by Zoey Marcel
He pulled out a beautiful white halter-style dress with golden flowers all over it. It was a breathtaking gown, but still, what the hell was he thinking trying to stuff her into a casserole-cooking role? He really needed to be bitch-slapped.
“What do you think of this dress? Isn’t it beautiful?” he asked with so much happiness all over his face she didn’t have the heart to tell him he was a dick.
“It is. It looks like something Grace Kelly would’ve worn.” She would have loved to try such a lovely dress on, but doing so for the grunting ape man probably wasn’t a very good idea.
Ben was beaming. “I know. I love it. She was so classy and feminine, the ideal woman.”
Jill was too pissed off to recognize how hurtful that comment was, but he didn’t look like he meant it as an insult. “Yeah, and Cary Grant was the ideal man, classy and a gentleman who knew how to treat a lady.”
Ben nodded. “He was. It was such a great era.”
Damn it, that was supposed to be an insult to him, but he up and agreed with her.
“Try this on, babe, and these shoes.” He laid the flowing dress in her arms and handed her the open-toed gold heels to match.
She stared at her starry-eyed husband in astonishment. He’d lost his fucking mind. There was no other explanation for it.
“Please, Jill,” he whispered as his hand groped his crotch. “I need to see you in it. I need that real bad.”
The sight of him touching himself and the crazed look of hunger in his eyes made her wet and a little worried. He really did have a fetish with the 1950s and spanking. There was no other explanation for that crazy, hedonistic look on his face.
“You can do it, babe,” he whispered in a raspy hush. “Just take off your top and bra and put that pretty dress on for Daddy. Do this for me, Jill.”
Jill set her armload of things down on a chair and slowly pulled her top off over her head as she faced him. Her heart beat like hell and she couldn’t stop shaking with concern and some weird-ass form of anticipation over his reaction when he saw her embody the fetish he fantasized about.
“Now the bra,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bulge in his jeans even tighter.
The provocative sight made her slit ooze with wanton thirst. She grimaced when drops of her cream fell from her folds and landed on the carpet. The wild flash of heat in his eyes told her he’d seen it.
“Your pussy is dripping, Jill.” He made no addition to the accusation, merely waited for her to finish undressing.
She unclasped her bra and her breasts bounced free to feed his lewd gaze. The deep grunt that rumbled in his chest and the frantic way he rubbed his groin made her body feverish. Her cunt emitted more cream that dripped from her body.
“Fuck,” he breathed, looking as though he just might attack her like a horny beast on the spot. “Put the heels on first. Stand up slowly when you’re done putting them on and throw your hair back like a filthy girl.”
Her body detonated with fiery explosions of uncontrollable needs she couldn’t understand, though the trembling likely stemmed from sheer consternation.
Jill cautiously stepped into the shoes and fastened them around her ankles. She moved slowly from the bent-over position and came back up into a standing one, tossing her brown curls and waves back with a sudden movement of her head. The act made her feel like a sinful exotic dancer, and she smiled with approval when she saw Ben’s satisfied smile.
“Now the dress.” He popped open the top two buttons on his fly just enough so he could cram his hand down his pants and play with himself.
The sight of him masturbating excited her sexually, but that feral, starved look in his eyes scared the crap out of her. He wanted this too much. “Ben, you look like a crazy man.”
His eyes only got scarier like he was a sex fiend, and he undid another button on his jeans. “Put the damned dress on. Please.”
Role play she could handle, but this was more than that, wasn’t it?
She put the dress on over her head and got it fitted and fastened properly. The gown really was a beauty with its form-fitting bodice and its halter-style neckline that showed off her cleavage. The skirt portion flowed and flounced full and feminine, only exposing the diamond shape of her calves. The tall heels gave her added height, though not enough to intimidate the towering psycho drooling over her.
“Look at you,” he breathed in awe. “You’re fucking perfect.”
The compliment and the sudden warmth of adoration in his eyes touched her. Perhaps this wasn’t so bad.
And then Ben got the crazed basket-case look in his eyes again as he closed the all-too-short distance between them and took her by the hand. He walked with her a few feet before stopping and pushing her to her knees.
She swallowed when she saw the carnal demands in his smoldering, dark eyes as he freed the remaining buttons on his fly. He gingerly held a hand over his massive cock as he shoved the pants down his legs, exposing the angry beast that seemed just as wild and out of control as he was.
He stood before her naked save for the jeans puddled around his ankles. She’d been right earlier. He’d gone commando.
He stroked his shaft into an even bigger erection and presented the pre-cum-laden, mushroomed head to her. “Suck it, babe. Be a good little wife and suck your husband’s dick.”
He gently guided her head to it, and she parted her lips and accepted his determined cock into her mouth. The heady scent and potent taste of his masculine lust overwhelmed her. His penis was impossibly stiff and the pre-cum kept drizzling onto her tongue, awakening her taste buds to the erotic feast mingling sexually with her saliva.
Ben’s breathing turned harsh and ragged as she suckled him gently, lavishing the head and his shaft with hot, devoted licks of her slick tongue. He pulled her off his length and lightly pushed her face into his crotch, smothering her with his squishy scrotum and wiry pubic hair.
His hands worked open her dress as she licked timidly at his heavy balls, feeling excited and nervous. Her bodice gaped open and he pushed it down her chest, exposing her bountiful breasts to him.
“Suck my balls, Jill, and rub my taint.” He put pressure on the back of her head so her nose drowned in the fleshy mass of his testes as he guided her hand around him to rub his perineum. “Don’t hold back with me. Give me everything. It’s my right.”
Her breasts swelled and heated over his order as she took one of his balls into her mouth and sucked. Her tits felt full and heavy as he groped them with one hand while holding her head in place with the other. His turgid penis rested against her face while she pleasured his testicles and rubbed his taint in sensual circles.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that,” he lulled with a deep, wanton groan. “Mmm. So good.”
Her stomach knotted and fluttered with butterflies at his intoxicating words.
Ben moved her and fed her his erection again, moaning when she sucked him vigorously. He started to meet the suction with steady thrusts of his hips, crowding his nuts into her willing palm when she played with them.
A frenzied rush of alarm spiked through her when he fisted her hair and began to piston swiftly back and forth in her mouth, seeking his own release. His massive girth and excess length were an incentive for gagging.
“Shh. No, no. Don’t gag. Open your throat and breathe for me,” he crooned, massaging her bare shoulder. “You were meant for this, Jill. You were meant to be deep-throated by your husband, and someday you will be. For tonight just take me in as far as you can tolerate, but know this, love, when you’re trained you’ll take as much of my cock as I want to give you.”
Trained? Oh my god!
The words petrified her as equally as they thrilled her. She did her best to focus on deep breathing and relaxing her throat for him. His erection didn’t go down her throat thankfully, but whenever the crown brushed against her uvula it made her gag.
“My sweet little wife,” he rasped. “Hold still.”
Ben pulled out of
her mouth and jerked his throbbing cock to the explosion he craved. He ejaculated all over her naked breasts, roaring with pleasure. His hard panting sounded X-rated, and he got a savage look in his lust-crazed eyes when he saw his cum splattered all over her bare breasts.
“Look at you,” he whispered as he snaked his fingers through her hair in a gentle caress while trying to catch his breath. “My little cum slut.”
Liquid heat flowed from her needy pussy over the degrading name. Her heart rate picked up when he yanked her to her feet and then scooped her into his arms like characters in an old movie. He came down hard with her on top of the bed and mauled her mouth with a savage intensity that shook every erogenous zone on her body awake.
He didn’t even seem to mind that his semen smeared on his chest when he covered her body with his. He flipped her dress up and went down on her.
Jill cried out softly as he lapped up her cream and devoured her pussy. His tongue lashed violently at her throbbing clit and he sucked her swollen labia, making obscene slurping and sucking noises that only made her cream harder.
“You want it, don’t you, my hot little wife?” His timbre was husky and beaten as he burned her eyes with his. “My tongue.”
“Yes,” she breathed, shaking uncontrollably. “Please. I need it so bad.”
He flipped her over onto her stomach and pushed the folds of her dress up her back. “On your ass.”
She gasped. “Ben—aah!”
His soft, firm lips planted a loving kiss on her still-sore bottom and then he divided her ass cheeks.
Her body quaked and sweated with uncertainty and morbid curiosity. “Ben, I—”
“You want this, Jill. I know you do.” He pecked her anus with a featherlight kiss, tearing a startled gasp from her. “This is the kind of freaky shit you read about and get off on, isn’t it? Your tight little body aches to be overpowered and used. Your little clit swells and pleads until you rub the ever-living shit out of it.”
She gasped and tensed, feeling aroused by the hot, velvety caress of his wet tongue on her quivering asshole.
“You touch yourself and fantasize about this kind of thing. I know because I read your diaries while we were separated, as you already know.” Two of his fingers speared into her soaked channel and his wayward thumb made thrilling circles all over her needy clitoris. “You cream like a whore, imagining being treated like one. You whimper and shake with needs you can’t understand. But I do, babe. I understand because unlike you I don’t hide my desires under a blanket of denial.”
He was getting way too profound and probing for her liking in between gently laving her puckered anus.
“But I won’t let you hold back with me anymore. I shouldn’t have to have read your diaries and all your erotic books to learn what you really need.”
His eyes rebuked her when she glanced back at him in embarrassment, but his amused smile had her blushing and turning her head away from him again.
“You should have told me, Jill. You should have told me that you wanted to be held down and made to surrender. That you ache with fascination over the idea of a total power exchange, to quote your own words from your diary.”
She couldn’t breathe. He knew everything. All her secret desires and her taboo needs. She wanted to run and hide from him to keep something back for herself. Something she could tempt and control him with, but he wouldn’t let her.
“They scare you, don’t they—your desires? You’re worried I’m going to change you, erase who you are by controlling you.”
This was too much, too personal. “Ben—”
“I’m talking, Jill.”
She whimpered, trying to center herself in the tug o’ war of probing words and hot licks on her anus.
“I don’t want to change you, Jill. I just want to give you what you need.” His voice changed to a lethal hush. “You should have told me exactly what you needed when I asked you, instead of running to Judah for it and sharing your fantasies with him.”
For the love of god, Ben couldn’t get through a single day without throwing that name back up in her face, could he?
“Well, I’ve got news for you, little wife.”
Jill flinched and stifled a yelp when he brought his hand down hard on her ass. She shivered when he split her buttocks again and she felt the humid heat of his breath basking her anus.
“It’s not his tongue on your pretty little asshole, and it never will be,” he vowed with deadly determination. “It’s mine, every part of you, and you won’t ever hold back with me or shut me out again. I won’t let you, and I won’t hold back with you either.”
She lost her breath and whimpered soft, tiny pleas as he tongued her hole in between talking. His fingers slowly fucked her pussy again and his thumb teased her moist nubbin, but he wouldn’t let her come until he was ready.
“I want to know you, Jill. I mean really get to know you. I want to know what scares the shit out of you most, what your dirtiest fantasy is, and what token of affection would touch you more than anything. I want to fill and stretch your tight asshole with my big nasty cock and fuck you with it hard until you’re gasping and blubbering for release.”
Her cunt washed his fingers with the liquid proof of her undeniable lust over his lascivious promise.
“I’m going to fill your ass with my cum, and you’re going to feel how hot it is when it comes out of my body, how messy it is.”
He pushed his tongue into her hole with a feral grunt that inflamed her. The wet strokes of his deviant tongue had her mewling with erotic confusion and clawing at the covers for the relief he denied her. His tongue ejected from her ass with a wet slurp that sounded dirty and sinful. His satisfied groan sounded deep and manly as he plunged his fingers into her soaked depths.
“I’m going to fill you like the blood that flows through your veins,” he murmured in a searing hush that was sexy as hell. “I’m going to pulse inside your body like the intimate beating of your heart. I’m going to touch the very deepest places inside you and consume you like the Holy Spirit.”
She gasped and threw a stunned glance over her shoulder.
He smiled without looking at her and then kissed the soft, fleshy warmth of her butt cheek. “Yes, love. I’m speaking of sacred things while licking your ass. I want to be as close to you as the one who created you. I want to know you better than anyone, and as your husband I have a right to.”
Jill cried out when he ruthlessly tongued her anus and then crammed the slippery appendage into her private hole and rimmed her with invasive swirls of his tongue. She panted and whimpered, trying to understand it all as he tongue-fucked her ass and finger-fucked her pussy while his thumb humped her swollen clit.
“Scream,” he growled.
The thrusts of his tongue became violent and she slipped into a maddening haze of confusion and want. The intensity of her orgasm nearly killed her. She screamed into the covers and writhed against the instruments of his body that dictated her pleasure, her dark surrender. It startled and catapulted her higher when she felt slick flesh being gripped by her clenching ass. His tongue.
His deep, masculine grunt said he was as excited by her frantic hold on his tongue as she was. Her cunt clamped onto his digits and her sizzling release washed over his fingers, betraying her sheer delight in her husband’s dominant, possessive touch.
The weapons of mass destruction abandoned her orifices as she lay there trembling and struggling to breathe.
“Fuck. That was amazing. I’m still hard.”
She panicked inside. If he took her now when she was this high he’d have her, probably forever, and he’d likely end up gaining her subservience in all areas.
Never.
“Ben, you’re going to kill me. That was incredible, but I need a break and a shower.” She sounded breathless as she rolled over to look at him.
Ben looked like he wanted to ravish her in some dark, forbidden way again, but he didn’t. “I guess that was a lot to take in at once, hu
h?”
She nodded. “I liked it, though.”
Oh crap, did I just say that?
He smiled big at this. “So did I. We should shower and then sit down and have an actual discussion about what you saw earlier. No fighting or fucking, just a man-to-woman talk about our future and how things are going to be from now on.”
Her eyes widened at the finality that rang in his words.
“Relax. Don’t look so scared.” He grinned and petted her thigh. “It’ll be all right. You can shower first if you like.”
“You go ahead. I still have to get this dress off.”
“All right. Thanks.” He got up and grabbed his clothes before heading down the hall.
Jill went downstairs and washed his cum off her breasts at the kitchen sink. She patted them dry with a paper towel and stood there in complete shock. What the hell just happened between them? He wanted to talk afterward and lay down the law.
No. That couldn’t happen. She enjoyed having freedom and running amok like an independent career woman.
Although highly inquisitive about the little black box in the living room that contained her supposed Consideration Collar, she couldn’t stand waiting around for her oppressive husband to come out and tell her how he wanted it, and then strangle the crap out of her with some “get in the kitchen, woman” token of chauvinism.
She adjusted her dress and grabbed a wooden spoon before walking out the front door. This new dark side of her husband was frightening and fiercely titillating. He’d completely lost it in bed and she’d lost all control to him.
Even now her body ached and burned for him. There was even a small part of her that nearly got off on the idea of tearing her clothes off and falling at his feet in worship. A strange, bat-shit crazy side of her that fought like a lion to get to the surface so she could call Ben Master and lie there in a naked, writhing mess as he had his filthy way with her.
What the fuck is happening to me?
Jill walked faster, scared to death of her psychotic man and herself. She clutched the wooden spoon tighter as she headed across town. Talking could happen later if she found the strength to face him again after he’d seen her so exposed, weak, and susceptible beneath his power.
