He watched her sleep with deep satisfaction on his face. There was a faint damp outline of her recently-used sex, her hair was a tumbled mess, and her naked form was clearly wound tightly in the rumpled sheets. He smiled wickedly when he realized his back no longer hurt. The realization that it was due to the frenzied love-making. He traced her body with a careful hand and sat down in the chair across from the bed. His eyes wandered as he thought over their tangled relationship.
She doted on him in every way: she cleaned, cooked, and she was always begging for him to take her. She never held back her passion with him, and he could never deny her a thing. Frankly, she was a horrible submissive. She could wrap him around her little finger even at her brattiest. He laughed. She was always willing to please him though. Her little body would frustrate him when he would attempt to enter her without foreplay, causing him to realize that she had only had a few lovers. The thought of her tight little honeypot squeezing him made his member twitch. He freed it and stroked it, and watched her with lust in his eyes. He stroked it faster, his mind suddenly realizing that she was not yet completely his.
His thoughts retraced their life together, and he could not recall another human more suited to him. She was willing and insatiable. Her body responded to him in ways he had not known were possible before this. He was accustomed to his ex-wife's coldness. It was no wonder they had no children, as she had never enjoyed sex and would cry if he even asked. His affairs had been many, but the passion always burned out. Then he spotted her in a store buying a dress that would only hide her body. He had admittedly followed her off and on for a few days, and discovered she was incredibly sexual and also alone. He approached her and asked her to coffee, and she had obliged. It took little time for him to have her naked and begging for him to take her. Everything happened so fast that before he knew it they were living together. Now, here they were.
He considered how she looked at him when they were coupling. She gave him everything he could desire, but yet something was missing. There were still barriers and obstacles between them. His mind whirled as he realized she could give him EVERYTHING he had ever desired and more. She had never given herself to him so totally that her entire life was in her hands. He imagined kissing the taught flesh of her stomach and lowering himself to the sweet folds in between her legs and tasting her. He stroked faster as his mind plotted carefully, and a sudden gush of pearly fluids spurted forth. His smile widened until he was almost unable to control himself. Oh yes, she was all his, and she would be more than willing when he was done.
*****
She had wanted to cook him dinner, but he said tonight was too special to cook, and he had instead ordered dinner. They ate and then lounged in the living room, his hands freely cupping the heavy breasts and touching the soft flesh of her body with a renewed lust. She blushed when his fingers traced her slit. He smiled, "Not yet, sweetheart. We should relax for a while."
She sighed in his arms, and he cuddled her close. He could smell her need, and he could sense her agitation that he had not allowed her to have an empty glass of wine. She had never been a drinker, and the small amount had her flushed and slightly tipsy. This was the perfect chance for him to keep her docile and calm while he checked for what he wanted. They cuddled until she fell asleep, and he carried her upstairs, careful not to wake her. Ha lay her across the bed and slid her delicate garments down, spreading her legs wide. He nearly forgot himself as he probed the entrance to her body. His heart raced. She stirred only a little, and he stopped. He almost stopped entirely. What he was doing was wrong. No matter how he convinced himself she would say yes and how he knew she would fight only to give way, he couldn't deny this was not how things were done. He finished, slipped into the bathroom, found what he wanted, and returned to set everything up.
She woke feeling strange. She tried to stretch, and found herself bound by the wrists to their headboard. She giggled softly as he came into view. She notced he was naked and seemed to have been waiting for her to wake.
"What is it, baby?" she asked softly, "Did you take today off?"
He smiled deeply, making his face look sinister, "Yes, I did. As a matter-of-fact, I took the rest of the week to handle business at home."
He hovered over her and suckled a pink nipple aggressively. This elicted a groan and a growl from her. She gave him a disinterested look and rolled a little. He repositioned her, his irritation slightly stoked. She pulled away again, causing him to pin her a little tighter and check the restraints. She gave him a glare of resentment and thrashed again. He roared in anger, forgetting this was a favorite tactic of hers, and grabbed her and crushed her into the bed. His sudden rage came from knowing she was not as serious as him. He took his anger out on the puffy pink nipple; gnawing at it a little as she squealed and struggled. His thoughts were irrational now, his mind bent to his purpose. He ignored her coy tactics as his mind imagined her differently. He struggled to focus on her pleasure now, and mercilessly tugged at her nipples.
She began to moan in pain, and she let out a wail that startled him. Her pink nipples were a deep rose color, almost bruised from his suckling and biting. He had become feral in moments and forgotten she was still very young and very small. He stood and walked to the dresser where he had something waiting. He held it in his hand where she could not see and smiled mischieviously.
"My love, my sweet, my precious pet, my perfect princess, I decided you are none of those things, not yet." Her eyes narrowed. He had never spoken like that before. He always assured her she was perfect! She let out a strangled cry of shock, but he held up a hand before she could protest. "No, my dear, you will be perfect after today. I realized there is something missing, something so important I can't wait for it any longer."
She made a face of pain, "What is it that's missing, you twit?! I have given you me in so many ways! What have I held back?" She gritted her teeth and struggled. He laughed, and she stared in horror at him, "How is this even remotely funny, you great gaping jackass?"
He touched her little toes and tickled her foot and she giggled in spite of herself. "Princess, I have here the one thing that keeps me from asking you to be my wife, the one thing that keeps me from having you to myself. The one, single, solitary, miniscule thing that makes it impossible for me to own you completely. I think it's time we considered how serious this is."
