A Good Wife, Part Two (Erotica)
[Continued from Part 1]
Only a short time later, she heard the front door open and shut, and next the sound of footsteps going from room to room. And then there he was, barely giving her time to register his appearance before he made it clear that they were going to begin, approaching her on quick, certain feet. He stood above her now, glaring down, a look of fury and passion filling his beautiful face.
“First,” Van said, unzipping his fly, “I see that you’ve done a very good job. Everything is spotless. And secondly, I see that the bed is perfectly made as well. So you will get fucked,” he continued, grasping then yanking her nipple clamp’s chain, bringing what was most likely a gasp from her gag-filled lips. Each and every sound she was able to make was muffled, the gag taking away her ability to communicate in words. In truth, though, she loved the gag. In truth, she loved everything her husband did to her, put in her, or said to her, because she knew she was the first one he’d ever done these things with… because she knew how much it turned him on to control her like this… and because showing him her devotion and her submission turned her on an immeasurable amount.
“Now stand up.” Van stood there, his hands on his hips. He was her husband, but he was also a man, a man who happened to have complete power over her at the moment.
Lia rose from her knees, slowly, and gasped again as he shoved the suspenders off of her shoulders, the dildo and plug quickly sliding out of her and falling to the floor.
“Get on the bed. And on your knees, ass in the air.”
Lia did exactly as he ordered her to. As she always did. Because this was one of the best parts of their relationship. She loved serving him, loved doing as he said, and doing so was one of the main ways she showed her devotion and love to this man whom she had married many years ago.
“You think I’m going to praise you for doing as I told you to? I may if you manage to please me exactly as I wish for the remainder of our time together. I may…”
Lia couldn’t help smiling. This was his way of praising her, in actuality – when he told her she had done as he ordered, it meant that he was pleased, even if he didn’t say it in so many words.
And a pleased Van was a happy Van. She knew he was happy now, even if his tone and words said otherwise. Just as she lived to service him in any and every sexual way possible, he lived to order and control her in each and every way. They were a perfect match in that sense, even if no one outside of their sex life could see it. But it didn’t matter to Lia whether other people knew or not. Especially not right now. No, all that mattered at this moment was how long it would be until Van was inside her.
She heard him popping open the bottle of lube, and then she felt the bed shift as he climbed onto it behind her. “Are you ready to get your ass fucked, my slave?”
“Definitely?” And before Lia could even wonder if she’d said something wrong, a heavy smack landed on her left ass-cheek.
“Fuck!” she gasped. It hurt – oh, did it ever! She must have said something wrong. As few words spoken as possible, that was what Van preferred when they were having sex, because he wanted it to be clear to both of them that he was the one in control.
“I’m sorry,” Lia said softly. One more smacks landed on each side of her ass, and then she felt the tip of Van’s cock begin to slide into it. She started moaning as she felt him begin to spread her wide. Lia absolutely loved getting her ass fucked, and luckily for her, it happened quite often. She had been fucked by other men there, too, in front of Van, and even, of course, by a few women. But Van was the one who did it best – he knew exactly how to fuck her ass, how to slide in and out of it in just the right way, how to please her and get her moaning and panting, begging him to fuck her harder – as hard as he could, even.
But, of course, he always started out slow; just a tease, just a few inches of him at a time. It was torture, but deliciously so.
“Now, since you did such a good job on the house, and since you’re being such a good little slut, I will allow you to play with your clit. I’m sure you’ll remember that you aren’t allowed to come until I give you permission to.”
“As you wish, Van.” And Lia brought her fingers to her swollen clit, gasping a little as she began to pleasure herself. Van’s cock was still deep inside her, and the combination of her fingers and his thrusts were already almost too much. But she had to hold off, had to not come. Not yet, or he’d most likely stop fucking her ass – which she really, really didn’t want – and maybe, if he was in the right mood, he’d take out the crop. Maybe, if she came this very second, he would take it to her clit, because that was the worst punishment possible. After all, he just hated it when she came too fast – admittedly, so did she. Not just because of the crop, either. She wanted to please her husband, because doing so pleased her as well. She did, of course, love being teased, too, as Van had been aware since their very first year together.
So she held off, for now, waiting for those lovely words, waited for his voice to give her permission to get off. She knew it would be a good orgasm, because he hadn’t allowed her to come for a number of days. He’d told her she could masturbate on the first two days, and they had fucked a few times between then and now, but she didn’t get to come even once. No, Van was the only one who had gotten off. So now Lia was desperate, almost ready to beg to come. She was close now, too, incredibly close, and incredibly turned on. Whenever Van took away her ability to come, she became almost like a beast, so very hungry for pleasure. Which was, of course, why he did it. He knew that she would be ripe for as many fuckings as possible over the days when he made her hold off. He also knew that it made her next orgasm amazingly intense. And lastly, he did it just to torment her, because that was what he loved to do. And she was more than happy to let him torment her as he wished, as much as he wanted, and even however he wanted.
“Now,” Van growled. He was obviously only moments away from coming, and that word meant she could come now, too. The word had barely left his lips when her orgasm began, and she screamed out her pleasure, screamed out her lust, screamed out for the first time in days. Midway through her orgasm, Van sunk his teeth into her shoulder, making her cries of pleasure mix with cries of pain. But his bite didn’t stop her pleasure, not for a second. No, it only added to it. And then Van removed his teeth, letting out a growl, and then he was coming, too. He still managed to fuck her ass through both of their orgasms, which only made her pleasure last longer. And then he collapsed against her, kissing the nape of her neck, and they were both quiet and still for a few minutes.
“You’re too good to me,” Van said, finally breaking the silence. He pulled out of her, and went to the bathroom to clean up, then came back to the bed, where she now lay on her side, a lazy smile on her face and her eyes shut.
“I’m just the right amount of good to you, my darling.”
Van crawled onto the bed and spooned her, stroking her side as he pressed his relaxed flesh against hers. “I’m only this good to you because you deserve it,” she said with a soft sigh.
“If you say so, Lia, sweetheart.” Van kissed her back a few times, one kiss on each shoulder, one between them, and then one on her neck. “If you say so.”