Soundproof
Unimaginative title aside, I haven't written something smutty in a hot minute, so here's a little something based on a rather spicy dream I had recently...
Warning(s): Coarse language, dom/sub vibes, fingering, edging/orgasm denial, semi-public sex I guess???
House-hunting had turned out to be a lot harder than you’d imagined.
You’d printed out your favourite listings, made Pinterest boards late at night with a glass of wine and subjected Henry to hours of back-to-back interior design and real estate shows. It had been fun at first, the thrill of searching for your forever home, but now on your sixth house, you were beginning to get frustrated. It felt like slowly knitting a patchwork quilt – each house had a little piece of what you were looking for. You just couldn’t get them to knit together.
Sitting at the kitchen table, you scrolled through the images on your phone one last time, sipping your coffee.
“I bet you twenty quid this house isn’t it.”
Henry quirked an eyebrow. “Just twenty?”
“Okay.” You smacked your lips. “Fifty.”
“That’s more like it.”
“What can I say, I’m a woman who knows what she wants.” You shrugged.
“Oh, I know.” He smiled, leaning down to press a kiss into your hair as he joined you at the table. “I have a good feeling about this one though.”
“You’re just saying that to stop me from stressing out.”
“No I’m not.” He leaned back in his chair, softly clicking his fingers to beckon Kal over. “Kal, bark if I’m telling the truth.”
You waited.
Sure enough, Kal barked.
“See? Truth.”
You shook your head, laughing. “I think he’s really barking for your bacon.” You nodded towards Henry’s plate. “The jungle pig’s foraging again, aren’t you?”
Kal nudged your hand as you petted him. Presented with empty palms, Kal trotted over to Henry, sitting patiently by his side, eyes fixed on the hot bacon sandwich that was now in Henry’s hands. Of course, it didn’t take much for him to give in. The wise old bear had learned how to charm him quite easily. Rolling your eyes, you watched as he gobbled up a few torn pieces of bacon and nuzzled further into Henry’s side.
“We said we wouldn’t feed him from the table anymore!”
“I know, but look at that face.” Henry pouted playfully.
“Alright, we’ll let you off this time, buddy. But next time? Bowl.” You booped Kal on the nose and ruffled the fur under his chin. “Okay, we need to get going shortly. Did you text Dany and Leah to let them know you’ll be late?”
“First thing this morning, my love.”
“Good stuff.” You slapped the table and stood up, reaching for the car keys that were hung up on the side of the refrigerator. “I’ll let Kal out and lock up. You fire up the Rover. Catch!”
With the keys caught, Henry headed out the door.
You both felt bad for leaving Kal at home, but you also didn’t want to risk the bear’s boundless energy resulting in broken ornaments and soiled lawns that would ruin the aesthetic for the next potential buyer.
For the sake of privacy, you’d narrowed your search down to homes that exuded suburban comfort. Some were nestled in little countryside nooks, while others sat on tree-lined streets just a few miles from the centre of London. House number six was a red-brick Victorian semi-detached property in Chiswick. You wanted a driveway, this was street parking only. You wanted a separate dining room, this had an open-plan kitchen and dining room. But you were willing to give it a chance.
“Moment of truth.” You sighed, hopping out of the Range Rover, slamming the door a little louder than you’d intended.
The estate agent seemed to appear out of thin air, startling you both.
“Ready for the tour?” She beamed, ushering you inside.
Things were off to a good start. A bright centre-hallway with enough room for the clutter that would surely mount up over time. The living room had the marble fireplace and bay window you’d dubbed as non-negotiable. Three bedrooms, one bathroom, one en-suite. A spare room you could use either as storage space or a cosy home office.
The estate agent led you back downstairs.
Henry stood back and let you do the talking, knowing he couldn’t possibly get a word in once you’d started babbling buzzwords and pacing around the room.
“The living room is really well-appointed, I’m just not sure about the kitchen.”
The estate agent nodded, tapping her pen against her lips. “I’ll give you a few minutes to gather your thoughts.”
The spacious kitchen overlooked the most treasured of all real estate possessions – a south-facing garden. It was easy to imagine Kal rolling on the grass. Garden parties in the summer. Children laughing as they chased each other. You could picture a life here.
Henry’s warmth surrounded you as he slipped his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I’m thinking” you hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck “I like this house.”
“So you admit it.” He grinned. “I was right.”
“Up to now, yes.” You spun around to peck him firmly on the lips. “But don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m still waiting for the wow factor.”
Once again, the estate agent caught you off-guard – and had evidently been listening in.
“Did I hear the words ‘wow factor’? Because I think the next room definitely has it. Follow me.”
She led you through the kitchen, past the mudroom and into the garden. To the left of the patio flagstones, there was a hidden staircase leading to the basement. The steps were just steep enough for you to make a mental note to never go down there after a few glasses of pinot grigio.
“You can access this room from inside, but the garden staircase is a fun addition to the property. Just make sure you watch your step.” She chuckled. “It’s a very large, versatile space. So this could be a wine cellar or even a home gym.”
She was right. With its high walls and concrete floor, it could easily be turned into a recreational space that would suit you both equally. You could tell by the way Henry’s eyes had glazed over that he was already planning where to put his gaming PC and install custom shelving.
You caught the real estate agent’s eye then, inclining your head towards Henry.
“I think you’ve won my husband over. Once he gets his games in here I’ll never see him again!”
She shot you a pleased glance and gestured around the room. “It's also completely soundproof, so the neighbours can't complain about noise from your games – or DIY projects.”
There was an edge to her voice that you didn’t appreciate. She didn’t try to hide the darting glance at Henry’s muscular arms. Giving his hand a squeeze, you pressed into him a little further, speaking emphatically.
“You’ve really thrown it with this room. I think my husband and I just need an extra minute to get a proper look at things, if that’s okay?” Your reply was laced with sweetness, but it was satisfying to watch her stand down.
“Absolutely. Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting upstairs.”
When you could no longer hear her, again you paced the room.
Henry stood with his hands in his pockets, surveying the space. “This would definitely make a good Man Cave.”
You scoffed in amusement. “I thought you’d say that. And you could play all your games without headphones in here, screaming and swearing to your heart’s content.”
Then, Henry smirked. “I could make you scream in here too.”
There it was, that sly glint in his eye that you couldn’t resist.
Your lips quirked up. “Interesting…certainly a lot to think about.”
“Why waste time thinking about it?” He lowered his head slightly, eyes locked with yours, unblinking. “Come here.”
“I don’t think-“ In spite of your protestation, your heartbeat quickened.
His posture changed then, his stance broadening. He wasn’t asking.
“Come here.” He repeated, his voice firm and deep.
You thought then of the disgust – or something like it – you had felt earlier, adding up all the times you’d noticed the real estate agent subtly but shamelessly attempt to flirt with him. He must have felt it too. The fire in his eyes made your breath catch in your throat. This wasn’t spontaneous, this was a lustful act of ownership.
The gap closed between you with the deliberate slowness of a sensual dance. In one swift move, he had you pinned against the wall, his strong hands gripping your hips, pulling you tightly into his growing hardness as he covered your neck with feather-light kisses.
“Henry, I really don’t think we should-“
He hushed you with a searing kiss. It was so easy for him to make you surrender. He was too strong. Your shoulders dropped as you relaxed into him like a ragdoll – his doll to do with as he pleased – eyelashes fluttering, mouth agape as his long fingers brushed along your skirt.
“Fuck.” The word barely escaped your lips as you felt him reach beneath the flowing chiffon, fingertips grazing your thighs. Your eyes closed, head falling back against the cool wall as he teased you over the fabric of your panties. Then –
“No.” He tilted your chin down. “Look at me.”
You didn’t even register the removal of the thin fabric.
His thick fingers plunged into your wetness. One. Two. Caressing your walls in a come-hither motion. You averted his gaze again, your mind blank with pleasure.
“Look at me.” He commanded.
He let out a husky laugh as he watched your breathing grow increasingly ragged at his touch, eliciting gentle moans that became louder and more desperate as he stroked your walls faster.
“Oh God.” Your hips bucked, needing more.
“You’re so wet for me.”
You hummed breathlessly. Every inch of you tingled, the flutter of your impending climax so close to its crescendo as he thrust harder, deeper into you, hitting that sweet spot only he could. Over and over. Relentlessly.
“Fuck, Henry, I’m so close.” You panted, grasping his shoulder. “I’m-“
He paused, slowly, torturously sliding his fingers out with a devilish grin.
“Don’t stop.” You whined. “Please, Henry.”
“I love it when you beg me.” He lilted, teasing your folds again. “Tell me again.”
“Don’t stop.” You were stuttering now, legs shaking as he plunged back into you. “I’m going to come.”
“Tell me again.” He was torturing you. He knew exactly how to tease you to the point of delicious frustration.
“I’m going to come. Please let me-“ you stammered – “I’m-“
He stopped and stood back, scanning you as you trembled against the wall. “We should go back upstairs. Wait until we get home.”
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