I was finished entertaining her stubbornness. My patience had run out; I wanted her obedient, amiable, to offer the kind of compliance I craved. Traits I knew she didn’t possess but looked forward to instilling in her. Her spirit was untamed and reckless. Her defiance ingrained. Still, I relished the challengeof shaping her, certain that, in the end, she would come to crave my approval. When I was through, she would be at my mercy, desperate for my attention, begging for even a moment of acknowledgment.
Leaning close, I whispered low as I licked her earlobe, “Thank you for disobeying me.”
She stiffened.
Lightly pushing her, she lost her balance and fell back onto the bed, and I sure as hell didn’t waste a single minute, spreading her thighs as I smirked. “Now I’m going to teach you a lesson you will never forget.”
Before she could utter a comeback, I dropped to my knees, and my mouth latched onto her clit.
She screamed, and her body arched against my mouth, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. The sound was pure, unadulterated sensation, a testament to the power I wielded over her. Her nails dug into my expensive sheets, a desperate attempt to anchor herself, but there was no escape from the storm I was about to create.
I traced the slick path of her pleasure with my tongue, teasing, tormenting, each movement designed to drive her deeper into the abyss of her own desire. I watched her face, the contortions of ecstasy, the raw hunger in her eyes, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my bones, she was mine. This was the moment I had been waiting for—the moment she finally surrendered, not just her body, but her will, to me.
Giving her body no quarter, I was relentless as I held her cunt tight to my face, licking, sucking, biting my way through her defiance. When I was done with her, she would know exactly who was in charge.
She went taut, her body covered in a sheen of sweat as her hands gripped my hair tightly. I knew she was close, but I refused to give her what her body desired.
Pulling back, I ordered, “No.”
She looked down at me, her face flushed as she gasped, “What?”
Smirking, I ignored her and lowered my head once more.
Her climax built again, a fragile crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter the delicate control she maintained. Her breath came in ragged pants, her body trembling with an intensity that was almost painful to witness.
And when she was right on the precipice, I stopped again.
“SON OF A BITCH!” she roared, and I chuckled.
Her fury was a wild thing, a desperate roar clawing its way out of her ravaged composure. Her hands, still gripping my hair, tightened with a force that would have made any other man flinch. But I was not any other man. I met her gaze, my own burning with a possessive fire, and felt the fleeting tremor of her pleasure recede from her body, a testament to my absolute dominion. I wanted her to feel every inch of that pain, to be consumed by it, to finally grasp the power I held over her.
“Lesson number one,wife,” I growled, my voice a low rumble that vibrated against her skin. I pulled back again, letting her writhe with the unmet need, the desperation in her eyes a delicious torment. “Obedience.”
Her body was a taut string, humming with unreleased tension, and I was the maestro, orchestrating her every sensation. The struggle in her eyes, the fight between her defiance and the raw, undeniable craving, was intoxicating.
I watched as she struggled to breathe, her chest heaving, her face a mask of frustration and raw, exposed want.
“I fucking hate you!” she roared again, the words laced with a potent mix of anger and a surrender she fought tooth and nail.
I merely chuckled, the sound a dark promise in the charged air. I would break her, piece by exquisite piece, until she beggedfor my touch, until her every thought, every beat of her heart, was mine.
Tightening my grip, I quickly flipped her over and onto her stomach. The sudden lurch caused her to cry out once more just as my hand firmly slapped the soft cushion of her ass. At that, she did cry out, reaching for the sheets—anything to get away from me. But I was stronger. I could have told her that fighting me was futile, because in the end, I always got what I wanted.
Grabbing her hips, I yanked her back toward me, spreading her creamy cheeks before I speared my face once more into her depths. From this angle, I had a better advantage and didn’t waste it. Plunging my middle finger into her tight cunt, I spat on her tight, puckered hole before slipping my thumb into her ass.
She cried out as I slowly stood before leaning over her. “Tell me,wife, shall I show you what I can do to you from this position?”
Her breath hitched, a strangled sound that was swallowed by the sheer force of my will. The sheer audacity of my question, spoken with a predator’s certainty, hung in the air between us. I felt her body tremble around my fingers; the subtle tremor of a body pushed to its absolute limit. Her mind might be screaming defiance, but her body—oh, her body was starting to betray her in the most exquisite ways.
“Tell me,” I repeated, my voice a low, guttural rumble that promised an answer she couldn’t afford to refuse. I watched as her eyes fluttered shut, a silent battle waging within her. The fight was still there, a flicker of rebellion in the tight set of her jaw, but it was being slowly, irrevocably, eroded by the pleasure I was so expertly crafting. The air in the room grew heavy, thick with her unspoken desires and my calculated control as I flicked my middle finger inside her quivering pussy before digging my thumb deeper.
Her response, when it finally came, was a choked whisper, barely audible above the thrum of my own pulse.
“Yes,” she finally conceded, the single syllable a surrender that resonated through me like a victory. A slow, satisfied smirk spread across my lips as I tightened my grip, pulling her closer, her body now fully aligned with my every command.
The lesson had truly begun.
Standing behind her, I didn’t give her room to think as I quickly undid my pants, letting them fall around my ankles before kicking them away. My briefs were next, and when I stood behind her, one thumb in her ass, my middle finger still in her cunt, I simply said, “You may not come until I say so.”
