He gives me a much harder thrust- deeper than ever and with much vigor. I'm about to just let go and disobey. I don't care anymore- I'll take whatever punishment this brings. My toes curl, my body writhes, and I'm about to cum. Without warning, he yanks his hand from my sweet patch. I feel a tinge of liquid slip out with his fingers and I'm so overwhelmed with emotion. So many close encounters, but not enough to take me over the edge. This is fuckin torture!
He grabs more rope and crosses my ankles over his shoulder, binding them together. My thighs are tightly shut. He positions my knees to my chest and climbs on top. I feel his hard, thick member slipping through my wetness looking for a place to penetrate. He squeezes right in to my pussy and I gasp at the intrusion.
"Quiet, slut!"
He starts to slowly thrust in and out.
"Is that all you've got?" I scoff. "I liked your fingers way better!"
He picked up the pace, then I felt his whole body slamming in to me as he lifted me higher in to this position. He takes me and drills me. My bratty behavior disappears. He's owned me. Finally. He's showing me who's boss and making me take all of his thick, delicious inches.
Over and over and over again he ravages my body. I didn't realize I was getting loud again then I feel his nails dig in to my flesh once again, catching me off guard. I let out a squeal, then he slaps my ass and pounds harder. I'm so out of it that I finally realize he was rubbing my clit and biting my nipples while he was fucking me. So many damn sensations running through me at once. I don't know where to focus. It's such an overload. I NEED a release. My body clinches again and he jumps off and everything stops.
I'm just so out of it. I can't think straight. He climbs off the bed and pulls my bound body to the edge. He shoves 3 fingers back in to my wet snatch. No warming me up this time. I feel so much pressure then I realized he's jackhammering his fingers harder and deeper in to me than ever before. I'm hearing the sucking sound my pussy is making as it fights to not let go every time his fingers get close to the exit. He rubs my clit and continues biting my nipples. The jackhammering continues. I beg and plead one more time.
"Please let me cum, Sir."
"You may."
My body shakes and clenches around his fingers. My orgasm fills the room and I'm speaking incoherently. The high rushes over me and takes over my body. I'm spent.
He slips his fingers out and admires his work. I lay there for what feels like hours trying to wrap my head around this new experience and seeing him in a different light, which has been so desperately needed.
"Can you untie me, please?"
I speak so soft and sweetly that it's almost a whisper.
He does and climbs in to bed and spoons with me. As I lay there enjoying the warmth and safety of his embrace, I begin to process what just happened. Time seems to stand still, yet water continuously flows from both of my eyes. I feel so many emotions it's so hard to understand, but this is what I've wanted for so long. My submissive husband is definitely learning to dominate his bitchy, outspoken wife. This is the feeling of being owned and I loved every second of it. Until next time.
