Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 02

... enticing. She stepped closer, until she was standing against the edge of the bed, her pussy close enough to taste, her hands on her hips again.

Lotte was staring down at him, an eager expression on her face, her eyes sweeping over his body, stopping at his flaccid shaft. A shadow clouded her expression. She hesitated.

"I guess I should just go get ready for bed then," she said, and went back into the bathroom.

Hector understood, even as he strained to hear indistinct little gasps from the other side of the closed door. Having him at her mercy, seeing the way that she had been able to make him take his punishment, sharing that elation with her best friend, had turned her on enormously. Each stroke would have been making her hotter and hotter, her crotch crying out for attention. His wife had fulfilled a fantasy, and was expecting a shattering orgasm, all the way up until the point that she'd seen his manhood in bed, lying soft between his legs.

In the bathroom, there was a little cry and then the tap ran, the toilet flushed and a moment later, the door opened. His wife came out and got into the other side of the bed, behind him.

"Want to roll over this way?" she murmured, slipping a hand around his waist.

Hector just shook his head.

"Too uncomfortable?"

He nodded.

"Want to talk?"

Hector closed his eyes, feeling drained. He shook his head. His wife moved, spooning up behind him, taking care not to brush against his rear, wrapping her arms ...

... around him. He felt a soft kiss on his shoulder.

"Thank you for signing. It means so much to me. I know this was rough, but I promise you, it's going to be amazing, you'll see."

She held him tight until he heard her breathing deepen, becoming slower. Lotte slipped into sleep, her arm still draped around her husband's waist, leaving Hector still wide awake.

His wife had promised that it would be amazing. Right now, all he could think about was the low throb of his punished buttocks. She had disciplined him, taking on the role of his owner effortlessly. He shifted a little, still naked, trying to get more comfortable. She hadn't even removed his collar or his cuffs, emphasising his new status in their relationship.

As sleep claimed him, a thought came back to him again. It was the memory of Bea's face as he lay on the countertop, the way she had looked down at him. He tried to interpret her expression, but he couldn't. All he knew for sure was that he would have to go into work tomorrow, and he would have to face the woman who had seen him degraded by his wife, had heard him sobbing and crying out. Any equality he had with Bea had been destroyed, reduced now to her subordinate. Perhaps that was what the look on her face was: disbelief at his submission.

A shudder passed through his body, and his manhood shifted at last. His sleeping wife's fingers dangled around his waist, her fingertips just inches from his firming shaft. He became fully erect, feeling his wife's ...