Stretching out on the couch, Phoenix idly flicked through the channels on the TV, stopping every so often to watch the antics on the talk shows. She surveyed the room from her vantage point; Rob would be home soon, and he'd be pissed that she'd done nothing all day. He'd specifically told her to clean up the house, and like an unruly child, she hadn't.
Phoenix took one last drag of her cigarette before putting it out, blowing wispy gray rings as she exhaled. That would send him into orbit, Rob hated her smoking, and especially in the house. She smiled wickedly to herself as she heard the gravel outside crunch under the tires of his car.
Let the games begin...
A very tired looking Rob stumbled through the door, dropping his jacket and boots off at the door. He hated his job, factory work; the only thing good about it was that it paid the bills. He was just an employee number there, the only time anyone took notice of him was when shit was running downhill and they needed a short stop. The best part of Rob's day was when the whistle blew and he could leave; leave and come home to Phoenix. Here, he could be the man he really was, not some monkey on a production line.
The acrid smell of cigarette smoke was the first thing that assaulted Rob's senses as he walked into the room. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he snapped.
"What? I'm not doing anything," Phoenix stated, very matter-of-factly.
"You know exactly what the fuck I'm talking about! Jeezuz Phoenix, you know how much I hate that shit in the house!"
"Yeah, so?" Phoenix flashed a quick glance at Rob, as she tossed her head back in defiance. She could tell he was getting pretty agitated. This was working out well.
Impudent little bitch, he thought to himself. Rob looked around the living room; it was a disaster. "Didn't I tell you to clean up a bit today? What's up with you?" Even though he was asking, he already knew the answer. His entire being knew the answer, and quivered in anticipation of what was to come.
"Cause I didn't feel like it." Phoenix took a deep breath as she prepared to deliver the final blow. "Besides, what makes you think you can tell me what to do?"
"Excuse me? I don't think I heard that quite right," growled Rob as he advanced toward her.
Phoenix recoiled on the couch, as though she had some form of invisible escape, her eyes still shining with mischief and rebelliousness, as she looked into his, clouded with anger, amusement, and yes, excitement.
Rob's big hand shot out and grabbed Phoenix roughly by the chin, pulling her away from the couch and onto her feet. "I think you've forgotten just whose fucking house this is bitch," he snarled menacingly into her face. She tried to turn away from him, but his grip on her tightened, the pressure on her jaw just at the point of pain. Still holding her close, the fingers of his other hand trailed through her hair. "I'm really not very happy with you right now, I'd suggest coming up with a way to improve my mood, and soon."
Phoenix knew exactly what he meant, his erection obvious, throbbing against her as he pressed himself to her. "Make me," she hissed at him.
A sharp pain radiated from the back of her head, as her hair was yanked, slamming her to the floor. Rob's hand stayed wound in her hair, forcing her to look up at him as his other hand worked at his jeans. Finally freed of its fabric prison, his thick, muscular cock sprung out, like a cobra looking for prey. Angrily swollen, it searched the air, looking for relief.
Rob slid his free hand over Phoenix's jaw line, coming to rest right at the hinge. Applying slight pressure, it forced her to open her mouth, just a little, but enough. With a rough growl, he thrust himself past her lips and into the sanctuary of her warm mouth.
Serenity washed over Phoenix as she stopped her charade of resisting and started pleasuring her man instead, while gazing up at him in adoration and worship. This was hardly punishment for being a brat, she mused, she liked what was happening. Slowly, unconsciously, her hand slid under her own skirt, her fingers sliding over the wet material barely covering her pussy.
Rob flicked his foot at her, ripping her hand away, and stepped in closer, preventing her from reaching. Her whimpers of distress only made him laugh at her discomfort.
"No, you've been a bad girl, you don't deserve that yet," he said, his voice laced with cruelty.
