Nap Time = Play Time

We are laying in bed on an average Saturday night. I'm not really in the mood for sex after the rough day we had. I rolled over facing my side of the bed with my back towards him, when I feel something rub against my face, then shoulder, then down my arm. It's a rope. Well, I was trying to go to sleep- guess not.

"Sit up."

His booming voice interrupts my thoughts. I immediately obey. A piece of rope gets tied around my wrist, then my arm gets pulled behind me. The other arm gets pulled to my back as well, then they get tied together.

What. Just. Happened? Next thing I know, I'm laying on my back with my hands tied and underneath me.

I try to pull my hands out of the restraints and I can't. They're too tight. A slight fear washes over me. I taunt him.

"You're lucky I cant get out of this, otherwise I would."

He lunges towards me and immediately grabs my underwear and shimmies them down off of me leaving me dressed in just a thin spaghetti strap shirt.

I feel his hand slip between my thighs and immediately start teasing my clit. It doesn't take long for my wetness to ensue.

I feel a thick finger force its way deep in to my tight, wet hole. I moan out in ecstacy. He hisses at me.

"Don't make a sound!"

I tease him.

"What are you gonna do if I'm not quiet?"

Before the sentence completely rolls off my lips, his hand squeezes my ass cheek hard and digs his nails in. I yelp from the pain and immediately feel a hard slap to the other cheek that seems to echo in to eternity.

"I said BE QUIET!"

His words cut like a knife.

Someone's not playing tonight. I guess he means business- he may be able to dominate his strong willed wife after all.

He continues this delicious assault in my wet tunnel and adds another finger. I'm starting to really get in to it as I start to buck my hips towards his hand. A second finger forces its way in and a loud moan escapes my lips. Without missing a beat, he grabs my ass cheek in the same spot and digs in again. Oh, it hurts so good, but I'm able to stifle the noise much better this time.

"You are not allowed to cum without permission."

I don't respond. He fingers me harder and deeper to get my attention.

"Do you hear me pet?" he growls.

"Yes", I whisper.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir." I muster out sheepishly.

A third digit enters and I'm feeling so full. My body is stretching to accommodate these thick members. I feel his fingers hook and they rock back and forth against my g-spot.

My legs are over his shoulders and I start to climb him. He's rubbing my clit at the same time. That oh-so familiar warmth is filling my body, just waiting for a sweet release. I can't take it anymore.

"Can I cum, Sir?" I cry.

"No, you may not", he retorts.

His hand retreats from my body. The fullness I once had is leaving me feeling abandoned. I have a chance to calm down and catch my breath. I'm still so turned on, but still bound and can't do a damn thing about it. As soon as my breathing slows back to normal, the intruders return! He rubs my clit with a ferociousness and starts fingering me like mad. My body tenses up again ready to explode. Just as soon as the words fall off my lips asking to go over the edge, he stills and brings me back down refusing to let me cum. My hips start bucking against his hands wanting to feel that relief it so desperately needs.

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.