Things have been rather rough with William lately. It seems the only thing you two do is fight nowadays whether it’s about bills, work, sex, or rather, lack thereof.
You try your best to please him, you really do. You want to be a good partner and make him happy, but even the simplest things seem to annoy him. But tonight is supposed to be different. You have a surprise for him, one you hope he can appreciate.
You hoped he hadn't noticed the $30 decrease in your joint bank account. You wanted it to be a surprise, but you didn't know if he would even care. You've tried your hardest to set the mood. There were candles everywhere, you'd picked up the house, and you'd bought a nice lingerie set. Hell, you even got the set in purple because it's his favorite color. It could mean a divorce if he ignored you or found something to nitpick about after all this.
You hear the front door open and slam shut, followed by the sound of him stomping in.
“Will, dear, can you come here please?” You shout from your bedroom.
He takes a while to respond and you can only assume he’s getting himself a drink. “What is it?”
“Just come up here.” You can tell by the way he responds to you that he’s in a bad mood, and that alone makes your stomach twist into knots. You start having second thoughts.
You hear him walk upstairs, and you try to calm yourself. You’ve come this far already, you can’t back out now. Just when you think he’s not going to open the door, he does, and you can see him freeze in the doorway. He doesn't say anything and just stands there, taking in the sight of you in purple lace. His eyes trail down your body and linger at your crotch, and the feeling of him eyeing you like a piece of meat sends a shiver down your spine.
He’s quiet and you decide to speak up first.
“Hey, uhm, I know we’ve had our differences recently…and I know you’ve had a long day, so I want to make it up to you.” You mutter out carefully.
He just stares, not saying anything until a small grin creeps up his face. “And you plan to make it up to me by seducing me?”
“Well, yeah. We haven’t had sex in a while and it’s a good stress reliever,” you state matter-of-factly.
He laughs softly and you think for a second that he’s going to reject your advances But you don't have much time to delve into this thought process as he pushes you onto the bed. He wastes no time pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his torso bare and exposed.
William crawls over you, straddling your hips and pinning your arms above your head. He leans down and kisses your lips hard. You can feel him smile against your lips and the way his lips are so cold and rough compared to yours, but it doesn't stop you from kissing him back. He bites your lower lip and tugs on it gently before pulling away.
He lets go of your wrists and trails his hand down to your throat. He grips your neck and you can feel his nails digging into your skin. His hand is so cold, it feels as if someone has placed a metal rod around your throat. His hand is so cold, it feels like someone's placed a metal collar around your throat.
His thumb presses against your jaw and forces your mouth open.
William brings his face close to yours and he licks a line from your chin to the middle of your bottom lip. You feel your face burn with humiliation and you can't help the soft whine that leaves your throat.
"How pathetic," William mutters. "You're so easy."
He squeezes your throat harder and you gasp for air, clawing at his arm weakly.
"You're only good for being a warm hole for me to fuck."
William pulls his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his half-hard dick. He strokes it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
You do as he demands and open your mouth wide. William places the tip of his cock on your tongue and slowly pushes himself further into your mouth.
"Good girl."
You wrap your lips around his dick and start bobbing your head up and down his dick. Your tongue moves in sync with your movements, pressing against the underside of his dick. William has a great dick. Long, not too thick, and cut. It had a nice curve, and it always hit all the right spots.
His breathing grows labored and his hands find their way into your hair. He grips it tightly and uses your hair as leverage to guide your head. You gag a few times and tears start to well in your eyes. "God, you look so fucking pathetic. Look at you, crying with my cock in your mouth."
He lets out a low groan, thrusting his hips forward, giving you a better angle. He grips your head tighter and you feel a sting of pain on your scalp. You try to resist the urge to gag, but you can't help it. Your throat starts to close up, making it harder to breathe.
"Breathe through your nose," he commands, thrusting faster. "You want me, right?"
You attempt to nod but end up failing. Nevertheless, he understands what you're going for and pulls out. He releases his grip on your hair, letting you fall backward onto the bed. William reaches over to the nightstand, grabs the bottle of lube, and squirts some on his fingers. He tosses the bottle to the side and rubs his fingers together, coating them. "Hands and knees." His tone is demanding, leaving no room for argument. You follow his command and flip over, getting on all fours. "Good girl," he praises, rubbing the tips of his lubed fingers against your pussy.
He pushes a finger into your pussy and you can't help but whimper at the feeling. He begins moving it around, adding a second finger soon after. He stretches and scissors his fingers, and you moan as his digits brush up against your innermost parts. You can't stop the loud moans and whines that escape your lips as he fucks you with his fingers. Your thighs shake and you feel heat pool in your gut. "William," you breathe out, your voice quivering. "Fuck me. Please."
William smirks and pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. "What was that?" He taunts. "I didn't quite catch that." He pinches your ass cheek, making you yelp. "Beg for me, baby." He grabs your hips and pulls them back so they're level with his pelvis.
"Oh god, please." You look back at him over your shoulder. "Please, fuck me." You plead, biting your lip. "I need you." You feel him push the tip of his cock against your cunt and you whine. "Please." He pushes himself in and he groans loudly while you try to stifle your moan. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as he stretches you out. It hurts, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure. The feeling of his dick inside of you makes your mind go blank. All you can think about is how good he feels, how good his cock feels, and how good it's going to be when he starts to move. Your walls tighten around him as he bottoms out.
"You're so tight for me, sweetheart," he growls, his nails digging into the skin of your hips. He pulls out almost completely before slamming his dick back inside of you. Your walls tighten around his cock, and the sensation makes him groan loudly.
You let out a loud moan and throw your head back. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you arch your back. He starts thrusting into you, and it's a struggle to stay on all fours. Your arms give out, and you fall face-first into the mattress. He leans down, his chest flush against your back. His thrusts are rough, but he's hitting all the right spots.
"That's it," he growls into your ear, his voice dripping with lust. "Let me fuck you like the dirty slut you are." He bites down on your shoulder, sucking and licking at the mark.
You whine and push back against his thrusts, his balls slapping against your ass. The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing fills the room. You can feel your walls tightening around his cock, and he notices it too. He picks up his pace and starts to ram his cock into you. You cry out, the pleasure starting to become too much. "Fuck, I'm...I'm close." He grunts in response, continuing to pound into you.
You reach an arm under you, your fingers searching for your clit. William grabs your arm and pins it above your head. "You cum when I say you can," he growls. He grabs the back of your head and roughly pulls you back. Your back is arched and he buries his face into your neck, biting down. "I wanna hear you beg for me." He thrusts deep into you, and you let out a cry of pleasure.
"Oh, God, please let me cum," you whimper. "Fuck me. I'm so close. Please." You can barely form a coherent sentence. He groans and thrusts faster, his dick brushing against your G-spot. You moan loudly, the sensation becoming too much.
He gives you the go-ahead with a slap on your ass and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a long, drawn-out moan.
Your legs tremble as you ride out your orgasm, the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You let out a loud whine, and he bites down on your neck again, drawing blood. "Fuck!" He cums inside of you, and you can feel the warm fluid filling you. You let out a content sigh as you relax, your orgasm coming to an end. He pulls out and collapses beside you.
The two of you lay there for a moment, savoring the feeling of bliss. You turn your head and look at him, and you notice the smug grin on his face. "So, did you like your surprise?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. "Did I make you happy?"
He laughs softly, running his fingers through his hair. "Yes, you did. That was very thoughtful of you. And," he pauses, grabbing your hand. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting recently. Work's been tough on me."
You give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand. "Don't worry about it. I understand." You lean over and kiss him, and he pulls you close. "I love you."
"I love you too, sweetheart."
"Can we go shower? You kind of fucked up my makeup," you laugh. You had taken a lot of time to put on the purple eye makeup to match your lingerie set, and now you had ruined it. You wanted to take a shower before the two of you went to sleep, and you had hoped he'd join you. Plus, if you showered together, the two of you could get a second round in before the night was over. It was a win-win situation, in your opinion. You were also hoping for a third round after the two of you went to sleep. After all, William was insatiable. But for now, you would settle for the second round in the shower. If he was willing, that is. "Please?" You pout, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
He rolls his eyes playfully and smiles. "Alright, let's go. You owe me a second round anyway." You chuckle and the two of you head towards the bathroom.
This night had gone better than you could have ever imagined. Who would've known that dressing up in a sexy, purple lingerie set would have turned your husband into a sex-crazed animal?
