Steve felt his heart flutter in his chest like the death throes of a tiny bird hit by a truck. The bedroom felt like a cold, dark chamber, and the covers of his marriage bed of five years gave him no comfort. He stared into the blackness, still in shock over her words and actions, regardless of how he had seen this night coming. Never before had he felt so utterly abandoned and alone, even though she was still sleeping right next to him in their king-sized bed. Steve had finally peeled himself off of the couch at 2am and climbed in next to her, as she never said where he was sleeping that night and he needed what hollow consolation he could get from his own mattress. He turned his back to her and tried to pass out, even though he felt fit to burst. Just as he closed his eyes, he heard her moan just a little in her sleep.
Steve froze, listening to his the woman who had been his wife. Terri had told him that evening that she was leaving him, that it was over. In some ways, after the way that she had acted for the past months and the blame she cast needlessly on him, the revelation was a relief. But in his heart Steve knew it was so much worse than that - it was a part of his life that was over, and despite how much he loved her, wanted her, needed her, he hated Terri for doing it to him. To them.
She murmured. Steve wondered if Terri was awake, trying to talk to him. When a few seconds passed, he knew it was just her dreams - hers that could go on without him while his had died that day in their house that was no longer theirs. "Bitch," he thought.
Terri laughed in her sleep.
Steve's blood chilled in his veins. Laughter?! Did Terri mock him even in her subconscious fantasies? A thousand different emotions ranging the full spectrum of human love and hate coursed through Steve at that moment, and his heart pounded in what felt like a panic attack or worse. He turned over, trying to see her in the pitch black of the night, but he could barely make out her silhouette against the window much less whether her eyes might truly be open.
Strangely, a want passed through him at that moment; Steve wanted to fuck her, one last time. It had been months since their last coupling, and his body ached for her, but his soul had faded to a black place. He had never taken a woman against her will, as he knew Terri would never allow a last tryst despite her parading in front of him in these last few months of 'marriage'. He tried to justify the desire to grab her and have her then and there; they had often indulged in bondage sex to spice up their love life, and maybe she secretly wanted him to do it, just that once. Just once, then it could really be over.
Steve climbed out of the bed, slipping into the master bathroom. Still mindful of others, even her, he didn't turn on the light in the toilet until he had closed the door behind him. His cock had hardened to a surprisingly hard state, and he dropped his boxer shorts as he sat down and began stroking it. "Maybe if I work one out," he reasoned.
He thought of some of their hotter sexual moments, fantasizing about his favorite times that he had tied her up and used her to their mutual enjoyment, working the separate events into one collage. His hand gripped harder, stroking faster, but he barely felt it. Steve delved deeper into his memories, looking for the times that their role-play sex had bordered on the forced fantasy, the degradation of rape.
Terri's hands had been bound to one bedpost, and he had put her on her knees with her panties pulled aside and her ass out to him as he struck it with his leather flogger and she had begged for more. He had taken the thick, leather-wrapped handle of the flogger and worked it ever so slowly into her pussy, inch by inch, always taking care to do it in a way that he could stop if she protested. But she had been so wet and hungry, and the handle was eventually being worked in and out of her slick channel, fucking her as he spanked her and thrust his damp thumb into her ass. He had pulled the flogger free and whipped her naked back with it as he rode her to climax, shooting his seed onto her reddened backside.
Another time; Terri had been blindfolded, her wrists bound above her head to the top of the bed-frame. Steve had dressed her in gartered lingerie and stockings, and made her kneel down, straddling her vibrator which he had placed buzzing atop one of their large pillow shams. He had ripped open the lacy front of her outfit and rubbed his cock across her hardened nipples. Steve then offered his cock to her, which she greedily sucked as he whipped her ass and took pictures of her beautiful form. The camera caressed the round form her ass, the black thong, the shiny texture of her long black hair, her breasts, glistening with her spittle mixed with his own pre-cum. By the time Steve pulled her shakily to her feet, the pillow was soaking with Terri's desire spurred by the vibrator and oral sex. He pushed her back onto the bed, tearing away the rest of her lingerie as he plunged his cock into her, the wettest she had ever been. He gripped her still-bound hands as he rode her and dripped hot candle wax onto her breasts, marveling at the gasp and protest of pain and pleasure she made each time he did it. The white candle wax spilled onto her plump nipples, looking like the cum of six men. His thrusts had reached their apex and he had quickly straddled Terri's chest. "Open up," he had commanded, and she had, closing her eyes and sticking out her tongue to lap the underside of his shaft and balls as he jerked himself off onto her face and hair.
Steve's tired hand slowed to a lazy stroke. It wasn't working. Nothing could take this new feeling from him and give him peace, he knew. Steve wasn't going to sleep peacefully for a long time coming. But she was in there, so perfectly snoozing that she could dream of her freedom and her disdain for him.
The bathroom door opened, the light openly shining on a pair of boxers left vacant on the floor. Steve stood over their bed, watching Terri sleep. Without taking his eyes off of her, he reached down to the bedpost by her feet, and grabbed the velvet rope they had used so many times in the past to indulge their fantasies, scenarios that were gone forever. He tied it to the posts at the foot of the bed and moved to his own side, opening his nightstand to take out the handcuffs and a rope. He fastened the binding to the cuffs and tied it to the head of his bed. He went back to the nightstand, removed the knife and flogger, and moved to his wife's side.
Terri stirred at last.
The light in the room was feint; just enough to make out her appearance. Chiseled looks, attractive dark features, full curves of a woman in her 30's, and long, jet-black hair accentuated by long lashes. Terri had long since abandoned attractive sleeping gowns or lingerie for cotton PJ's. The comforter was pulled up to her chin, and her eyes fluttered under the lids. Steve's breathing became hard - rasping breaths through his nose as he pondered whether he could really go through with it - wake her, bind her, take her. He feared that his pounding heart would awaken her and she would see him hovering over her with the cuffs in his hand.
And he wouldn't let her argue her way out of this one.
Steve pulled the comforter from her body and gripped her wrists, thankful that she had been sleeping on her back. It made this all the easier. Terri inhaled deeply and began to wake, but he was already fastening the cuffs to her wrists. There was no turning back now.
Her eyes opened, and Terri tried to move her arms. Just as the confusion began to twist her features and she seemed about to speak, Steve straddled her waist, still holding her arms. If his rigid cock and naked body wasn't enough to communicate his intentions, the bondage and the lick he delivered to her throat as he turned Terri's head away should have clued her in. She pulled violently at the cuffs, shaking her head and twisting her body, making a sound of defiance and rage. She tried to wriggle from beneath him, but he held her shoulders and began to suck at her throat and chest. Steve grunted at her, a bestial command that said he was unwavering. Terri said nothing. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction, and that was fine with him; it was too late for her to do anything about it anyway except scream, and she didn't bother with that. All the better.
He bit at Terri's neck and groped her breasts through the thin cotton t-shirt, his fingers feeling for her nipples and pulling at the peaks. Terri bucked and thrashed once more, though they both knew it was useless. She kept her head turned away, but said nothing. So Steve grabbed the long knife he kept with the other toys of their once-passionate days and set it to its former work; slicing her shirt up the middle. Terri's breasts came free and Steve dropped the blade, ripping the fabric away further and attacking her flesh with his lips and teeth. She moaned a little at his rough ministrations, but her eyes remained shut and her convulsions ceased. She seemed to become determined to be a dead lay, but Steve would not be deterred - his want was too great.
