. Cole grabbed her ankle and pulled hard, dragging her from her propped pillows to the end of the bed. He moved calmly but with authority. Kassie offered no protests; his strength and confidence sent a jolt of excitement to her heart. She simply stared wild-eyed at him.
Cole looked down at her and admired the way that her full breasts fell free just beneath her full-length nightgown. He liked the way the excitement made Kassie's nipples push through the soft, thin, artificial material of the gown. He loved how the clingy material pronounced the swoop of her hips. His mouth watered. His heart raced. It will be hard for him to stay disciplined.
And she wore this nightgown when his boys were in the house because in her mind, it made her less attractive. Cole smirked. Fuck, was she wrong!
"You are so fucking gorgeous," Cole's tone was low but contained just the slightest hint of an edge, "there is no model anywhere that can satisfy me the way you satisfy me. I want you. Specifically, I want your ass tonight!"
Cole did not give her time to contemplate his words. He pulled on Kassie's leg, lifting her right foot high to raise her hips, and then he pushed her foot toward the left. The torque of his strength forced her to roll over; her face found the darkness of the bed sheets, and her breath pulled hard against the resistance of the mattress. Kassie let out a quiet, vulnerable cry of surprise. Cole reached down and dug his free arm beneath her hips and pulled up, putting her in the position he desired, ass up.
Kassie started to raise her head off of the mattress. Cole quickly reached down, digging his fingers into her hair as he gripped the back of her head and pushed her hard back into the bed.
"You are not going anywhere!" he growled out. "Keep that head down, and don't look back."
Kassie did as instructed. The room fell quiet. She let her mind wander to the possibilities; was his silence disapproval? She thought that surely her ass could not be as amazing to him as the asses she just saw on her phone.
She was wrong.
Cole pushed Kassie's nightgown up along the back of her thighs. He let his hand draw along her warm, soft flesh; he relished how her skin sent tingles of excitement through him, forcing him to catch his breath and rein in his heart. Cole pushed the material past the small of her back, fully exposing her bare ass and pussy to the attentive darkness. He let his free hand rub each ass cheek, watching the muscle and flesh move back and forth in the dance duet with his force.
