I have to write, or all this stuff will live in my mind... Late twenties, black female writer, specializing in well, not so much dark themes (maybe shady), I like that better. I used to write stuff (not that good). I started posting in 2020, but I'm back a little older and wiser. Happy scrolling😊and Thanks For Reading💞. Don't be a stranger; like, comment, reblog, follow if you feeling spicy
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Whenever Tenya’s about to leave for work and you’re both in the kitchen talking about what you have planned for the day and all of a sudden he wraps one hand around your throat and the other slips your shorts to the side and starts rubbing you. He loves to watch the way your eyes zone out as you immediately slip into that submissive headspace. The way he can literally see your thoughts slip away as he rubs little circles into your clit.
“Mmmhm, I’d love for you to stop by on my lunch, and I would really like it if your wore something pretty. Can you do that for me, Kitty?”
“Y-yes Sir,” you nod, grappling with your last ounce of sanity.
“And I see you aren’t wearing the little gift I got for you…”
He was referring to the Bluetooth vibrator that he bought and whim and had you wearing basically all the time. Bluetooth vibe accessible remotely from anywhere in the world, and a control freak husband. What could go wrong?
“Don’t let that be the case by the time I get to the car.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then your lip. Unceremoniously he withdrew from between your legs and grabbed for his suitcase as he nonchalantly popped the fingers of his had that had been teasing you into his mouth, sucking your sweet off of them. “I’ll see you at noon?” He announced on his way out the door.
Just like he always does Tenya will call from the car just to ask if you’re wearing your vibe. When you say yes he’ll call you a good girl and listen to you beg him to turn it on. That’s when he gives his speech about how driving and using the phone is not only dangerous but illegal.
“ You wouldn’t want want anything to happen to me, right kitty?”
synopsis: your pathetic boyfriend, Tenya, misses you after barely two hours without you.
warnings: NSFW (MDNI), masturbation, semi-public masturbation, phone sex, panty sniffing, footjob, teasing, cowgirl, missionary, sucking nipples, breeding kink, eating pussy, fingering, mating press, praise, creampie, aftercare, Tenya has a big dick, Tenya is pathetic for you
a/n: Thanks for the request! It was so much fun to write, yum 😋 I didn't even think I'd write so many words 😭 I think Tenya would be truly pathetic for his girl (so for me 🤭)
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You’re getting ready for a girls’ night out at a chic bar downtown. You love this ritual: feeling beautiful, powerful, and desirable. Even though you’re in a relationship with Tenya, you’ve never felt like you had to give up that feeling.
You’re standing in front of your large vanity, wearing only the tight black dress you just slipped on. It hugs your curves perfectly, short enough to highlight your legs.
He’s never asked you to deprive yourself. On the contrary, he loves seeing you shine, go out, laugh with your friends. It’s part of what he loves about you. Besides, what right would he have to forbid you from going out?
You adjust your earrings, then apply one last layer of gloss. Your signature combo lip that makes your mouth irresistible.
Even before he says a word, you feel his burning gaze on you. Tenya is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his imposing chest. His shirt sleeves are rolled up, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms. His blue eyes slowly glide over your reflection in the mirror, from your ankles to your face, with palpable intensity.
“You look stunning, darling…” he murmurs in a deeper voice than usual.
You meet his gaze in the mirror and can’t hold back a satisfied smile. You know exactly what effect you have on him. You turn slightly.
“Thank you, my love. I’ll try not to come home too late.”
He approaches slowly, as if drawn by a magnet. His large hands settle on your hips, firm and warm. He leans in, his chest brushing your back, and buries his face in your neck to breathe in your perfume.
“Mh… okay, darling,” he breathes against your skin. He kisses your neck then tries for your lips but stops just before, eyes fixed on your perfectly made-up lips in the reflection. “I almost…”
You laugh softly, amused. “For once, you remembered.” Tenya smiles against your skin, that slightly sheepish smile that makes you melt every time. “Last time I kissed you after you did your lips, I got scolded by you.”
“I didn’t even hurt you, idiot,” you reply, laughing. “I have no strength compared to you.”
He gently turns you in his arms to face him. His hands slide down your back, dangerously low on the curve of your ass. His body is warm, imposing. You clearly feel against your stomach how aroused he is. His already hard cock strains against his pants.
“You wounded me with love, darling,” he murmurs in that half-serious, half-teasing tone he masters so well. “Shut up,” you say, giggling, placing your hands on his muscular chest.
But instead of pulling away, you slowly caress his pecs through his shirt. Tenya lowers his head, his gaze darkened by desire. He runs his thumb just under your lower lip, carefully avoiding touching your lips.
“I don’t know how I’m going to survive a whole evening without you,” he admits more quietly. His voice is hoarse, loaded. “You’re too beautiful. It should be illegal to go out like that.” His hands move up your ribs, brushing the underside of your breasts. He looks at you as if he wants to devour you on the spot.
“I already want to pin you on that bed, lift this dress and fuck you slowly until you can’t walk…” He swallows, jaw clenched. “But I’ll behave. For this time.”
He leans down and places a series of light kisses on your jaw, your temple, your collarbone, breathing in your scent deeply as if trying to memorize it for the next few hours.
“I’m going to miss you terribly, you know,” he murmurs right against your ear. His voice becomes more intimate, almost vulnerable. “The apartment is going to be too empty. Too quiet.”
His fingers slide over your nape, gently caressing your skin. You feel his heart beating hard against your palm resting on his chest. He’s fighting himself, torn between the pride of letting you enjoy your evening and the visceral urge to keep you here with him.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself a little more against his warm, solid body. “I’ll send you messages, I promise.”
“I hope you have fun… really,” he says sincerely, even though his voice betrays how tense he already is. “But know that I’m going to count every minute.”
He kisses your forehead one last time, lingering, then reluctantly steps back a little, his hands sliding slowly down your arms as if he doesn’t want to let go.
Tenya doesn’t pull away completely. His hands stay on your hips, his thumbs slowly caressing the thin fabric of your dress. His gaze is darker now, almost hungry.
“You’re really going out like that?” he murmurs, sliding his palms over your ass and squeezing gently. “This dress… it’s way too perfect on you. All eyes are going to be on you…”
You smile, amused and flattered by his quiet possessiveness. “So what? You know very well that I only want you.”
He lets out a slight growl, a hoarse sound that vibrates in his chest. He pulls you closer again until you clearly feel his hard, hot erection against your stomach.
He’s really turned on, and it’s only been a few minutes since he started watching you get ready.
“I know,” he breathes against your temple. “But that doesn’t stop me from being frustrated. Look at what state you put me in…”
He takes your hand and slowly guides it to his pants. You feel under your fingers the thick, rigid shape of his throbbing cock. Tenya closes his eyes for a moment when you caress him over the fabric.
“See?” he says in a lower, almost pleading voice. “I’ve been like this since I saw you. And you’re going to leave like it’s nothing…”
You continue to stroke him slowly, feeling his breathing grow heavier. He rests his forehead against yours, eyes half-closed.
“Stay a little longer,” he murmurs. “Just five minutes…”
Without really waiting for your answer, he easily lifts you and sits you on the edge of your vanity. The perfume bottles and makeup products shake slightly. He positions himself between your legs, spreading your thighs with his hips.
“Tenya…” you say, laughing softly, “I’m going to be late.”
“I know. I already feel bad. Punctuality and respecting your friends’ time is important but… I don’t care right now,” he says as his lips descend to your neck, placing hot, wet kisses. His hands slide under your dress, caressing the inside of your thighs with torturous slowness.
“You’re already hot…” he growls against your skin when his fingers brush your panties. “You’re already wet for me, baby?”
You bite your lip, trying not to moan. His fingers press a little harder, gently rubbing your clit over the fabric. “Tenya… not now, I have to leave…”
“Just a little,” he almost begs. His voice has become hoarse, desperate. “I need to touch you. I need to feel you before you leave. Otherwise I’m going to go crazy all evening.”
He pushes your panties aside and slides two thick fingers between your soaked lips. You let out a small sigh of pleasure. He starts fingering you slowly, deeply, while kissing your throat and jaw.
“Fuck… you’re soaked,” he breathes, breathing ragged. “How am I supposed to let you leave when your pussy is like this?”
His movements become more insistent. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out fills the room. With his other hand, he opens his pants and pulls out his thick, hard cock. He starts stroking himself slowly in front of you, at the same rhythm as he fingers you.
“Look what you do to me,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes are burning. “I’m already ready to cum just from touching you.”
You wrap your hand around his thick length and stroke him at the same time. Tenya moans louder, hips instinctively pushing into your palm.
“Baby…” he growls, “if you keep going like this, I’m really not going to let you leave. I’m going to fuck you on this vanity until your makeup is ruined.”
His fingers penetrate you faster, curled to hit that sensitive spot inside you. You feel your pleasure rising quickly, your thighs trembling around him.
He kisses you just under your ear, voice broken: “Tell me you’re coming home early… Tell me you’re going to think about me all evening. Because me, I’m only going to think about this… about you, about your tight pussy, about your moans…”
You feel he’s already close, his cock throbbing hard in your hand. He’s really turned on, almost too much. His body is tense, his muscles bulging under his shirt.
“I’ll come home early,” you breathe between two sighs. “Promise.”
Tenya gently withdraws his fingers, brings them to his mouth and licks them with an intense look, as if he wants to taste you as much as possible before you leave.
He steps back a little, breathing heavily, his cock still erect and glistening with precum.
He looks at you for a long moment, as if engraving this image of you in his memory: sitting on the vanity, dress hiked up, lips parted, visibly aroused.
“Go have fun, my love,” he finally says, voice still hoarse. “But know that I’m going to be in a pathetic state all evening.”
“You’re… incorrigible baby,” you say, laughing, still breathless. You place a hand on his chest to gently push him back. “And desperate.”
Tenya lets out a low, almost embarrassed chuckle while rubbing the back of his neck. His face is still flushed, his eyes shining with frustration and desire. He looks at you for a long moment, as if he’s really hesitating to let you leave.
“Guilty as charged,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “You drive me crazy and especially desperate, that’s all.”
He carefully adjusts your dress, running his large hands over your hips to put it back in place. He takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm down. His still-hard cock continues to strain his pants, but he steps back, giving you space.
“Go on… have fun with your friends,” he finally says, voice still a little hoarse. “I won’t hold you back any longer. But know that it’s costing me a lot.”
He walks you to the front door, one hand resting on the small of your back. Before you leave, he pulls you against him one last time for a tight hug, breathing in your scent in your hair.
“Have fun, my love. And be careful.”
“Yes, don’t worry,” you say, smiling at him and placing a quick kiss on his cheek, then you leave the apartment, heart still racing from the tension he built up.
…
About twenty minutes later, you arrive at the chic bar where your friends are already waiting. The place is elegant: dim lighting, lounge music, velvet booths and colorful cocktails. Your friends greet you with excited screams and compliments on your outfit.
“Fuck, look at you! You look so hot!” one of them exclaims, pulling you into a hug.
You settle at your reserved table, and the atmosphere quickly becomes light and joyful. You order the first round of cocktails, laugh while sharing your latest work stories, couple anecdotes, and dance a little on the floor when a catchier song plays. You feel good, relaxed, powerful. You laugh loudly, clink glasses, and fully enjoy the moment.
But your phone vibrates in your bag.
My robot💕👀 (21:47)
Did you arrive safely?
You smile and reply quickly:
You: yes I just got here everything’s fine baby ❤️
My robot💕👀 (21:49)
Perfect. Have fun. I miss you already.
You put your phone away and go back to your friends, but the messages keep coming throughout the evening.
My robot💕👀 (22:12)
The house is too quiet without you. I tried to read a book but I can’t concentrate.
My robot💕👀 (22:28)
You’re still so beautiful in my head. That dress looks too good on you. I should have kept you here with me.
You laugh softly while reading his messages, a little surprised by his honesty tonight. Usually he’s more reserved, even if he’s affectionate.
You: You’re so cute. I’ll be home soon promise
My robot💕👀 (22:41)
I’m not cute. I’m desperate for you.
My robot💕👀 (22:42)
I can’t stop thinking about you on the vanity earlier… about my hand between your thighs. You were so wet.
You can’t stop the heat rising in you. Your friends are chatting and laughing next to you, but you’re staring at your screen, cheeks slightly flushed.
My robot💕👀 (23:03)
Come back soon plss. I need you.
My robot💕👀 (23:10)
I’m going crazy here all alone.
My robot💕👀 (23:14)
I can’t think about anything but you.
My robot💕👀 (23:17)
I still have your perfume on me. It’s driving me insane.
My robot💕👀 (23:22)
Come back soon my love. Please. Please?
Your friends, who are sipping their cocktails, notice you looking at your screen for the umpteenth time. You smile to yourself without realizing their looks, biting your straw while reading. The heat in your belly returns slowly.
Your friends, who aren’t blind, eventually notice your constantly vibrating phone and your attention on it.
“Well well!” your best friend says, raising an amused eyebrow. “Who’s sending you so many messages? Is your man spamming you?”
You nod, a little embarrassed. The other girls lean toward you, curious and teasing. “Yesss, show us!” one of the curious girls asks. “Is he jealous? Does he want to know who you’re dancing with?”
You laugh, a little embarrassed but mostly amused by the situation. You put your phone screen-down on the table. “He’s… a bit needy tonight. Usually he’s calmer, but tonight he won’t stop.” you admit, laughing.
“Is he sending ‘I love you’ messages or ‘I want to fuck you in every room of the apartment, come back now’ messages?” your friend says.
You blush slightly and shrug, laughing harder. “A mix of both… He saw me getting ready earlier and… let’s just say he had a hard time letting me leave. He even told me he was going crazy alone at home.”
The girls burst out laughing.
“Tenya? The Tenya we know? The super serious and proper one? I never would have thought he’d be like that! It’s too cute.”
“Cute and hot at the same time,” another adds, elbowing you. “Enjoy, girl. That man is clearly addicted to you.”
You all laugh together, and you quickly tell them about the vanity scene without going into details, which makes them laugh even harder. The atmosphere is light, complicit, and joyful.
A little later, a more rhythmic song starts. Your best friend pulls you by the hand. “Come on! Let’s dance, that’ll take your mind off your horny boyfriend!”
You laugh and follow her to the small dance floor of the bar. The lights are dim, the bass resonates in your chest. You let yourself go, moving with her, laughing when she makes exaggerated moves. You feel good and free.
That’s when your phone vibrates in your hand. This time, it’s not a message. It’s a call. It’s Tenya.
You answer while still dancing lightly in place, a smile on your lips.
“Hello?” you say, a little breathless from dancing. At first, you hear nothing but his breathing. Heavy breathing. Hoarse. Irregular. “Tenya?” you ask, frowning slightly.
Then you hear him clearly: a low, muffled groan, followed by a trembling sigh. His voice finally comes through, low, almost painful: “Baby… fuck…”
You stop dancing completely. Your friend continues a little further, signaling you to join her, but you stay planted there, phone pressed to your ear.
His breathing is ragged, fast. You hear the characteristic sound of skin against skin in the background, slow and wet. “Tenya… don’t tell me you’re…” you murmur, eyes wide.
A long moan escapes him, which he’s clearly trying to contain. “Yes…” he breathes. “I couldn’t take it anymore… I waited as long as possible but… your voice, your dress, earlier… uhh I’ve been jerking off thinking about you.”
You swallow, immediately feeling a wave of heat between your legs. Around you, the music plays, your friends dance, but everything suddenly seems distant.
His hand continues its movement, the sound clearer now that you’re paying attention. Small wet noises, regular, getting faster and faster.
“I tried to hold back…” he growls, voice hoarse. “But I can’t cum. I need to hear you. I need you too much…”
You hear him panting harder, almost desperate. “Talk to me… even just a little… Say something, baby. Please.”
You stay frozen on the dance floor, phone glued to your ear, while Tenya’s ragged breathing fills your head. Your friends signal you to come back, but you shake your head and make a quick hand gesture to tell them you’ll be back.
“Wait two seconds,” you murmur to Tenya. You slip between the people, heart pounding, and quickly head to the bar’s bathrooms. Luckily the bathrooms are clean and empty. You lock yourself in the last stall at the back and lean back against the door.
“I’m in the bathroom now,” you finally breathe. A relieved groan escapes him. “Good… I didn’t want your friends to hear you.”
His voice is even hoarser than before. You clearly hear the wet, rhythmic sound of his hand sliding over his cock.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you when you get home,” he asks, almost pleading. “I need to imagine…”
You close your eyes, feeling your body react violently to his voice. Your free hand slowly slides down your dress.
“When I get home…” you begin in a low, sensual voice, “I want you to pin me against the wall as soon as I walk through the door. Without saying a word. You’ll lift my dress up to my waist and take off my panties.”
Tenya lets out a louder moan. “Continue…”
“You’ll finger me, like earlier on the vanity, but deeper. I want your thick fingers filling me while you kiss my neck. And after… I want you to put me on my knees. I want your dick in my mouth. Slowly at first, then harder. I want to feel you at the back of my throat while you pull my hair.”
You hear him breathing faster, his hand speeding up on his cock. “Fuck… yes…”
“And then,” you continue, slightly lifting your dress, “I want you to fuck me. Hard. In one of the rooms of the apartment. I want you to take me from behind while holding my hips. I want to feel your balls slapping against me with every thrust.”
You slide your hand into your panties. You’re soaked. Your fingers brush your swollen clit and you let out a small sigh. Tenya notices immediately.
“Baby… what are you doing?” he asks, voice broken with excitement. “Tell me…”
You bite your lip, hesitating for a second, then confess while sliding a finger between your wet lips.
“I’m touching myself…” you murmur. “I’m all wet because of you. I’ve lifted my dress and I have my hand in my panties.”
A deep groan escapes him. “Oh shit… Are you serious?”
“Yes…” You circle your fingers on your clit, then push one inside you. “I wish it was your fingers instead of mine…”
Tenya breathes loudly, almost animalistic. The sound of his hand becomes faster, wetter.
“You know what I’m doing right now?” he suddenly says, voice ashamed but terribly excited.
“No… tell me.”
He hesitates for a moment, then confesses in a breath: “I have one of your panties… the one you wore last night. The black lace one. I took it from the laundry basket when you left. I… I’m smelling it while I jerk off.”
Your stomach contracts violently with desire at hearing that. “Tenya… you’re- fuck.” you breathe, shocked and excited at the same time. You push a second finger inside you, imagining the scene.
“It still smells like you… your pussy…” he growls, almost desperate. “I’m holding it against my face and breathing deeply while I jerk off. I’m pathetic… but I can’t stop. I need you so much, my love.”
You speed up your movements, your fingers sliding in and out faster, your swollen, sensitive clit under your thumb. You press your forehead against the stall door, legs trembling, while continuing to finger yourself faster and faster.
Tenya breathes hard into the phone, almost like he’s running. His voice becomes deeper, dirtier, while the wet sound of his hand on his cock speeds up.
“Fuck, baby… you’re fingering yourself in the bathroom of a bar? Instead of being with your friends? You’re really a little slut in heat tonight…”
“Shut up. It’s because of you.” You close your eyes, biting your lower lip hard to hold back a moan. Your fingers slide faster between your soaked lips, your swollen clit under your thumb.
“Tenya…” you breathe, voice trembling.
“I love when you say my name like that,” he growls. “Imagine if I was there… I’d pin you against that door, lift your dress and fuck you so hard the whole bar would hear you screaming. I’d fill you with my big cock and my cum. You want me to fill you up, baby? Say it.”
Your legs start trembling violently. You sit on the toilet so you don’t collapse and push your two fingers deeper, trying to replicate what he’s describing.
“Yes I want that.” you murmur, panting. “I want you to fill me Ten-…” You can no longer hold back completely. A small high-pitched moan escapes you. You clench your teeth right after, hoping the bar’s music covers the sound.
Suddenly, your phone vibrates. Tenya is requesting a FaceTime call. “Accept it,” he almost orders. “I want to see you.”
Heart pounding, you accept the video call. The image appears. Tenya is sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless, pants open. His face is red, hair messy, blue eyes completely dilated with desire. He holds his phone with one hand and with the other…
He’s slowly jerking off with your black lace panties wrapped around his cock. His cock is thick, veined, red, glistening with precum. He squeezes the fabric of your panties against his skin while sliding his hand up and down.
“Look…” he breathes, bringing the camera a little closer. “Look what you do to me. I’m jerking off with your dirty panties. It still smells like you.”
You swallow, hypnotized by the image. Your hand speeds up between your thighs. “Tenya… fuck…” you murmur, voice broken.
He points the camera closer to his face while continuing to stroke himself. He inhales deeply, eyes half-closed.
“Mmmh… your smell drives me crazy. I want to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop. I want to lick you everywhere, push my tongue inside you and make you cum on my mouth. And then I’ll turn you over and fuck you the way you deserve. You want that, huh? Say it.”
You have trouble speaking. Your fingers move faster, your thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles. You try to hold back your moans, but they still come out, higher, more desperate.
“Yes… yes I want that…” you manage to articulate. “please Tenya…”
Tenya groans, his hand speeding up on his cock. The panties are now completely wrapped around his head, absorbing his precum.
“Show me,” he demands. “Lower the camera a bit. Show me your hand in your panties. I want to see how wet you are.”
You hesitate for a second, then lower the phone slightly. He can now see your dress hiked up on your hips, your panties pushed aside and your fingers plunging between your glistening lips.
“Fuck… look at that pussy… so wet…” he moans. “You’re making a mess of your hand. I wish I was there to drink your juices.”
Your legs start trembling violently. You feel the orgasm rising very fast, almost too strong. “Tenya… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum…” you breathe, voice strangled.
“Go ahead baby, cum for me,” he growls, his hand moving faster and faster. “Cum while looking at my dick wrapped in your panties. I’m going to cum too… fuck…”
You can’t hold it anymore. Your body tenses brutally. You cum hard, biting your arm to stifle a long, trembling moan. Your walls contract violently around your fingers, an intense pleasure running through you.
At the same moment, Tenya lets out a deep, animalistic groan. His cock pulses in his hand. Long, thick, hot jets of cum shoot out, landing on your panties, his stomach and his hand. He continues stroking himself through his orgasm, face twisted in pleasure, eyes fixed on you.
For several seconds, only your ragged breaths fill the silence.
Then his voice returns, low, pleading, still breathless: “Baby… come back, please… I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need to feel you for real, to kiss you, to fuck you properly. I’m going crazy without you. Come back now… I’m begging you.”
He looks at you with almost vulnerable eyes, his hand still on his half-hard cock, your panties completely soiled with his cum.
“I-…” you finally murmur, voice still trembling. “I’m coming back. I’m coming home now.” Visible relief passes over his face. He closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.
“Thank you… fuck, thank you. Be careful on the way, okay? But hurry. I still want you.”
You hang up after a few tender words. You stay a little longer in the stall, legs weak, heart pounding. You clean yourself up and quickly touch up your makeup in the bathroom mirror, adjust your dress and try to regain a normal expression, even though your cheeks are still flushed and your thighs a little shaky.
When you return to the main room, your friends are still on the dance floor or sitting at the table, cocktail in hand. One of your friends sees you coming back and immediately raises her eyebrows.
“So? Was that Tenya on the phone? You disappeared for twenty minutes!” she says with a big curious smile.
You laugh, a little embarrassed, grabbing your bag. “Yes… it was Tenya. He… uh… he’s not feeling well tonight. I’m going to head home earlier, girls. Sorry.”
One bursts out laughing and elbows you. “Not feeling well? As in ‘I want you too much, come back right now’? We saw your idiot smile when you came back from the bathroom! You’re all flushed pervert.”
The other girls gently tease you, making jokes about “urgent needs” and “horny men.” You laugh with them, face burning, while hugging them one by one.
“You guys are dumb… Alright, I love you. We’ll do this again very soon, promise.”
“Yeah, but next time tell Tenya to last more than two hours!” your friend says with a wink.
You wave one last time and leave the bar, heart pounding with anticipation. You call an Uber to go home.
During the ten-minute wait and the whole ride, you stay silent on the back seat, legs squeezed together. Your body is still sensitive, your soaked panties sticking to your skin. You feel a little pathetic… leaving your friends like this, in the middle of the evening to go fuck.
The Uber finally stops in front of your building. You quickly thank the driver and run up the stairs almost at a sprint. As soon as you slide your key into the lock, the door opens abruptly.
Tenya is there.
He doesn’t even give you time to fully enter. As soon as you cross the threshold, he pins you against the door that slams violently behind you. His large hands cup your face, and he kisses you as if his life depends on it.
It’s a hungry, desperate, almost brutal kiss. His tongue immediately forces its way in, caressing yours with urgency. He moans into your mouth, a hoarse and vulnerable sound that makes you melt.
“You came back…” he murmurs against your lips between two voracious kisses. “Thank you… fuck, thank you…” hearing him swear like that does something to you.
His hands immediately move down your body. One grips your waist, the other slides under your dress to grab your ass. He lifts you slightly, pressing you even harder against the door. You feel his massive erection, already hard, moving against your stomach through his sweatpants.
Tenya kisses your neck, nibbling your skin, breathing in your scent like an addict. Then, without another word, he drops to his knees in front of you.
It’s almost comical and terribly cute at the same time. This tall man who is usually so proper, so serious, is now on his knees on the entryway floor, looking up at you with an expression that is both pathetic and burning with desire.
“Tenya…” you breathe, voice already hoarse.
He doesn’t answer. His hands tremble slightly with impatience as he lifts your dress up to your waist, revealing your soaked panties. He groans at the sight.
“You’re soaked… because of me.”
Without waiting for your answer, he grabs the fabric on both sides and pulls hard. The panties almost tear, sliding down your legs. He throws them aside and spreads your thighs with a possessive gesture.
His mouth immediately lands on your pussy. His hot, wide tongue slides between your soaked lips in one long, slow stroke, collecting all your juices. At the same time, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you.
You let out a high-pitched moan, head falling back against the door. Tenya moans against your flesh, the sound vibrating directly on your clit.
He fingers you deeply, curling his fingers to massage that sensitive spot inside while his tongue licks and sucks your swollen bud. He alternates between long, flat strokes of his tongue, then quick circles around your clit.
You look down at him. The sight is almost too much for your mind. Tenya, on his knees, face buried between your thighs, eyes half-closed in pleasure, breathing ragged.
He devours you like a starving man, with wet, obscene sounds that fill the entryway. His broad shoulders tremble slightly, and his hips move instinctively against nothing, as if he can’t control his arousal.
You slide one hand, then both, into his short hair. You tug gently, holding him against your pussy. He moans louder in response, doubling his efforts. His fingers pound you deeper, faster, making a wet sound with every thrust.
“Tenya… it feels so good!- ugh..” you moan, legs trembling.
He lifts his face for a moment, glistening with your arousal. His lips are swollen, his chin shines, and his eyes are almost glassy with desire and relief.
“I couldn’t wait any longer…” he breathes, voice broken. “I needed to taste you so badly. You taste so good… I could get addicted to you baby, even though I already am.”
He dives back in immediately, more voracious. His tongue flattens against your clit while his fingers fuck you relentlessly. He sucks, licks, gently nibbles your lips, completely lost between your thighs.
He is pathetic in his devotion, and it drives you crazy: the strong, perfect hero reduced to his knees, silently begging you with his mouth and fingers.
You pull harder on his hair, your hips moving instinctively against his face. Your thighs tremble around his head. The pressure rises dangerously, your belly contracting in stronger and stronger waves.
Tenya senses you’re about to break. He doesn’t slow down for a second. On the contrary, he doubles his intensity. His thick fingers pound you deeper, perfectly curled to rub your G-spot with every pass, while his tongue works furiously on your swollen clit.
Your hands clench in his hair, pulling almost hard now. Your thighs tremble violently around his head, your hips moving against his mouth.
“Tenya…! I’m gonna… mhh uh I’m gonna…!” you manage to moan, voice broken.
He groans against your pussy, as if to encourage you, and pushes a third finger inside you. The sudden stretch, combined with his tongue that never stops flattering your hypersensitive clit, makes you tip over.
The orgasm hits you like a powerful wave. Your body tenses brutally, your walls contracting violently around his fingers.
You cum hard, very hard, a long muffled cry escaping your throat as your pleasure explodes. A small hot jet escapes from you, soaking his chin and fingers even more.
Your legs almost give out. You cling to his hair and the door behind you to keep from falling, body shaking with spasms.
Tenya slowly slows his movements, continuing to lick you tenderly to accompany you as you come down. He carefully withdraws his fingers, but stays on his knees, face buried between your thighs. He kisses the inside of your left thigh, then the right, slowly, with almost religious devotion.
He lifts his head slightly toward you, chin and lips glistening with your juices and your orgasm. A proud, almost awed smile stretches his lips. His blue eyes shine with love and satisfaction.
“Good, my love…” he murmurs, kissing your trembling thigh again. “You came so well for me. Look at you… you’re so beautiful when you cum like that. So perfect.”
He continues to cover your thighs with warm, wet kisses, slowly moving up toward your stomach, while caressing your hips with his large hands.
He stays on his knees for a moment, looking up at you with that adoring and pathetic gaze that makes you melt. His hair is messy from your hands, his chest rising rapidly, and his erection strains his sweatpants.
After a few moments, he slowly stands up, towering over you again with his full height. He kisses you deeply, making you taste your own pleasure on his tongue. You return his kiss with the same intensity, your hands sliding over his bare, muscular chest.
You nibble his lower lip before pulling back slightly, a playful smile on your lips despite your still trembling legs. “Come on,” you murmur in a hoarse voice.
You take his hand and lead him to the living room. Tenya follows without resistance, his massive erection clearly straining his gray sweatpants. You sit in the middle of the couch, legs slightly spread, your dress still hiked up on your hips. With a look, you indicate the floor in front of you.
Tenya understands immediately. He kneels between your legs, eyes raised toward you with that irresistible mix of burning desire and vulnerability that makes you even wetter. He is so tall, so imposing, and yet on his knees in front of you.
“Take off your sweatpants,” you order softly, but with clear authority in your voice. “I want your cock.”
Tenya swallows, cheeks red. He slides his thumbs under the waistband and lowers his pants in one smooth motion, freeing his thick cock that springs out, heavy, thick and curved toward him. It pulses in the air, the swollen head glistening with precum already running down the main vein. His balls are tight, full.
You smile seeing him so hard, so desperate. You kick off your heels and slowly place your bare foot against his chest, sliding it down gradually until his cock. With the tip of your toes, you brush his burning length.
“Look at you…” you murmur, laughing softly, voice teasing. “On your knees in front of me. You were so pathetic tonight Tenya. I was really surprised.”
He moans weakly when your foot slides lower. You press the sole of your foot against his cock, pinning it against his stomach, and begin to stroke him slowly up and down. Your soft skin slides over his taut skin, spreading his precum over his entire length.
Tenya closes his eyes for a moment, jaw clenched, hands resting on your ankles as if afraid you’ll stop.
“Yes… I’m pathetic,” he confesses in a hoarse breath. “I’m pathetic for you… I couldn’t hold back all evening. You’re so beautiful darling.”
You smile softly, increasing the pressure of your foot. You slide your heel along his cock, then use the sole to massage it in slow, firm movements.
Your other foot joins the first. You press them together around his thick cock, forming a sort of sheath with your feet, and begin a slow footjob.
You move your feet up and down his length, squeezing just enough to torture him. With every movement, your big toe passes over his sensitive head, spreading the precum that now flows abundantly.
“Look at how much you’re leaking…” you continue, teasing him. “You’re really desperate, huh? You’re so cute.”
Tenya moans louder, hips instinctively pushing between your feet. He watches the sight with glassy eyes: your pretty pedicured feet stroking and masturbating his thick cock. His hands squeeze your ankles tighter, but he doesn’t take control. He lets you play with him.
You speed up the movement a little, alternating between firm pressure and lighter, teasing caresses. Sometimes you stop completely, leaving just your foot resting on his throbbing cock, feeling it pulse against your arch. Then you resume, more slowly, to frustrate him even more.
Tenya breathes hard, chest rising rapidly. Beads of sweat pearl on his forehead. His cock is even harder, more swollen between your feet, the head almost purple and leaking.
“You like that, huh? Being on your knees in front of me while I play with your pathetic cock with my feet…” you murmur, looking him straight in the eyes, a mischievous smile on your lips.
You continue to torture him with your feet. Your feet slide easily over his cock thanks to all the precum now flowing abundantly. You feel every vein throbbing against your soft skin, every contraction of his cock between your arches.
You squeeze your feet tighter around his thick cock. Your big toe regularly rubs his sensitive head, spreading the clear liquid that doesn’t stop flowing. You feel he’s very close.
A few moments later, Tenya suddenly tenses. A long, deep groan escapes his throat. His cock pulses violently between your feet and he cums hard. Long, thick, hot jets of cum shoot out, landing on your feet, your ankles and even a bit on your calves. He continues moaning as you maintain the pressure, making it last as long as possible.
When he finally finishes, he stays there, on his knees, panting loudly. His muscular chest rises rapidly, his face is red, his glassy eyes fixed on you with a mix of adoration and shame. His still half-hard cock rests against your foot, covered in his own cum.
You smile at him, a satisfied and slightly sadistic smile. You slowly rub your feet together, spreading his cum on your skin, then deliberately wipe them on his stomach and chest, leaving shiny traces on his abs.
“Look what you did… You got my feet all dirty.” you say, laughing softly. Tenya looks at you, still breathless, without protesting. “Come on,” you say, standing up. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. Once there, you gently push him so he sits on the edge of the bed. Standing in front of him, you slowly slide the straps of your black dress off your shoulders. The fabric slides down your body and falls at your feet, leaving you completely naked in front of him.
Tenya swallows, eyes wide open, admiring every curve of your body. You climb onto the bed, straddle him and sit directly on him, your knees on either side of his hips. His cock, already hardening again, ends up trapped between your two stomachs.
You wrap your arms around his neck and press yourself against him. Tenya moans softly and immediately buries his face in your chest. His hot mouth closes on one of your breasts. He licks it slowly, at length, running his wide, flat tongue over your already hardened nipple. He then sucks it greedily, taking it deep into his mouth while caressing the other breast with his large hand.
“Mmmh…” he groans against your skin, voice muffled. He alternates between your two breasts, licking, sucking, gently nibbling them. His tongue is hot and insistent, tracing circles around your sensitive nipples before sucking them again.
You arch your back, pushing your chest harder against his face. Your hands slide into his hair, holding him against you while you begin to slowly roll your hips, rubbing your still wet pussy against his rapidly hardening cock between you.
Tenya is completely lost in your breasts. He licks, sucks, kisses every inch of skin, as if he can’t get enough. His hands squeeze your ass, guiding you in your movements against him.
“You have such perfect breasts my love…” he murmurs between two licks.
You continue moving slowly against him, rubbing your soaked pussy along his hard cock. Tenya groans against your breasts, his hands squeezing your ass with force. You lift yourself slightly, grab his thick cock with one hand and position it at the entrance of your pussy.
“Look at me,” you murmur as you slowly sink down on him. You impale yourself progressively on his thick length. A long moan escapes your throat as he stretches you completely. He is so big that you feel him everywhere, filling every inch of you.
“Fuck…” Tenya breathes, head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. “You’re so tight… so hot…”
You start riding him, moving up and down on his cock with smooth, deep movements. Your hands resting on his muscular chest to keep balance, you gradually speed up, making your ass slap against his thighs with every descent.
Tenya tries to hold back. His hands grip your hips, trying to slow your rhythm, jaw clenched.
“Wait… baby… if you keep going like this I’m not going to last…” he growls, voice hoarse.
But you don’t listen. You continue fucking him harder, rolling your hips, contracting your walls around him with every rise. Tenya finally cracks.
His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips and he takes control. He lifts you almost completely before impaling you brutally on him, resuming a fast and powerful rhythm.
“Ah!” you cry out, surprised by the sudden force.
He fucks you deep, his hips rising to meet you with every thrust. The sound of skin against skin echoes in the room. With one hand, he slides between your bodies and starts rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb, in fast, firm circles.
“Yes… like that…” you moan loudly, head tilted back. Your moans become louder and more uncontrollable. Every powerful thrust makes your breasts bounce and sends waves of pleasure through your whole body.
Tenya looks at you with burning eyes, sweating, the muscles in his arms and chest tense. “Moan louder,” he orders in a deep voice. “I want to hear you. I don’t care about the neighbors. I want the whole building to know how well I’m fucking you.”
He speeds up even more, pounding you deeply and quickly while continuing to mercilessly massage your clit. You completely lose control. Your moans turn into high-pitched, desperate cries. “Tenya! Oh ugh- mhh fuck… yes!”
You lean forward and sink your teeth into his muscular shoulder to muffle your cries a little. You bite hard enough to draw a hoarse groan of pleasure from him. Small tears of pleasure pearl at the corners of your eyes as you whimper against his skin.
“Tenya… it’s too much… I… ah!” you whimper, voice broken, while continuing to get fucked violently.
He doesn’t slow down. On the contrary, he holds you firmly by the hips and hammers you even harder, his thumb rubbing your clit at full speed.
“Let go, baby,” he growls against your ear, voice breathless but authoritative. “Scream. Cry. Bite me. I want it all. I want you to cum screaming on my cock. Don’t hold back… the neighbors can listen to how good you feel because of me.”
You completely let go. Your moans and gasps fill the room as he fucks you relentlessly, deep, fast, brutal. Your nails scratch his back, your teeth stay planted in his shoulder, and your tears of pleasure run down his skin.
Tenya is completely lost in pleasure, but he keeps enough control to continue stimulating your clit while pounding you like an animal. His hips slamming violently against your ass.
“Tenya…! I’m gonna…ugh I’m gonna cum!” you scream, voice broken.
“Cum, baby. Cum on my dick,” he growls, speeding up even more.
Your body tenses brutally. The orgasm crashes through you like an explosion. Your walls contract violently around him, squeezing his cock in powerful spasms. You scream loudly, almost a howl, scratching his back. Your thighs tremble, your whole body shaken by the intense pleasure.
Tenya barely slows down while you come down. He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, flips you onto your back and positions himself above you in missionary. He spreads your legs wide, placing them on either side of his hips, and sinks back into you with one powerful thrust.
“Look at me,” he orders. You look at him even if your mind is too lost in pleasure.
He kisses you messily, deeply, his tongue invading your mouth without restraint. It’s a wet, noisy, almost animalistic kiss. He fucks you at the same time, with long, powerful thrusts that make the bed shake. His tongue licks yours, sucks your lip, swallows your moans.
“You feel so good…” he murmurs between two sloppy kisses. “Your pussy squeezes me so tight…”
He speeds up, pounding you deeply. Every thrust hits your most sensitive spot. You are completely overwhelmed, exhausted, but unable to not want more. Your hands cling to his shoulders, nails planted in his skin.
Tenya groans against your mouth, his rhythm becoming more erratic. His eyes are locked on yours, intense, possessive.
“I’m going to cum…” he breathes, voice hoarse. “I’m going to fill you up, baby… You would make such a pretty mom… Imagine your belly rounding with my baby… Fuck…”
Those words make you shiver violently. At the same moment, he sinks all the way in and cums inside you with a deep groan.
You feel his hot, thick jets filling you, pulsing for a long time deep in your pussy. He stays buried inside you during his orgasm, unloading everything he has.
But he doesn’t soften. His cock remains hard, throbbing inside you.
Without giving you time to catch your breath, he grabs your legs, folds them completely and pushes them toward your shoulders, putting you in mating press.
Your body is folded in half, your knees near your ears, completely open and exposed. He presses down on you with his full weight and starts fucking you again, even deeper than before.
“Again…” he growls, his voice almost animalistic. “I can’t stop… I still need you.”
You are exhausted. Your muscles are trembling, your breathing is ragged, tears of pleasure rolling down your temples. But you completely melt into his desire. The feeling of his heavy body on top of you, of his thick cock hammering you in this incredibly deep position, is overwhelming and addictive.
“Tenya… it’s too much… I’m going to break! Ugh baby I-” you whimper, your voice weak and broken. He kisses you again, messily, swallowing your complaints while continuing to pound you mercilessly.
His balls slap against your ass with every thrust. The position makes everything more intense: every penetration hits your cervix, rubbing your G-spot relentlessly.
“I know you can take more, my love,” he murmurs against your lips between two sloppy kisses. “You’re so perfect like this… all folded for me… I want to fill you again.”
His movements are powerful, rhythmic, almost obsessive. You feel a new orgasm rising despite your exhaustion, fueled by his insatiable desire and the crushing pressure of his body on yours.
Tenya looks you straight in the eyes, forehead pressed to yours, sweating, muscles tense. “Stay with me… Let me fuck you a little more…”
He completely dominates you, his muscular weight pinning you into the mattress. His thick cock slides effortlessly into your soaked pussy already filled with his first load, making a wet, obscene sound with every powerful thrust.
He fucks you deeply, without mercy, his hips slamming hard against your ass. “Fuck… look at how well you take me…” he growls against your mouth, voice hoarse and breathless.
“Your little pussy was made for this… made to be filled by me. I’m going to get you pregnant tonight, baby. I’m going to fill you until my cum leaks out of you for days. You’re going to carry my baby… I want to see you with a round belly, full breasts… all because of me. You want that, don’t you?”
His crude words make your head spin. You moan loudly, almost screaming every time he bottoms out. Your hands desperately cling to his back, your nails scratching his sweaty skin.
Tenya speeds up, hammering your body with animalistic force. The bed creaks violently beneath you. He kisses you messily, his tongue invading your mouth, swallowing your moans while he continues to pound you relentlessly.
“I’m going to breed you…” he breathes between two savage thrusts. “I want you full of my cum… I want you to carry my child. Tell me you want it too…”
You can no longer form coherent sentences. Your moans are uncontrollable. “Yes… ugh yes fill me…” you manage to say.
The pressure becomes unbearable. Your entire body trembles. Your toes curl violently, clenched with pleasure, as a new orgasm rises at full speed.
Tenya senses you’re about to break. He slightly changes the angle of his hips to rub even harder against your g-spot and presses his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust.
“Cum for me, my love. Cum squirting on my cock while I breed you.”
You explode.
A raw, powerful cry escapes your throat. Your body arches as much as possible in this folded position. You squirt hard, a hot, abundant jet that splashes his stomach and thighs, soaking the bed beneath you.
Your walls contract violently around his cock, pulsing and squeezing as if they want to keep him inside you forever. Your toes remain curled, your legs tremble uncontrollably, and your moans turn into sobs of pleasure.
Tenya growls like an animal as he feels your squirt soaking him. He doesn’t slow down. On the contrary, he fucks you even harder through your orgasm, prolonging your pleasure until you see stars.
“That’s it… good girl… squirt all over me…” he growls, voice broken.
A few seconds later, he sinks to the hilt and cums violently inside you. You feel his cock pulsing deep, unloading long, thick, hot jets of cum directly against your cervix. He continues giving small thrusts while he cums, as if to push his cum even deeper.
“Take it all… take my cum my love…” he murmurs against your mouth, kissing you deeply, languorously, almost tenderly this time, while continuing to pour his seed into you.
You stay like that for a long moment, entwined, breathless, his heavy body still pressed against yours in this folded position. His cum is already starting to slowly leak around his cock still buried inside you.
You are completely exhausted. Your body is trembling, your muscles are on fire, and you know you’re going to have trouble walking tomorrow. Yet you still melt into his embrace, into his warmth, into his possessive desire.
When he finally pulls out slowly, you let out a small plaintive moan. You look at him with bright, tired eyes.
“Tenya-” you breathe in a broken voice, “I won’t be able to walk for days… You completely destroyed me…”
He smiles, both proud and tender. He showers your face, lips, and neck with soft kisses while gently caressing your trembling thighs.
He props himself up on one elbow and looks at you. His blue eyes have lost their animal intensity. All that remains is tenderness, a hint of guilt, and deep love.
“Wait… don’t move, my love,” he murmurs in a hoarse but soft voice.
He gets up carefully, disappears for a few moments into the bathroom and comes back with a warm, wet towel, a glass of fresh water, and a small bottle of massage oil.
He kneels beside the bed, gently spreads your still trembling legs and begins to clean you with infinite delicacy. The warm towel slides between your thighs, wiping away the mixture of your pleasures that leaks from you.
“I’m sorry…” he breathes while carefully passing the towel. “I was too rough. I completely lost control. You must be exhausted.”
He brings the glass of water to your lips and helps you drink slowly, one hand supporting your head. Then he pours a little oil into his palms, warms it and begins to massage your sore thighs with slow, firm strokes. His large hands glide over your trembling muscles, releasing the tension, caressing your hips, your ass, your calves.
“I’m really sorry, baby,” he continues, voice low and sincere. “I shouldn’t have taken you like that. I was… possessed. I could only think about filling you, marking you, getting you pregnant. I don’t know what came over me.”
You look at him, touched because he apologizes like a little boy after doing something naughty. You reach out and caress his cheek.
“Come here, idiot,” you murmur.
You pull him toward you and kiss him softly, tenderly. Your lips are still swollen from all your sloppy kisses, but this one is slow, full of love. Tenya responds with infinite gentleness, as if afraid of breaking you.
When you separate, you laugh weakly, still lying on your back, unable to really move.
“I loved it, Tenya. Really. Even if I can’t feel my legs anymore… or my arms… or anything else actually. I think you broke me in half.”
You laugh harder, a tired but joyful laugh that makes his eyes shine. He smiles too, relieved, and showers your forehead, cheeks, and the tip of your nose with little kisses.
“Are you sure? I didn’t hurt you?” he asks while continuing to massage your thighs.
“A bit sore, yes… but in a good way. I loved every second. It was intense, but I loved it.”
Tenya blushes slightly and buries his face in your neck, holding you carefully against him. “I love you my love.”
“I love you too.” you say smiling and kissing him passionately.
Summary- You were simply looking to spice things up in your otherwise perfect marriage, so you went to your husband with an odd request. To him, it appeared that his wife was finally succumbing to the years of... guidance.
Tags/Tropes/ Warnings: Soft-dom Tenya, fem o denial, yan-ish themes, manipulation, corruption, established relationships (marriage).
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 this— you, begging for his touch, his ruin, this is his reward.
"So wet, I could just—" 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.
I want you to ruin me…
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 need— 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.
like tenya is always lowkey a sleaze like it’s just who he is because he knows best and knows how you need to be treated and if that’s a little sleazy then he’ll be a little sleazy!!!!
