Jacob came home at 5:25pm, as he did almost every day. It was Friday, so Ava knew to be ready. She heard him pull into the drive and she got into place. Jacob lingered in the car to finish the song that was playing. He liked to make himself hard to help him lock into character. He was in his late twenties and in the best shape of his life. He had always been athletic, but the recent addition of swimming to his workout regimen caused his body to really stand out. He had thick brown hair and piercing blue eyes. As the song finished and he became hard, Jacob took the keys out and opened his door.
Ava heard it shut. She had meticulously cleaned the house earlier in the day, and had dinner in the oven that would take an hour or so to cook. She had dimmed the lights just slightly, neatly arranged the usual toys, and put on soft ambient music. Such was her Friday routine every Friday for the past two months. Ava had recently opened up to Jacob about wanting him to be more dominant. Their sex had been great, but she always had a deep desire to be owned by her husband of two years. He was happy to oblige.
She knelt there in the exact center of the living room, perfectly aligned with the front door of their home so he, and whoever else might be walking on the sidewalk, would see her flawless, naked body when he opened the door. She had a lean figure with enormous, natural E cup breasts that hung perfectly off her chest. Her nearly black hair was pulled behind in a ponytail, exposing her light green eyes and fair skin. Her legs were spread, as he demanded, with her hands resting on her thighs, waiting for his orders. She hadn't been allowed to cum in five days, and the afternoon spent fantasizing about what he would do to her had her nipples erect and her freshly shaved pussy showing a hint of wetness. As much as she wanted to cheat and masturbate while he was gone, the sexual frustration of denial combined with the desire to obey him made abstaining so much more rewarding. As she heard the turning of the doorknob, she snapped out of her daydream and focused on his entrance.
Jacob stared at her as he stepped in, always leaving the door open a few seconds longer than necessary. He shut it and locked it, and slowly walked towards her, letting his deliberate footsteps on the entryway tile build her anticipation. He crossed onto the carpet of the living room and stopped right in front of her so that all she could see was his erection showing through his fitted khaki pants. Oh, how she loved that cock. He quickly bent down and jerked her head back by the base of her ponytail. Speaking sternly, right in her face, he asked "Do you want this cock, slut?"
Before she could answer, he slapped her and pulled her head into his crotch. "Do you?" he asked more irritated due to the delay in her response. "Yes, sir!" she replied, her voice completely muffled by his pants.
"Then show me. Get back into position one," he told her. Grabbing her threw Ava off balance, so she quickly resumed the position she had been in when he arrived. Jacob tore off his belt and folded it in half, slapping her face with it before tossing it on the table next to the toys. He undid his button and zipper. She could see a small, dark circle where his precum had accumulated on his underwear, which made her bite her lip. He pulled his pants and underwear down, letting his cock spring out, bouncing once before the head landed on the tip of her nose. Staring at it made her temporarily go cross-eyed. She waited for his command like an obedient labrador waiting for permission to get the treat from off of its nose.
"Suck me."
She immediately took him into her mouth and bobbed against his shaft. His thickness was just enough to stretch her mouth but not prohibit her from taking him all in. He was so hard right now and she loved the feeling of his head rubbing against the roof of her mouth. His cock was smooth, despite it being hard, and warm. She sucked him sloppily, as he liked, making sure to coat all eight inches of him with her spit. Ava wished she could use her hands to cup his balls or grab his ass, but it was strictly forbidden in position one, and all she could do was slide her mouth up and down against his dick until he felt like taking her.
"That's right slut, suck my cock. Tighter," he ordered as he stealthily grabbed a long riding crop from the table. Holding it in his right hand, he tapped it against her pussy lips. Though relatively gentle, the stiffness of the crop stung slightly, but its touch always made her drip. The tap, tap, tap against her clit as she sucked him made her go crazy, and she wanted to bring her hand down to finish herself off, knowing she would never be able to cum from its tapping alone. After five days, she was dying to have an orgasm and began going down on him more intensely, hoping he would grant her a release if she did a good job.
Jacob loved how turned on his wife got from being slutty. He knew all of her bodily tells, and knew she wanted to cum as soon as possible. As she had learned by this point, every time he could tell she wanted it, he was that much more determined to deny her. As good as she was at giving head, he could last a long time, and tonight he was going to.
"Give me your throat!" he said as he pulled out and gave her face another slap. That was her cue to lean back slightly and relax her throat. "Yes, sir."
He stepped forward, placed a foot on either side of her legs, and brought his hands to the back of her head, his cock resting against her left cheek. "What are you?" he asked forcefully.
"I'm a slut."
"Wrong," he said as he shoved his cock onto her face, rubbing his slick shaft all over her nose and eyes and forehead, "you're a
fucking
slut. What are you?"
"I'm a fucking slut!"
"Do you want me to throat fuck you?"
"Yes sir, please throat fuck me."
"Beg for it," he ordered while slapping his dick on her lips.
"Please fuck my slut mouth, sir! I just want to be used by your fucking cock until you cum all over my face. Please let me take you!"
"Okay," he said as he immediately forced his cock into the back of her throat. With his hands leveraged behind her head, he repeatedly slammed her face to the base of his shaft causing her to gag each time she hit bottom. She had been trained to take him deep and to hold her breath for a long time. Every fifteen seconds or so he would stop just long enough for her to take a single breath before ravaging her again.