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You’re in bed. Silk robe draped over your satin skin, bare beneath it. Freshly lotioned. Glossy lips from the oils he’s bought you. Eyes heavy with lust and love and possibly wine and a day of hard works You crawl into his lap and kiss his neck slowly, your voice sweet, intoxicating:
“I want my man tonight.”
He stills.
His lashes lower. His hand tightens on your hip.
And you feel it.
The shift.
The unraveling of the obedient little hubby. The one who will lick the soles of your feet and eat your pussy while half conscious,
The unlocking of the beast you built with love and leash and his crazed belief that your the creator of his reality and morals.
You whisper in his ear, your chest and heat pressed against his body:
“You’ve earned it. You can take control. I need you tonight.”
And he does.
He twists your body around planting you down against the bed—not in a way like this is who he’s been hiding, but commanding in the way you’ve commanded him to be.
Hands strong. Movements precise. Mind manic as always.
He pins you to the mattress with a growl you haven’t heard since the last full moon.
“So you want me to be the man now, baby?”
“You want your big husband to remind you who you belong to?”
Your breath catches and you feel your clit pulse, you let out a jagged breath and nod already feeling the emotional relief and need to cry,
He tears open your robe and drags you down the bed.
Bites your thigh and suckles it sending a shock up to your core.
Your back arches and your already moaning and whining desperate to be demolished by his depravity.
He doesn’t dom you like porn. This isn’t about ego. He wants to ascend with you. He wants you to transcend above any pain or discomfort you face out into the world and envelop yourself with him. His cock is the bridge between your bodies.
He doms you like a man who’s been desperate to ruin you for years, but waited for permission.
“Look at you… begging for it now.”
“You tease me all day, then tell me to act like your man?”
“I’ll fuck the mommy out of you baby,.”
And you melt. Mind numbing and desperate and your hormones are as loud as you are. Rampant and raging.
You scream out into the expanse of your luxurious bedroom. The ambient lighting embracing your ecstasy the way he provides it.
You cry under him. It feels so good to be seen. To be felt.
Because he knows your body better than anyone ever could, he’s studied it from beneath, beside, and behind. And now he’s above you, fucking you like a monster who wears an apron by day and now he’s wearing you like a cocksleeve.
He flips you.
Chokes you.
Breeds you.
Fills you with himself for the first time in days.
And when you try to crawl away, whimpering “too much,” he grabs your ankle and pulls you back.
“You wanted a man?”
“Now take what you asked for, bunny.”
When he’s done?
He collapses on top of you. Not crushing you but encapsulating yourself into the sheer size of him. His chest pressing against your breasts, his breath hitting your neck which doesn’t help with the lingering sensations you feel in your tummy and loins.
Shaking.
Kissing your neck like a sinner who’s finally returning to prayer.
And then, in the softest voice:
“Was I good?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Do you still love me?”
And you smile, “You were perfect. I’ll let you do it again next week if your a good boy .”
And just like that?
He’s your soft little housewife again.
Back in panties.
Back in pink.
But now?
With your cum on his cock and satisfaction of his ability to be a “man” once in a while. He feels like a dog who got a tummy rub after barking at someone.
I adore co dependency. Not being able to breathe without your yan by your side, and they adore that too. Feeding into your co dependency, always making you cling to them like they are your last bit of deprived oxygen
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Here I am again, staring at the moon, whispering to it wishes and yearnings that'll never be heard by anyone. I don't wish for anyone to hear them and yet some part of me wishes they'll somehow reach your ears whenever and wherever you are
