You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your bedroom. You wipe your eyes and look around waiting for the fog to lift from your brain. The walls of your room are a pale grey. You see a white dresser with sparkling faux crystal drawer knobs, and a matching armoire against the wall. You roll over to your nightstand to glance at the alarm clock, it's a full hour before it will buzz to wake you up. You catch glimpse of a gleaming thick glass picture frame on the bedside table. The picture is of you dressed in a wedding dress standing next to the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes on.
His tall frame towering over you. His strong arms wrapped around your waist possessively. His brooding dark eyes softened ever so slightly while looking at you, with a smile hinting at his usually firm set lips. His jaw clean shaven with a close precision that only he seemed to wield. His dark hair groomed into submission, like everyone seemed to be in his life. Your husband was the epitome of what you see is what you get. Cool, calm, and steady control rolled off him like the evening tides crashing the stony shores of the Baltic Sea.
As if a spell was broken, your morning fog lifts from your brain and everything comes rushing back to you from the previous night. The surprise visit to your husband's work. His punishment for your disobedience, and Your reward when he got home earlier that morning.
You smirk and roll over to feel a body next to you. You close your eyes briefly inhaling. The woodsy smell of his after shave, fills your senses. You lightly graze your fingertips down his smooth toned body. His tan skin contrasting vastly from your bright pale skin.
The heat radiating off him scorches you and sends electric through your body.
You glide your hands down starting at his broad shoulders. Continuing lower down the strong planes of his back and snaking your hands around his waist. Trailing your hands up his tight toned stomach to his chest, peppered with the same dark hair that dons his head.
He rolls to face you, growling lightly, waking up from your touch. You feel his arms snake around you and pull you further into him, so that your chests are touching. Your nipples instantly hardening. You look up to see his dark hair in an un-usual mess, just covering his chocolate brown eyes. His squared jaw covered in a light stubble. You love mornings because he looks so uncharacteristically unguarded. You smile sweetly and he cocks an eyebrow.
"What, have I told you about waking me before the alarm?" He growls close to your ear.
You giggle and nuzzle into his neck.
"Mm. But you sleep so long now, and I get lonely, waiting to play." You coo.
He chuckles and rolls on top of you.
"I should punish you for misbehaving. You've taken too many liberties lately, Kitten."
He pins your hands above your head. Kissing his way down your neck. He peppers kisses on the top of your breasts.
"Keep your hands above your head. If you move without asking, I will punish you." He says sternly.
You nod.
He continues his path down your chest to your tits. You feel light puffs of his warm breath on your nipples. You force yourself from bucking your hips to meet his. You groan, as you feel him position himself between your hips. Your breath catches at the feeling of his added weight. You love the way he feels on top of you.
He licks his lips, hovering over your nipple. So close that with just a breath you could end your torment and feel his lips on you.
He smirks, relishing in your torment.
"What's wrong kitten?"
You groan and glare at him.
He clicks his tongue.
"Does the cat got your tongue, kitten?"
Before you can respond he flicks his tongue lightly across your nipple. Then nips briefly. You feel every nerve ending snap like a rubber band stretched too thin, it sends waives of pain that quickly turn into a delicious crackle of pleasure. You moan, trying not to melt into him, like you always do. You at least want to put up a little fight. Show him that he doesn't control you. But deep down you know he does. You know you would literally kill to feel those firm lips wrap wickedly around your sensitive rose bud nipples. You love the power he holds over you.
"Please." You cry.
He smirks devilishly.
"Please what, kitten?"
"Please Da-daddy!" You stutter.
"Tell me exactly what you want kitten? My patience is wearing thin."
You lick your lips. Finding the irony in his impatience. You love seeing him so riled up, and tightly bound. Like a tiger pacing in his cage. His brown eyes shining with fierce dominance and lust. You can feel the tension growing around you, raw and dangerous.
His hand comes down hard slapping your right tit, with an ugly crack. Your flawless white skin, instantly marred with red, irritated welt in the shape of his hand. You feel tears well in your eyes from the sharp pain, but you also feel your panties getting wet.
"Please..." you stutter.
He growls slapping your left tit.
You suck in a breath threw your teeth, absorbing another blow.
"Please, make me cum." You cry out.
