You'd come up with the thought all on your own...
Your husband was staring at you as if you'd just pulled your eyeball out of the socket and tossed it to him.
"You want me to do what?" His eyes were blown wide behind his half-frame glasses.
"I want you to break my brain, y'know, fuck me till I can't think," You said with a giggle. Your husband's eyebrows pushed together as his chin dropped toward his chest. "Come on, Ten, it could be fun," you said with a wink.
Tenya gulped, his eyes flashing down to the smooth skin of your thighs before catching your eyes again. You had interrupted him while he was in his study. The straight-laced hero had a habit of bringing his work home with him. You loathed the fact that he'd spend hours huddled up in his study doing paperwork, even on his days off. Deciding to take matters into your own hands on this day in particular, you decided to pay your husband a visit.
Now, you had hopped up on his dark wood desk, legs crossed in the shortest skirt you owned. Tenya had no recollection of purchasing it; he would've remembered it from the little fashion shows you liked to put on after a shopping spree. It was your way of softening the blow. After all, the last thing on your husband's mind after one of your modeling performances is the credit card statement.
"Darling, what has gotten into you?" He leaned forward, placing his hands on the outside of either of your thighs. Effectively caging you in, and allowing his spicy vanilla scent to enfiltate you senses.
"I just wanna turn my brain off for a while, Tenya," you said, jutting out your bottom lip. "Can you help me with that?"
The look in your eye was driving him crazy. His dick was already twitching to life in his slacks. Tenya always took care of you, kept you satisfied like a good husband should. The only thing missing was excitement. Every time you had sex, it was the same: turn out the lights, fluff the pillows. Like a choreographed dance. You are craving excitement, even if you had to play a little dirty to get it.
"Do you really think this is appropriate?" He warned, cocking a sharp eyebrow at you. You didn't answer immediately, taking longer than needed to cross and uncross your legs.
Tenya caught on to the fact that you weren't wearing any underwear. He glinted up at your face through dark denim eyes. You could tell from the strained creases filling in the space between his brows and the sizable lump in his pants that his resolve was slipping. So you pulled out the big guns, crawling into his lap and straddling his thighs.
"Please, baby," you whined into the shell of his ear, dragging your bare heat over his crotch.
Your husband's hands shot to your waist with a bruising grip to still your movements. "You are my wife," he grunted. "I've treated you with nothing but respect over the course of our relationship." He looked at you with steel in his eyes. "Yet you prefer I treat you like some sort of whore, is that right?" He'd shifted beneath you, pressing his now throbbing dick against your leaky center.
Using his grip on your hips, he gently rocked you back and forth on his lap, causing your eyes to flutter closed. Chasing more friction, you attempted to grind yourself harder on him. Tenya sucked his teeth in response, acquiescing to your requests and pressing your hips harder into him.
" Tenya, please," you groaned into the crook of his neck. Your hands fly up to crease his perfectly pressed dress shirt. Another one of those things that would drive him up a wall if it weren't you.
The utterly distraught tone of your voice, coupled with the way your hips seemed to be rebelling against his grasp, would come to push your sweet, kind, respectable husband over the edge. With your body pressed so tightly to his, slick pooling in his lap. And if what you wanted was to be disgraciously defiled, then he would give you exactly that.
"Ask me again, my love," he said, placing a large, heavy hand in the small of your back.
"Hmmm," You whine, pulling back to gaze up at him with the prettiest pout he'd ever seen.
Tenya almost slipped, almost.
"Tell me what you need one more time, my dear." Everything about the way he was looking at you read as a call to contest. His eyelids were low, the corners of his mouth downturned, while his brows raised.
He was testing your resolve. His pretty little wife, spoiled rotten to the point that no request was too large. Even if it went against everything her husband stood for. Even if he'd been secretly holding out hope that one day you would come to him and speak like this. Tenya wanted to be certain before he let his mask slip, before he gave you everything you didn't know you were asking for. He'd never let you think again, if you said the right words.
You were out of sorts, taken aback by his reaction. Tenya never challenged you; he always rolled over. Always gave in to whatever request you had, no matter how extravagant or extreme. The current look of provocation on his face appealed to your insistent nature; if this was his way of telling you no, it wasn't going to work. You knew how to appeal to his better nature after all, you knew Tenya had a dark side, you just needed to bring it out of him.
"I want you to fuck me senseless." Your daring gaze met his challenging one. "I want you to use that fat dick of yours to knock every single thought out of my head. I want you to ruin me, Tenya."
You felt him throb beneath you, but you had no idea what you'd just done.
One of his hands, the one that still resided on your waist, moved to fan out over your chest, pushing you back until your spine met the edge of the desk. Not with force, just control. The same hand snaked up your chest, stopping to take hold of your throat. To anchor back down to Earth.
"My sweet wife, I had no idea you could be so demanding." His words came out in a rasp that sent a wave that sent the electric sensation of pleasure right to your cunt, like a zap! Causing you to clench around what you wished was there, the ghost of him.
As if he were answering your prayers, he brought an experimental thumb down to swipe over your swollen clit. Like thin glass breaking, a jagged, stressed moan fell from your mouth. A sound Tenya had never heard and that you didn't know you could make. He could feel the relief, and it was like music to his ears. You really did want this.
He repeated his movements, getting lost in the sounds of your needy cries when Tenya got too excited, his hips twitched on their own. You responded with a nasty roll of your own, your body begging for more. As a good husband would, Tenya obeyed, giving a little more pressure with the pad of his thumb. Not enough to send you over the edge you'd been gently teetering on all day, but enough to make your back arch and tears well in your eyes.
"It seems like you're already a bit broken. You marched in here like you had a challenge for me." He'd found a neat little rhythm of rubbing tight circles into you, keeping you right where he wanted you and refusing to budge. He'd taken up a rather condescending tone, watching you begin to fall into ruin.
At some point in your relationship, Tenya felt himself slipping. It all began innocently with the riches, the spoils, the lavish lifestyle; it was all a means to keep you smiling. Somewhere along the way, the purpose became twofold. You didn't mind that he'd installed internal security cameras. It came with a diamond tennis bracelet. When he showed up to surprise you on a few occasions while you were out shopping, you thought it was sweet. There was that time your phone died, and he couldn't get in touch with you for a few hours, and you had a personal security detail anytime you left the house from that day forward. He was protecting you.
It was all warranted, he told himself. Necessary because you were his, and he had a duty to protect what was his. And thisβ you, begging for his touch, his ruin, this is his reward.
"So wet, I could justβ" he began, two of his girthy fingers finding your entrance and sinking in with minimal resistance. The bow in your spine deepened, mouth falling into a silent scream as your eyes twitched and fluttered shut.
"Can you undress for me, baby?" His fingers curled inside you, expertly finding that sweet spot that had you sputtering in response.
Your fingers, once hastily spread over the long forgotten reports, strone over the cherry wood grain, now fumbled with the buttons of your blouse. Shakily undoing the powder blue material and letting it fall open. A satisfied smile spread across Tenya's face. He loved it when you cosplayed as a secretary. You all dressed up in your tight blouses and stockings, which only added to his delusions.
No bra, perfect, you were really letting that Breast Augmentation you begged for do the talking. His hand left your throat to gingerly fondle your chest and roll over your hardened nipples. At the same time, he continued pumping his calloused fingers in and out of you.
"Such a good girl, letting me do whatever I want, " he cooed. "Just like I knew you would."
You were riding so high on the praise that the second part was lost on you. Hips bucking into his hand as breathy, strained moans passed through your lips. The steamy coil residing in your lower belly threatened to snap. Tenya tried to focus all his attention on you, but he himself drifted off, wondering what could have sparked this idea from you.
This was the first time he'd ever heard you speak that way, and while he adored the way those words sounded coming out of your mouth, he knew that wasn't a seed that he'd sewn himself. He then began to think of possible suspects: the landscaper, the pool boy, or perhaps your tennis coach, maybe. All other suspicious candidates had been eliminated, due to your husband's gentle guidance. Tenya had become so lost in thought that his movement between your legs had slowed to nearly a halt. A wake-up call came in the sound of a pleading whine from you.
As your vision came back into focus, a worrying look crossed your husband's face. His eyes had glossed over, and you could see the click of his jaw. A shiver ran down your shoulders. Tenya had never looked at you with anything other than admiration, his darling, his angel, his wife, his everything.
His fingers curled meanly inside you as he picked up at a feverish pace, and his free hand came back up to take firm hold of your neck. You gasped in response, eyes snapping shut and back bowing away from the edge of the desk.
"Look at me," his voice barely above a mumble, but stern to the point that you obliged without a second thought. Your eyes shot up to meet his, only to find the glare of lenses shielding his dark blue gaze. His hand moved up to take hold of his jaw and draw your face closer to his. The slight change in angle made it easy for Tenya to work his middle and index finger knuckle deep in your slippery cunt while his thumb found its way into circling your clit.
Your hips bucked and thrashed as you fought to hold his stare. Strangled mewls and moans slipped past your clenched teeth. Your husband's demeanor remained calm; it always did. He watched your face screw and twist as you approached your sweet peak. Tenya knew just the thing that would push you over the edge, yet he held back. Feeling experimental and emboldened by his pretty wife's pliability, Tenya thought of the perfect way to 'break you'.
"Mmm uuhhhh," Your fingernails dug into the fabric covering his shoulders. "P-please," you rasped.
"Please, what?" His chin jutted out, and his mouth formed into a mocking pout. "Use your words."
"Ten, cuumm please," your mind fought to piece together an actual sentence, but you were at a loss for coherent thoughts. " I needβ I have to."
"Just ask, say the words, and it's yours, my love." While his words were encouraging, his tone could only be described as taunting. His hands continued working, keeping you stalled right on the edge of release.
Your mind was drawing blanks, hazy with need so thick it caught in your throat. Tears welled in the outer corners of your eyes. The look of pure adulation on your husband's face only adds to the sweet torment of what he was doing to you. Vision fuzzy and body at his mercy, your mind blanked completely. Tenya withdrew his fingers, and when your lips parted to whine, he shoved the wet digits in. Your own salacious taste sliding over your tongue.
"God, look at this mess you've made." The light pressure of his fingers guided your gaze to the large darkened patch that covered his lap. "And I didn't even get to watch you cum."
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I actually have no idea how this reads. I proofread bits and pieces, so hopefully it's somewhat good. I was really being self-indulgent here... sorry, not sorry.
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