I make sure to lock the door behind us, and she surprises me by glaring at me. “Take off your clothes.”
I don’t believe anyone has ever ordered me to do that in my life, and for some reason I like how she commands me. For a dominant male to be spoken to that way usually has repercussions, and yet I do as she says, wondering how far I will let this go before I strike back as only I can.
Alice matches me, and as fast as my clothes are shed, hers join mine on the floor until we are standing naked in front of one another, the sexual tension crackling around us filling the air.
“Tell me what you want.”
She whispers huskily, and I point to the floor.
“Get on your knees.”
She says nothing and drops down in front of me, her head bowed like the perfect submissive.
I take a moment to appreciate this side of her, wondering how fast she fell at my command.
“Crawl to me.”
She says nothing and crawls on her hands and knees before me, and I grip her chin and say huskily, “Eyes on me.”
Her face aligns with my cock, and I grip her hair and say roughly, “Take it. Take it hard and deep and suck as if your life depends on it.”
She does as I say, groaning as my cock hits the back of her throat, her desperation hanging heavy in the air as I command her like a common slut.
As I face fuck my wife, it’s as if I’m the most powerful man in the world. She has my heart and my mind, and currently has meby the balls. Whatever she desires will be hers, and she only has to tell me to stop, and I will.
My mind is on fire as I give into the sensation, and as I hover on the edge, I growl sharply and pull away, gripping her hand and tugging her to her feet.
“Tell me to stop.” I command her, and she shakes her head; her eyes glazed with lust.
“No. I want to see the whole of you.”
My blood is on fire as I grip her hard, memories resurfacing, swirling around me like ghosts of my past.
Faceless women, begging me on all fours as I pound into them from behind, their cries of ecstasy echoing around my frozen heart. I was unfeeling, unseeing and only intent on quelling the madness.
“Simeon.”
Her voice commands and I push her against the wall, her back hitting hard as the madness takes over my mind. The screams of my victims drown out her voice, their blood crawling through my veins, staining my soul.
I push up against her neck, images blurring of men I’ve killed, women I’ve fucked, insanity firmly in control. My grip tightening, madness blurring my vision.
“Simeon.”
Her soft voice holds no judgment, merely clawing me back from the abyss, focusing my mind.
A soft hand touches my face, stroking it, calming it, soothing the flames.
Her lips close around mine, breathing fresh life into a jaded soul that charred many years ago. Her soft skin pressing against mine as she whispers, “Let it out, show me who you really are.”
My cock is so hard as it hovers against paradise and as she lies flat against the wall, she edges me nearer to home with her voice.
“I want you, Simeon. I want all of you.”
She cups my balls and glides me home, and the moment I enter her, everything stills.
She kisses my neck, soft, loving almost, and as I push inside, insanity is replaced with a different kind of emotion. One I’m not used to.
“Do you want to hurt me?”
