dom!anthony/brattamer/smut
The room is lit in deem candle light. The frown of your husband softly caressed by the warm gleam. You take your time to properly observe him, he is so caught up in his registers and books that he doesn’t even notice you approaching.
He sits on his father’s chair, head down on the desk, his broad shoulders feel tight just by looking at them. He is worn out but incredibly beautiful.
“It’s late, my Lord. Aren’t you coming to bed?”
He jumps a little startled by your words, his discomfort immediately disappearing once he realizes it’s you. You take a few steps forward, placing your candle on the corner of the desk and slowly going to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry, my dearest. I’ll be with you in a moment, I am almost finished with my work”
He speaks not even looking at you, his eyes still glued on the numbers on the paper.
You’re entirely not satisfied with his answer. He had been working all day everyday since you two got back from your amazing honeymoon at Aubrey Hall, not giving you nearly as much attention as he did before.
You think about complying for a second, but then refuse to. You start to slowly kiss his neck, repositioning yourself on his lap. He clears his throat loudly, beginning to protest but you don’t let him, biting down on his neck a little less gently than you normally would dare to.
Anthony finally acknowledges you, a deep growl coming from his mouth. You take it as a sign of compliance and straddle him, starting to suck on the spot you just bit.
“That’s enough” Anthony harshly stops you and stands up, you slip off his lap.
You’re now both standing and you are trapped between his body and the desk. He is towering you with his eight and his eyes are dark, staring right into yours, making you feel naked.
He takes a step towards you and you instantly back away, your ass now firmly pressed against the edge of the desk.
Anthony reaches behind you, still looking at you, the tip of his nose now so close to yours you can actually feel the warmth of his skin, your lips inevitably close. Your heart starts to race and just as you think he is going to kiss you he backs away once more, leaving you unsatisfied and confused.
He is holding a silver paper knife. You gasp lightly at the sight if it. You watch him slowly polishing it and holding it in front of his neck to use as a mirror.
“Well well my dearest, look at what you did“
You blush and feel a shiver going down your spine as he points out at the deep purple spot on his neck, his voice lower and raspier. A familiar warmth starts to grow between your legs.
You open your mouth to apologize but Anthony harshly interrupts you.
“Is a bit too late now to plea your case isn’t it my Lady?” you blush again and nod silently, mentally starting to prepare for your imminent punishment. You’re thrilled.
“Go wait for me in our chamber, i’ll join you as soon as i’m done with my work. When I arrive I expect to find you undressed and ready for your punishment, my dove, do you understand me?”
You raise your eyebrows. You do not want to wait, you want him, you need him. Now.
“But my Lord! I-“ you start to protest but the look he gives you freezes you. A knot ties in your stomach.
“You. Did. Not. Just talk back to me” he smiles. His tone his angry, his eyes are dark and his breathing is heavy. But you know it. You know him. You know the harder you fight the more he enjoys it. That’s the reason why you two fell for each other in the first place.
He is looking at you straight in the eyes, challenging you to look down. To surrender. To show obedience. But you won’t.
That’s the last straw for him, he closes the distance between you two and locks his lips onto yours, lifting you from your hips and sitting you on the desk. You decide you feel particularly dangerous and you want to test him some more. You bite his lip while you kiss, tasting his blood on your tongue. He looks at you in shock and all you can do in return is smirk. You see a rush of lust go through your husbands body.
“Oh you…” he growls before pulling your hair and kissing you once more. His grasp is strong and it is hurting you a little too much so you let out a whimper.
Instead of letting go Anthony pulls his other hand from your hip and places his around your neck, chocking you gently.
You look at him helpless and a little scared of his rudeness, way harder than usual. You start to wonder if maybe you pushed him a little too much when suddenly he pushes his crotch right into yours making you moan in pleasure.
“Now, you will do as i say will you my love?” He whispers on your lips and you nod vigorously, the knot in your stomach getting tighter and your heart racing faster.
“Use your words” he orders.
“Yes my Lord. I will do as you say” you mumble blushing. He smiles, kisses you once more, softly, lovingly, making your tongues dance together. He leaves his grip on your hair and throat and takes a step back, never loosing eye contact with you. You’re still sitting on the desk, you want nothing more than for him to take you right now.
“Lift up your skirts and spread your legs for me my dearest” he commands once again, without a flinch.
You look at him in shock, mostly because you’re in your night gown so you’re not wearing any drawers and he knows it.
You look at him with a concerned look. The thought of you, so openly displayed, it made you feel incredibly ashamed and also incredibly lustful.
“Go ahead my love” he encourages you.
You slide a little backwards on the desk and slowly spread your legs, bending your knees and placing both feet on the desk. You started to feel more exposed and wetter any second. With your hands shaking you start to slowly pull up your skirts but Anthony seems impatiens and steps back closer to you, moving your hands and lifting them up himself, leaving you completely exposed from the waist down, spread for him to do whatever he pleases.
You blush violently as you feel the fresh air making your wetness colder.
You look away as you see your husband’s gaze promptly move to your exposed center.
“No no, look at me” he says placing two fingers on your chin and redirecting your gaze to him.
You can’t blush any harder. You feel ashamed but any second you want him more and more.
He takes another step back, now looking at your whole picture. The messy hair from his pulling, your plump lips made red from his kisses, your wet cunt now leaking over the dark wood of the desk.
“Such a beautiful mess i made of you” Anthony comments and you feel your insides twitch. The familiar burning getting more and more intense.
“My lord, please…” you beg. You need him.
He walks towards you again, his bulge now evident in his trousers.
His lips softly touch yours, you let out a moan when you feel Anthony’s finger sliding up your wet slit. Your heart drops in your chest and every nerve in your body activates.
“So incredibly wet and ready for me, always”
You look at his face, the man who you swore to love and care for for the rest of your life. You love so much you feel as if your heart glows when you’re around him.
He kisses you once more, not nearly for how long as you would have wanted and “Go wait for me. Now” he orders, sweeping you off the desk, causing your gown to fall back in place. Still shocked and processing the sudden cold shower you look at him in disbelief, you’re about to say something when he gives you that look again. You decide it best not to talk back this time and simply turn back and go to your room, waiting for him as he said.
You hated following orders and couldn’t believe Anthony would do such a thing. Leading you on just to then leave you alone and frustrated again. It had been a whole week since you had gone back from your honeymoon and hardly no intercourse had occurred between the two of you. You had been caught up in your new Viscountess role and he had a whole month of work to catch up on, so usually Anthony just stayed late at night in the office and came to bed when you were already fast asleep. You decided tonight was different though, and really hoped he would comply.
You really don’t wish to go to bed frustrated again and just assume he would not be coming to bed for a couple of hours at least, so you decide you would take matters into your own hands. Before you married Anthony you didn’t know much about the pleasure one could receive but you are learning everyday new things. If he could touch you why couldn’t you?
You lay on the bed, you heart pounding in your chest. You feel what you’re doing is improper, but you can’t help it. You lift your skirt and start touching your sensitive spots. You close your eyes and let your mind wonder. You think about Anthony, about his hands, his mouth, his body, the things he said to you.
You feel yourself getting closer so you fasten your pace, in your head the burning imagine of his look while you stood before him, spread and soaking wet.
You keep going, you’re almost close when
“Stop. Immediately.” You hear. Your heart jumps from your chest as you open your eyes and sit back up, blushing violently and covering up.
“My Lord, i am so sorry” you start to panic and Anthony notices, coming closer to you and sitting on the bed.
“It’s alright my dear, you did nothing wrong. You were very frustrated, weren’t you?”
You nod looking at him in the eyes, feeling slightly calmer.
“Regardless, you disobeyed me. I ordered you to wait for me. Did i not?” His voice is now lower, he is moving closer to you on the bed. You nod again looking down.
“Use your words. And look at me while i’m speaking to you”
You look up and “I am sorry my Lord” you say.
“We are going to work on your patience”
He then says, standing up and in front of you still sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Undress and lay down” he orders and you do not hesitate. You see him remove his jacket and vest, keeping his trousers and shirt only, rolling up his sleeves.
You lay naked on the bed, your hair spread on the covers as your chest lifts and relaxes heavily, once again completely exposed to him, the only thing you’re wearing is his wedding ring.
“So beautiful, my love” he murmurs before crawling on top of you.
He starts to kiss you, deeply, his hand wonder, touching your stomach the other supporting him on the bed.
He starts leaving tiny kisses and gently licking and biting your skin, from your collarbones to your chest, in the middle of your breasts, above your navel, under your breast and then going up again, never really putting his mouth where you were aching for it.
“My lord, please” you mumble, wanting more.
“Patience, my dear” he grunts, pressing is crotch onto your naked thigh. Feeling his big hard member onto your tight arouses you so much that you let out a small moan.
Anthony starts to leave kisses down your stomach, occasionally biting, going down to your mount.
He then grabs your thighs and parts them by force, you gasp surprised by the action, turning it into a moan when he starts nibbling on your inner thighs. You start to tremble and moan, feeling his tongue and beard tickle your skin.
“Tell me what you want” he says while starting to get closer and closer to your womanhood.
“Sir, please, please” you cry out.
“Please what” he insists now starting to blow softly on your wetness, making you moan louder.
“Please my lord t-touch me, i-i need you” you finally let out.
As soon as you say it, Anthony promptly removes himself from between your legs leaving you once again unsatisfied.
You’re breathing heavily.
He grins proudly at your shocked face, removing his shirt and coming back onto you just as fast as he left, attaching his lips to yours.
You kiss him back, he is hungry for you and you can tell it.
He grabs your writs and pins them over your head, keeping you down as his face gets down to suck on your nipple. You’re surprised by it but can’t help it but enjoy it loudly. Your husband seems pretty pleased with himself, sucking and licking both of your nipples alternating.
Meanwhile, his covered member is brushing against the soft spot between your legs and the texture of his trousers, now entirely moist cause of both of your needs, added an incredible feeling to it.
Anthony noticed and let go of your hands, going back down and burying his head between your legs, causing you to moan in pleasure as his tongue caressed all the right spots. You were starting to feel your climax build up in your stomach when Anthony harshly stopped once again.
You then looked at him in disbelief, he was not kneeling in the bed between your legs and looking directly at you, realizing you know his plan.
“Anthony I- I “
He shuts you. “Get on all fours”
You start turning around, the knowledge of his plan for the night tormenting you yet intriguing you. Bringing you to the edge just to stop when you’re about to release.
“Such a good girl” he growls positioning himself behind you and starting to drop his pants.
He places a hand on your back and pushes you down, face on the pillow and ass up in the air.
“Stay still my love”
Then it starts. Torture. Impossible minutes that feel like hours to you, in which all he do is brush the tip of his cock on your wet needy entrance, teasing you, pushing a little just to then slap your ass and start stroking again.
You are a moaning mess, drooling on the pillow as he pushes your head down, still teasing you with his shaft.
“Beg me to take you” he orders.
“My lord! Please i beg you, take me, please”
“Good girl” and without warning he pulls your head up by your hair and enters you completely, making you grasp for air.
You scream a little too loud and he moves his hand on your mouth, covering it up.
“Such a pretty little needy cunt”
He moans while railing you harder and harder from behind.
“Is this what you wanted all evening huh? My dick inside you. To be fucked by your husband? Answer me” he harshly says removing his hands from your mouth and placing them on your hips, keeping you still. You can’t even think straight, you’re trying to bring yourself to talk but his thrusts get deeper and they take your breath away.
“Answer me i said” he asserts and then slaps your butt firmly.
“Yes my lord!” You moan. Feeling yourself getting closer.
“Is this what you were thinking of while you touched yourself? Mh?” He whispers in your ear, driving almost over the edge. You don’t get the chance to release tho, because he suddenly slips away from you, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness and frustration. You feel tears starting to form in your eyes as you lay once again on your back, covering up. You’re frustrated, you need to release and yet he keeps denying you.
“Are you crying my love? Oh so sweet, you can’t take it anymore can you?”
“Stop it Anthony, it’s not funny!”
You’re not enjoying yourself anymore. It’s frustrating and it’s making you feel desperate and needy and ashamed.
He notices, his face softens and he crawls back on top of you, moving a few hairs away from your face.
“I’m sorry i’ve been neglecting your needs this past week my love. I will make it up to you” he says softly brushing the tip of your nose with his own he kissed you softly and slowly started to part your legs again to position himself between them and enter you. He starts slower this time, calmer, leaving kisses all over your face and neck, whispering “i love you’s” in between. Your walls are tight and sensitive around him, he started to pick up the pace eventually and you start to get closer again.
“Do you think you can do it for me just one last time?”
You look at him not really wanting to be denied again but not really wishing to disappoint him either. You nod, accepting to be denied one last time. It is harder than you thought, but Anthony handles it amazingly. He holds you and repeats how much of a good girl you are for him, making it harder to not release.
He sits up on the edge of the bed, making you sit on top of him, pushing is hard erection inside you. Your back touches his chest and your legs are spread while he pounds into you, whispering lewd things in your ear.
You feel the knot of the orgasm coming over, harder and faster than it ever did, after denying it for so long.
One of Anthony’s hands tugging your sensitive nipple while the other starts to circle the soft spot above your entrance.
“Release my love, make a mess”
That drives you over the edge. The strongest, most shattering orgasm you’ve tried till now. Comes in waves and keeps coming for seconds, your walls tighten so much around your husband that he barely contains himself, letting out a groan and releasing inside you.
You both fall down on the bed, unlatching your bodies and just automatically curling up to one another.
“You did amazingly my love” he whispers kissing your forehead.
“Thank you, my Lord. I love you”
“I love you too”
