***This is a work of fiction. Numerous encounters, thoughts, and actions contributed to this piece. Due to recent events, it’s a bit more realistic/plausible than some of the other pieces I’ve written, which even suprised me as the words poured out. I hope you enjoy this little fragment of my mind, and I’d love to hear what you think!
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“Hiya! You’re back early. I was just about to put dinner on the stove after I finished this-”
Her voice cuts off when she looks at his face, smile slipping as teeth nervously dig into her lower lip. To the outside observer, nothing was amiss. The wife lays on her stomach in one of his huge shirts and a pair of pink panties. Her feet are kicked up in the air as a book lays open on the bed. She is looking over her shoulder at her husband standing in the doorframe. The husband is taking his tie off after putting his briefcase down. Smiling. Relaxed.
She sees a different world.
The promises that hide within his gaze tells a completely different story.
“You finished what baby? I’d love to see.” He says as he calmly walks towards the bed. Peering over her shoulder, he brushes her hair out of her eyes and places a gentle kiss against her temple. He methodically runs his fingers through her hair as they talk, a gesture that usually puts her at ease.
Usually.
“I-It’s a picture I started working on when I came home. See um…it has pretty balloons and and um kittens and…yeah”
She tries to hide her blushing, nervous face, but he gently grabs her chin and turns her face back to his. Looking deeply into her eyes so she doesn’t doubt his sincerity he says “you’ve put a lot of work into this darling. It really is beautiful”
She beams at him and the nervousness starts to slip away until he takes the picture from her hands. He sits on the edge of the bed, running his index finger along the details of the picture.
“Such a pretty picture made by such a pretty girl. You’ll finish this later tonight yes?” He says.
“Yes” she replies, whisper soft.
Still looking intently at the picture, his voice drops slightly, “You see I have a little problem kitten. Do you know what my problem is?”
Her spine stiffens.
“N-No Sir. Did you have a bad day at work?”
He takes his time before responding, gently placing the picture on their bedside table and taking a sip of her water before murmuring “Position 4 darling”.
She scrambles into position, kneeling with knees touching and spine straight. Her weight shifts so she sits on her heels, and her hands rest against her thighs, palms open towards him.
“Eyes” he says, allowing a small smirk to grace his face at how quickly she follows.
While casually examining his fingernails he says “You see… I was led to believe that dinner would be served on the dining room table when I got back from work-”
“But Si-”
His hand moves before she can even see it, slapping her cheek. She yelps, more from suprise than pain.
“Tsk. I don’t think I was asking you a question darling. Now. Please, do let me continue.
I come home from a wonderful day at work, ready to share some big news with my wife over dinner. But what’s this? No food on the table, nothing on the stove, and my wife. Laying on the bed, too lazy to even-”
Eyes wide in alarm, she reaches her right hand towards him.
“No! Sir I-”
Thwack
The slap is quicker this time. Harder. She bites her lip hard in order to silence any defenses.
He runs his hand through her hair, speaking softly “My my, you seems to be having SUCH a hard time remembering your rules tonight. Aren’t you baby?”
This time his question is met with silence, her tongue seemingly too heavy with dread and nerves to move.
His eyes narrow. His soft hand slips down to hold her chin once more. He moves her chin from one side to the other. Appraising her.
“She speaks when she’s not spoken to and refuses to respond to a direct question.” He sighs. “Let’s try this again”
He grabs her face in one of his large hands, squeezing her cheeks together and giving her a level stare. His voice drips with condescension as he speaks to her.
“Are you having trouble with your words tonight little one?” He says in a patronizing voice “Are. You. Having. Trouble?” He speaks to her as one speaks to a puppy or toddler, slapping her face in rapid succession between words. She jumps to respond, both unwilling to make the same mistake twice and unable to keep the snark out of her voice.
“My words are just fine Sir you just didn’t give me time to defend myse-”
Her words are halted by a warm hand on her throat, mockingly mimicking a loving embrace as it squeezes her close. It temporarily steals away both her words and her viciousness as her eyes glaze over.
He loves seeing her like this. Loves watching her body lose its fight as it sags under the weight of the world. Letting everything go and completely focusing on him.
He let’s go too, watching the glazed look shift to hunger as his hand releases. He smirks at the subtly curling toes and slight shift in weight. She’s so cute when she thinks she can get away with things.
“Correct your position little one. Now. I won’t ask again and you’ve already broken position once tonight”
The unconscious shifting stops. Everything is put back in place and she is completely still. A statue of submission, even holding her breath as she awaits his next command.
“Open” he says as he taps the outside of her knees. She spreads her legs as wide as possible, flinching as she does so. Knowing she’ll be unable to hide the truth. A truth he already knows. He can read her like a book.
“Soaked” he murmurs as he looks down at the pink fabric covering her core. The dark pink circle is undeniable evidence.
He reaches down and cups her over the cloth, feeling her clit’s pulsing need against his palm. Not rubbing or pressing. Just a teasing presence.
He reaches up with the other hand to grab her chin once more, softer this time. He tilts her head down, gently placing a kiss on her forehead, followed by both cheeks. One cheek is cool to the touch, the other feels as if it were just scorched by a flame.
“Eyes down.” he says as he reaches into his pocket. “We’ll use a coin to decide what’s next. If you win, the choice is yours. If I win, it’s mine. It will be of pleasure or pain and it will need to meet my standards. Don’t think you can go easy on yourself. Heads or tails darling?. Take your pick.”
“Heads” she says in a whisper, just sneaking past suddenly dry lips. She licks them once before biting down in nervous anticipation.
The sound of metal against fingernail seems amplified in the otherwise silent room. Though she was waiting for it, the thwack of his hand against the opposing forearm makes her jump slightly. A low chuckle meets her ears.
“Better luck next time darling.”
He turns on his heels, seeking out something from another portion if the room. She heard the sound of multiple drawers opening and closing before he returns. He fiddles with something just outside the edge of her peripheral vision. A small shift on the bed next to her is the only indication that anything has changed.
He tucks a finger under her chin raising her gaze once more.
“You will keep your eyes on me for the entire time. You will not break position. I will start over at every slip. Understood?”
She nods and he kisses her deeply before pulling back. An item is placed against her clit. A low buzzing fills the air and her face crumples.
Pleasure. He chose pleasure. He is ruthless with pleasure.
She would have chosen pain. He chooses to have mercy when it comes to pain…sometimes.
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She sets the table on shaky legs that still haven’t fully recovered. Long periods of edging can do that to a woman.
He had given her ever increasing intervals of pleasure…
…until she’d closed her eyes and squeezed them tightly shut.
She almost cried when he started over.
She sits down beside him now, looking down at the warm and delicious plate of rice in front of her. Picking up her spoon, she tries to think of anything that will calm her mind down.
He grabs her hand, squeezing it tight with a smug smirk that banishes all thoughts of anyone or anything else. It was a wasted effort anyway.
She does her best to smile back at him as she focuses on not rubbing her thighs together. The smile is wobbly at best.
As he let’s go of her hand to start eating his own meal she wonders, how long will it be?
How long until he will let me fall apart once more?
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a1ycif/the_softspoken_dominant_mfbdsm