Your husband stood behind you while you were setting the table for Sunday dinner. Whispering into your ear. "Remember how you said you'd rather poison yourself than cook for me?" His hand pulling up the hem of your pretty little dress.
"Remember how you said you would rather die than be fucked by me?" His teeth nipping at your neck. "You thought you were so strong then. That you had a will of iron. But I fixed you, didn't I?"
His fingers slipping into your panties. You nod as he slips his fingers into your wetness as you remember. "Honestly I thought it would take three months to break you. But you were an eager little slut in two weeks." Two fingers sliding inside you.
"Thank me for fixing you." You moan as you do. "Tell me that you owe me your life for fixing you." You do as his fingers fuck you, drawing more moans. "Thank me for taking away your desire for freedom." Panting you do, memories of him waterboarding you till you begged to eat his ass. "Tell me that independence is wasted on a stupid little girl like you." Biting your lip doesn't stop the moans as the memories of him tapping your clit with the violet wand when you said something wrong. Like thinking the name your parents gave you was your real name. He was right and you told him you weren't strong enough to be independent.
"Good girl." Even your husband was suprised at how hard you came on his fingers.
