Summary: You failed to find your domme voice on your first try.. but the second time might be the charm.
Dom!husband oc x sub!reader wife. switch! dynamic.
CW: smut, power exchange, soft domme.
Previous
It had been a week since the fiasco.
Your husband had told you that you did well, that you were a natural. But the way you had stiffened when you caught his expression had you shoving everything you bought from that store into the back of the closet.
And yet now, he looked so good.
A simple long-sleeved sweater, tiny house shorts clinging high on his hips, his thick thighs sprawled wide as he typed.
Something innate and feral in you wanted to crawl to him on your knees, lick those thighs until he was gripping your hair and feeding you his thick, long, veiny meat in reward.
That was you. That was how you were wired: to give and serve and never ask in return. And you were lucky, so lucky, to have married someone kind enough never to use that against you.
If anything, he gave more than he took. Maybe too much.
You remembered his face at the store. Later, in your bedroom, when he had looked up at you from his knees. Perhaps he gave so much, never asking for what he needed.
You inhaled steady and dropped your phone.
He was working, laptop balanced precariously on one thigh. He glanced up at your approach, lips curving in a distracted smile before turning back to the keys.
You bent low and snapped the laptop shut.
His breath caught, audible.
You lifted it from his lap. His hands fell away instantly, boneless, limp. When you set it on the table, far from reach, and turned back, he was already watching you. Wide-eyed. Hopeful.
Puppy eyes.
A puddle formed in your chest, but you steeled your spine.
Fingers hooking beneath your house dress, you peeled your panties down your hips, slow and deliberate, never breaking his gaze.
He swallowed hard.
When they dangled from your fingers, you lifted one leg and planted your bare foot in his lap, right over the heavy length stirring under his shorts.
The sound that tore from him was raw, half-groan, half-plea, dragged from somewhere deep.
It washed through you like heat, power and arousal twisting in your veins.
You pressed harder.
His hips jerked under your foot. His hands, big and warm, circled your knee reflexively before you snapped,
āOff.ā
The command cracked like a whip.
He dropped them instantly, knuckles whitening as he gripped the cushions instead, eyes locked on you like a man possessed.
You leaned in, careful not to press too hard. You wanted to play, not crush him.
āYou donāt touch me until I say. Understand?ā
He nodded quickly.
āUse your words, sweetheart.ā Your tone dripped mock-patience.
āYes, maāam.ā Hoarse, reverent.
āGood boy.ā You rewarded him with a soft purr, rubbing your foot against his hardness in lazy circles, tapping him once in silent commendation.
Then you lifted your foot.
He mewled, small and strangled, before clamping his lips shut.
You hid a smile at that, your āshhā floating like a soothing rhyme.
The headrest beside his face dipped under your foot as you raised your dress. Your slick lips glistened in the light. āNow give mama a kiss.ā
He lunged, mouth hot, tongue frantic, feasting like a man starved, fists clawing into the cushions.
Your head fell back, a gasp tearing from you, eyes fluttering white. For a moment, a dangerous moment, you nearly gave in. Nearly surrendered the game and let him finish this for both of you.
But that image of him on his knees, that night, flashed again.
You shoved him back, chest heaving.
āI told you to kiss it. Not do whatever that was.ā
His lips were wet, beard glistening. His eyes begged.
āYouāre a bad boy,ā you said, low and cruel despite the tremor in your thighs. āAnd bad boys deserve punishment. Bedroom. Strip. Now.ā
He rose, shorts wrinkled, tented, a dark wet spot clinging to the tip.
Your tongue darted over your lips before you could stop it, saliva flooding your mouth.
He saw, and for a heartbeat, he hesitated. That same dark urge to take hovered between you, the energy crackling as you held each other's gaze.
Then he left, walking stiffly, shaft bobbing heavily under the fabric.
You downed a shot of liquid courage in the kitchen before following.
He was already naked when you entered, head low, arms behind his back. Trying to be small. Failing.
Adorable.
Your pulse spiked as you opened the closet and dragged out the bag of abandoned gear.
Your gaze lingered on the outfit you had once hoped to wear. Not tonight.
You pushed it aside and reached for the toys.
When you laid them out in front of him, his eyes darkened, shoulders rising, breath hitching, as you picked up each one, weighing it in your palm, watching him watch you.
You trailed a finger over the first toyāa leather paddle, its surface soft and worn from disuse. His eyes tracked the movement like prey cornered by a predator.
āHands,ā you said simply.
He presented them immediately, wrists together, palms up. No hesitation.
Good.
You chose the cuffs instead, sliding the cool leather around one wrist and buckling it. You trailed your hands over his biceps, loving the way they flexed under your palm.
You moved behind him, holding the first hand.
"The second hand," you ordered.
He obeyed, muscles in his chest tightening as his arms shifted.
You cuffed each wrist and buckled them with deliberate care. His breathing hitched at each click of metal. Stepping back, you took a moment to admire the sight of himābroad shoulders, strong arms folded helplessly behind him, beads of precum dripping from his girth.
The paddle was light in your hand, balanced. You tapped it gently against your palm before moving behind him.
āCount,ā you murmured.
The first strike landed sharp against his ass, a satisfying crack that echoed in the room. He grunted, back arching, but held his stance.
āOne,ā he rasped.
The second fell lower, just at the curve of his thigh. He hissed.
āTwo.ā
By the fifth, his voice had gone husky, body trembling with the effort of holding still.
You leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of his ear. āYou like this, donāt you?ā
āYes, maāam.ā His voice broke, needy.
āGood boy.ā Your hand stroked his reddened skin, soothing briefly before striking again. The mix of pain and comfort drew a choked moan from him.
You circled to face him, dragging a single finger down his chest, over his stomach, stopping just above his cock. It twitched violently.
āYouāve been good,ā you said thoughtfully. āDo you think you deserve a reward?ā
āYes,ā he breathed, eyes shining.
āHmm.ā Your finger traced lower, brushing his tip, and his hips jerked involuntarily. You pulled back instantly.
āNo touching,ā you scolded, and he whimpered, soft and pleading.
You tilted your head, considering. āOn your knees.ā
He sank instantly, knees hitting the floor with a dull thud.
You stepped closer, lifting your dress again. āHands behind your back, eyes on me. You get one chance to prove you can behave. One. Understand?ā
āYes, maāam.ā
āGood.ā
You guided his mouth to your heat, fingers threading through his curlsānot to push, but to hold. His tongue darted out, reverent this time, tasting you carefully, waiting for your approval.
āBetter,ā you murmured, hips rocking lightly against his mouth. āMuch better.ā
His moan vibrated through you, sending sparks up your spine. You allowed him a few more obedient licks before tugging him back by the hair.
He licked his lips, catching every drop of you, then swallowed. You leaned down, swiping your tongue across his, tasting yourself on his mouth. His breath came hot against your face.
Turning toward the full-length mirror, you glanced over your shoulder and beckoned.
āCome here.ā
He moved to stand.
āOn your knees.ā
The command punched the air from his lungs. He exhaled sharply, then obeyed, hands clasped behind his back as he crawled to you. For a moment, you almost regretted not using the leash.
Almost.
A giggle escaped you. You were enjoying this far more than youād expected.
When he stopped at your feet, you stooped to kiss his nose. āGood boy.ā
You circled behind him, fingers gliding through his curls before yanking his head back. Lowering your mouth, you traced the shell of his ear with your tongue. He shivered violently beneath you.
āLook at you,ā you purred. āSo big. So beautiful. You like being on your knees, donāt you?ā
He nodded, a tiny sob breaking free.
You kissed his jaw, then slid down behind him, hand curling around his heat.
He trembled, muscles locked as you stroked himāslow, deliberateātelling him how much you were enjoying this.
In the mirror, your eyes met his. You tugged and pulled at him with both hands, teasing his nipples between bites of his shoulder. His head tipped back against you, hips beginning to thrust despite himself.
You allowed him a few desperate movementsāthen tore your hands away and shoved him forward.
He stumbled, tears streaking down his face as apologies spilled from his mouth.
āI told you not to move.ā
āP-pleaseā¦ Iām sorry.ā
A cruel smile curved your lips. His answering whine was broken, the tendons in his neck taut with frustration.
You strolled to the toy box and plucked out a vibrating cock ring. Your teeth caught your lip as you returned, eyes alight with wicked delight.
Without a word, you slipped it onto him and switched it on.
His groan ripped through the air, and pleasure pooled low in your belly. You rubbed your clit, your own wet sounds mingling with his helpless noises as the vibration tore through him.
When his whimpers began to crack, you reached down and turned it off.
Leaning against him, your damp thighs trembling, you whispered hoarsely in his ear, āDo you want to fuck me?ā
He nodded, tears sliding down his cheeks.
āWill you be gentle?ā
He shook his head.
A laugh burst from youālow and dark. āGood.ā
The moment you unfastened the cuffs, the air shifted.
You sank back, watching him rub at his wrists slowly, the muscles in his jaw clenching.
When he finally lifted his eyes to yours, you knew.
You wouldnāt be walking for a week.
He barely gave you a moment before he threw you over his shoulder, stalking toward the bed.
i love whiney boys. whine about not getting attention, about being jealous, about being needy, about how badly you want me, about how you miss me, whateverā i just love whiney pouty boys.
flustering a guy with cleavage is so fun omgā¦like humiliating him secretly and seeing him get all flustered and start stuttering nonsense cause he canāt focus when my cleavage is outā¦..hmmm yess
i love being an evil woman cause lowk anything i wear (un)fortunately has cleavage
if you groan into my ear and tell me iām so warm inside i will wrap my legs around you and not let you pull out until iām positive youāve filled my cunt with enough of your cum to impregnate me
baby boy, you got it all wrong! the fact that iām sucking you off doesnāt mean youāre in charge. youāre not in charge of anythingāat least not inside this room. your pretty cock is in my mouth because itās pleasant for me, because i get wet when i feel it twitch on my tongue. iām doing this because your moans are so sweet as you desperately try to thrust yourself into me, seeking whatever i have to give you. and donāt even try to grab my hair and force me to swallow you deeperāit will only get you punished and restrained. i fucking own you. you only get to cum when i say so.
āplease, untie meā¦ i need to touch you!ā he whines softly.
but you donāt want to be untied, not really, do you? youāre bigger, stronger, you could have stopped this at any given momentā¦ but you let me go through with it. you let me tie your hands to the headboard. you want this torture, puppyā¦ you can always use your safe word, remember? but until then, just relax and let me slowly swirl my tongue around the tip of your pretty cock for the tenth time. let me taste your sweet precum, and please, cry for me some more. :)
I want their hands yanking through my hair, their mouth hot and wet on my neck. I want the heat between us to snap, to break me open until Iām gasping, growling, begging for more. I want nothing between us. just sweat , slick skin, and the mess of need. I need them on me, grinding into me, filling me. I need to feel them clench around my fingers, to taste every desperate sound they make on my tongue. I want to fuck and be fucked.
Hard
Deep
Hungry
I need to be wrecked by them, ruined by this. I need it raw. I need it now.
I think im ovulating so these posts are going to keep cuming
Imagine giving him a handjob for the first time and heās soooo sensitive. Heās trying so hard to stay quiet and not move because heās so embarrassed, but his cock is leaking so much.
And your fist feels so good wrapped around him.
You bring your hand up to his tip and squeeze him a little tighter, and itās completely involuntary how he arches up into your touch and lets out a throaty groan.
And the high points of his cheeks are pink because he canāt believe he just let that sound out, but he canāt stop the whines now because his head feels so light and youāre pumping his cock even faster.
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