Today, he returned from another work trip. This time, he had been gone for four days, traveling to another state. I didn't like the place - it looked cold, desolate, and eerie (he had shown me pictures).
Now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His head was tilted back against the sofa, eyes closed. He had only removed his outerwear and was still dressed in a shirt, trousers, and shoes. He looked exhausted.
- «If you want, I can give you a massage. You've spent so much time driving - your back and shoulders must be sore».
- «No need. I just want to drink and relax».
- « I can cook something you like. Are you hungry?»
- « No, no need. I said I just want a drink».
- «Can I help you undress?» - Despair washed over me. I didn't like when he was like this -- distant, cold, almost foreign.
- «I already told you...» - I didn't let him finish. I turned around and left the room. After four days apart, it stung that he preferred alcohol over me. I didn't know how to process the frustration, so headed for the shower.
A hot shower -- the cure for colds, exhaustion, stress, disappointment, and resentment.
I undressed quickly and stepped under the streaming water. Not hot enough. I turned up the temperature until it burned against me skin. Yes, that was what I needed.
I let the scalding water run over my back, shoulders, neck, arms, and belly. When it touched the most sensitive areas of my body, goosebumps spread across my skin. Slowly, the irritation, the hurt, the uncertainty - they all melted away. In their place, something else took root. Determination. Excitement.
«I won't lose to alcohol!»
I turned off the shower and went into the living room. I was completely naked and literally wet from head to toe. When I went to the sofa, I left wet footprints on the floor behind me and water dripping off me. The only part of the body that wasn't dripping was the head. Walking over to the couch, without hesitation, I climbed onto his lap. Turning to face him, I spread my naked and wet body on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hid my face in his neck. The water that was on my body was enough to completely wet the shirt and trousers he was wearing. And also a couch on either side of his hips.
He raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at me. I also had to move away from his neck and look at him. His gaze was cold and unreadable. We stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds, after which he threw a glass with the rest of the whiskey across the room. The glass hit the wall and scattered hundreds of small pieces all over the living room. I didn't take my eyes off his face: «Is he going to hit me now?»
I closed my eyes and lowered my head. I still lost...
He abruptly got up from the couch, while grabbing me with his hands under my hips so that I would not put my bare feet on the floor. I hugged him even tighter and hid my face against his neck again. I love the smell of him... He turned around and headed out of the room. I couldn't see where he was going, and I didn't care. I hung on him like a monkey, hugging him with my arms and legs, and inhaled the scent of his skin. His hands on my buttocks were warm and soft. And his fingers were almost touching my open pussy. It was exciting.
We went into the bathroom. He put me on the washing machine and went out. I heard he was in the living room doing something. He returned quickly. Standing in front of me, he began unbuttoning his shirt. He took it off. He unbuttoned and took off his shoes, trousers, and then pulled off his underwear.
- «You know, - I said, - I don't even have the money to pay for a striptease. And there's no pocket or purse where I can put the money».
He looked at me - naked, sitting on the washing machine and smiling slyly, and said: «You'd better keep quiet. You've already begged for an adventure on your ass. Now don't complain».
I almost thought of something to say to him, but he came over and covered my lips with his. He kissed me deeply, hotly, demanding. I opened my mouth and he stuck his tongue in it. Our tongues caressed each other. He sucked on my tongue, and I tried to grab his tongue with my teeth to annoy him a little more. But I couldn't do it because he was dominating me. And he was the master of the situation right now.
He almost tore his lips away from mine, but I managed to bite his lower lip anyway. I was pleased with myself and now I was sitting on the washing machine and smiling broadly. Without leaving my side, he slapped my buttock with his hand. Startled, my eyes got even bigger and I stared at him.
- «Does Daddy want to play?»
- «What did you just call me?» - I was silent.
- «I'm telling you, say it again».
I didn't understand his reaction, so I decided to go all in. I spread my hips wide, with one hand I spread my labia, and with the other hand I began to make circular movements around my clitoris:
- «Fuck me Daddy, it feel so good».
- «You're so talkative today, baby. Get down on your knees and deserve to be fucked by Daddy».
I got off the washing machine and knelt in front of him. I already stretched out my hands to take his horny cock, but he stopped me:
- «No, Daddy wants complete submission». He took the belt from the bathrobe, hanging on the hanger, and tied my hands behind my back.
