Category: eroticliterature

He sent me a text letting me know he was on his way home.
“You need to be on your knees when I walk through the door.” 
I got butterflies as I knew I was going to be used when he got home. I knew I had about forty-five minutes before he was home, so I decided to make myself up a little. I got in the shower and shaved my body bare, exfoliated, the whole deal. I didn’t get dressed right away, I had no idea if he wanted me naked, in lingerie, or if he wanted me in an outfit. So I decided to put on a nice red lace push up set that made me feel incredible. I looked at the clock and saw I still had about ten minutes before he should be home, so I threw on a bright red lipstick to complete the makeup I still had on from earlier this morning. As I traced the lipstick over my lips, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and think of his thumb running over them. I grabbed a few toys, and made my way to the living room to sit and wait for my husband to get home and see me sitting pretty, just like he told me to. I do what I’m told. 
Right on time, he walked in the door and as soon as he laid eyes on me, he slammed the door behind him, threw his keys on the counter and walked over to where I sat. I was on my knees, hands on my thighs, ready for my next command. 
“Get up.” He says with anger behind his words.
I made a slight squeal as he grabbed my face to pull me off the ground to my feet. 
“I had a long day at work, and I am going to make sure you know how stressed I am. Follow me.”
I trailed along behind him and couldn’t resist a smile and giggle. He brought me to our spare bedroom, which we had put in a sex bed, and had an arrangement for all of our toys and play equipment. Our “playroom” if you will. I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do now, as he was just standing facing the door with his head resting on it not saying a word. I knew I was about to have a very wild evening. 
“Sit down and do not speak unless I ask you a question. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” My voice is nothing more than a whimper. 
He walked over to me, undoing his belt. I thought he was taking his pants off, but he only removed his belt. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me with anger in his eyes, anger that I recognized. This was not regular anger, it was an anger that was not directed at me, but was going to be taken out on me. I lived for this. I longed for the burning anger that made my legs weak and my head swim. His anger was not something I feared. I wanted the anger. 
“Get your ass over here, now.” He said sternly. 
I walked over to him, and he harshly bent me over his lap. I could smell the sweet scent of the leather belt he had in his hand, patiently waiting for him to use it on me.
Crack.
Crack. 
I let out a small whimper as the belt came into contact with my ass. I wanted more. I wanted him to hit me a thousand times. I never wanted it to stop. 
Crack. 
“Stand up.” 
I complied. I stood, feeling the heat of where the belt had slapped against my skin. He walked over to the closet. He opened it, rummaging through the drawers, searching for something specific. After a full minute of searching, he found the whip he was searching for. He walked back over to me, giving me several lashes across my stomach. The stinging sensation was so intense, and I craved it. I never wanted it to end. Crack after crack, leaving my stomach bright red. It nearly matched my lingerie set. 
He grabbed a blindfold, and placed it tightly around my eyes. He left the room and came back shortly. I could smell the scent of his cologne, feeling as if I could get drunk off his scent. But then I suddenly smelled something fruity. Strawberry? I couldn’t quite tell, it was faint. But it wasn’t long before I figured out the scent. I was right, fresh strawberries. 
“Open your mouth.” Again, I complied. Opening my red traced mouth, he placed a strawberry in my mouth and I bit down on it, the crunch sending chills down my spine. I then heard him eat one, smelling it as he chewed it. His mouth was closer to mine than I thought. I could feel his breath on my forehead, it was warm and smelled of fruit. I hear receding footsteps as he walks back to the drawers of toys, having no idea what he was grabbing. He walks back over, and pulls my hands roughly behind me, restraining them in a silk tie. He tied them so tight it pinched my skin, but I wasn’t even thinking about that. He put his hand around my throat, and pushed me against the wall with force. I smiled and never wanted him to let go of my neck. 
He came in close, his voice a stern whisper.
“Get on your fucking knees.” 
I felt my lips tremble as I kneeled in front of him. I had no idea what to expect next. 
I heard the hiss of an aerosol can, and felt cold trailing across my chest. I’d know that scent anywhere, anyone would. Whipped cream. His warm tongue gently slipped across my chest and I was almost trembling from the suspense. He then pulled my red laced bra down off my breasts, not removing the bra fully. Only enough to expose my nipples. He ran his tongue along the entirety of my chest and neck, never touching my nipples. He would get close, but wouldn’t actually touch his tongue directly on them. Every time he got close, I let out a small gasp. The suspense was killing me. I was eagerly wanting him to touch me all over, with more than just his tongue. My breathing was getting faster, my heart racing. When his tongue finally was on my nipples, I couldn’t control the slight moan I let out. 
He stopped. 
“Stand up. Now.” 
I rose to my feet, almost sad he stopped. He took the blindfold off and looked into my eyes with anger. 
“I thought I told you not to speak unless I asked you a question. Didn’t I?”
I didn’t know if I was supposed to respond, or if he was not actually asking me for a response. 
“I didn’t say anything sir, it was only a moan. I couldn’t help it.” I said, taking the chance he was asking for a response.
He grabbed my throat once again, bringing his head closer to mine. 
“Do not make another sound unless I tell you to.”
I nodded my head, my body trembling. 
“Good girl.”
He walked out of the room, signaling for me to follow him. I walked behind him, my breasts still exposed and my hands still restrained. He walked into the kitchen and bent me over the counter. I was expecting him to thrust himself into me, but he didn’t. 
Slap. 
Slap. 
He slapped my ass with his bare hands until both of my ass cheeks were bright red and I almost couldn’t feel it anymore. I winced in pain as each slap landed. 
“Maybe next time you won’t speak unless spoken to.”
I could feel my heart racing in excitement as he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back upright. 
“I’m going to go take a shower. I want you waiting for me on the bed, completely naked when I get out. Do you understand me?”
“Yes sir.” I said, my voice small.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” He said walking closer to me, staring me down with his terrifyingly intense blue eyes. 
“Yes sir.” I said, more power behind my voice. 
He walked away, and when I heard the shower turn on, I made my way back to the playroom. He didn’t untie me, so I had to untie myself which was a bit of a task. After freeing my hands, I put everything back where it was supposed to go, and I made my way to our bedroom. I slipped off my lace set, reapplied my lipstick, and ran a brush through my hair. I laid on the bed, propped up on one elbow and patiently waited for his return. 
After about five or so minutes, he returned in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, hair roughed up from the shower. He didn’t fully dry himself, so I could see the beads of water on his skin. He looked me up and down, and walked over to me. He planted a small kiss on my forehead. He climbed onto the bed, not removing his towel beforehand.
“Get on my lap.” 
I sat up and got onto his lap like he said. He sat up slightly, and began kissing me passionately. As the minutes went on, he started running his hands along my body, taking his time with each touch. I could feel how hard he was underneath me, over the towel. That towel was the only thing stopping intercourse. I hated that towel in that moment. He began kissing my neck and chest, not leaving any part untouched. I wanted him so bad, and I knew he wanted me. 
He put his hand around my throat yet again, with a grip so strong my vision started to have black spots in it. I wanted him to grab harder. 
“Use your mouth.” He said. I knew what he wanted. 
I began to make my way down his chest, leaving a trail of red kiss marks. I removed the towel to reveal his incredibly hard dick, and I opened my mouth and started to get to work. I could feel his dick getting harder with every tongue flick, with every thrust of my mouth, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I wanted him inside me so bad. In a sense he was inside me already. I was using both my mouth and my hands in unison, with every thrust was a slight twist of my hands. I grasped his balls in my hand and massaged them gently while his dick was in my mouth, feeding off the slight moans he gave out. 
“Stop.” He said after a few minutes. 
He grabbed my face and pulled me back up and started kissing me once again. I desperately wanted him inside me, but I was told not to speak unless spoken to. So I let just let him lead, hoping that time was coming soon. He pushed me onto my back, and started to kiss my body, making his way down to my sweet spot. He kissed my thighs, running his tongue along all the contours of my legs. He really understood how to get me hot and bothered. I knew he couldn’t hold off for much longer. 
Then he finally started running his tongue along my vagina, varying the pressure he was using. I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans, and he picked up the pace. He then started fingering me as he licked me up and down, my back arching with pleasure. I knew I was reaching orgasm, and so did he. Every time I was close, he backed off, edging me more and more. My heart was beating so quickly, and my body was shaking. 
“Don’t cum until I say you can.” He told me in between his handy work. 
“Mmhmm.” This was more noise than words, as I had been told several times to not speak unless spoken to. 
“Good girl.”
He stopped, came up to me, and started kissing me. He told me to lay on my stomach, so I turned over.
And that is where the fun started