My first story. Inspired by a reawakening of a crush on Tom Hiddleston.
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He'd had a bad day and just needed something to make him feel better. So, when he opened the front door, he was hoping for a more cheerful reply to his arrival, "I'm home!"
"You're late" her deadpan response and chilly side-eye jolted him. They'd talked about this. He said he'd try to wrap up work at a more reasonable hour, but he really preferred to lean into the flows as they hit him. She appreciated his passion for his work and understood that sometimes their schedules just clashed but had begun feeling neglected.
His eyes narrowed and a sharp inhale accompanied his attempt to compose himself. He took a few steps towards the couch where his pouting partner sat refusing to look up and acknowledge him. He paused standing directly behind her still-turned back, his feet touching the back of the couch. As he hovered her heart rate ticked up in anticipation.
She knew he was already irritated, and he knew she was purposely poking at his patience. He leaned forward, his breath falling over her neck as he asked in a low voice "Do you want to try that again?" She shuddered, but her eyes remained fixed on the black screen of the TV in front of her.
He stood back up and swiftly unbuckled his belt. She had to stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upward appreciatively when he held the belt in front of himself and snapped it. "Get up."
She let put a huff and stood up. Walking around the couch but keeping her eyes to the floor. He could sense her ambivalence and was determined to get a rise out of her. He grabbed the back of her neck and jerked her down, so she was bent over the back of the couch. She brought her hands up to grip the edge of the couch in anticipation.
He stood behind her and used his legs to push hers further apart. He took a moment to take in his view: her legs splayed, her ass draped in a pair of silk shorts, her back arched. He lightly trailed the belt up the back of her thigh, across her ass, and down the other thigh. She wiggled impatiently. "Now, now" he chided "until you can learn to behave, we'll be moving at MY pace."
She bit her lip to stifle her urge to argue. She longed for his touch. The feeling of his skin on hers. She was met instead with a sharp crack of his belt meeting the backs of her thighs. She hissed and her nipples hardened as her body tensed. She craved his touch, but it was twice as sweet when it followed the bite of his belt.