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screams menace. The way he stands over me, looking at my body like he wants to eat me alive; the way he slowly pulls at his tie, loosening it around his strong neck; the time he takes to roll his shirt sleeves, revealing his muscled, tan forearms; all give testament to how much he enjoys taking time to toy with his prey.
He leans down until his face is so close I can feel his breath as he speaks.
“It appears the only way I can keep you under my watchful eye, is to temporarily clip your little wings.”
I watch him intently as he pulls his tie through his dress shirt collar. Very slowly, he wraps it around my eyes, securely tying it in the back to blindfold me.
“You are a very nosy little girl. Now, would you like to tell me why you were following the woman I already have our son watching.”
“Why do you have him watching her?”
I am grasping for information I’m not certain he will reveal. I can hear him tutting in my direction.
“If I told you that, Ptichka, I might have to kill you.”
“You’ve had twenty years to kill me. If you haven’t done it yet, I doubt you’ll do it now.”
I never see it coming, but I damn sure feel it when he grasps a handful of my hair and jerks my head upwards. He pulls me in close to his mouth so I can hear his ominous, whispered threat.
“I’m the one asking the questions. You’re the one answering them.”
“I just saw her, and I wanted to know where she was going.”
“And what did you find out, my nosy little investigator?”
“She went to the library.”
“No deep, dark, hidden secrets?”
He’s being facetious, so I don’t even dignify his question with a response.
“I wonder if you were spying on her, or were you spying on me through her, trying to find out why she is on my radar?”
“Both,” I answer truthfully.
It will do me no good to lie to him. I jump when I feel small spikes bite into one of my nipples. It feels like a Wartenberg wheel, but I can’t be certain. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers his next statement.
“I want to watch you get fucked.”
My heart races with fear, but it’s not because I think he’ll bring in another man; he isn’t one to share. No, the fear is manifesting because I never know what to expect from my unpredictable husband. My abdomen quivers as the tiny spikes roll over my skin. He starts at my taut stomach and then pinwheels the tool across my inner thighs, making me squirm. As quickly as the delicate touch started, he stops it. I can hear the rustle of what sounds like my husband undressing.
The bed sinks, and I feel him position himself between my legs. He toys with my folds, testing for readiness that I know he will find because just the anticipation of the unknown with this man gets me wet.
“You are one of a kind, Ptichka. You feed off the fear I provoke in you; you need what I give you.”
His gentle touch to my core morphs into rough penetration as he plunges a phallus deep inside me. Lifting my hips as much as the restraints allow, I groan and meet each thrust my husband subjects me to.
“When it is a man’s will to possess something, he ensures the possibility of attaining it by purposeful thought, thinking it through. I want to watch you get fucked, and we both know I don’t share, so here we are.”
The talking stops when his tongue makes contact with my clit. His mouth starts sucking, and I immediately fall apart, screaming out his name as I climax. I thrash over and over until my body collapses in an exhausted heap, ready to do whatever my husband wills.
Glazov
Subjected to my desires, I watch as she thrashes about like she is doing a dance to music only I know the score for; this is a sight I will never get tired of seeing. As much as I enjoy having her body tied up and at my mercy, though, I want to feel her legs and arms wrapped around me in fervent need. I crave the sensation of her clamping down on me as I take her and fill her depths. I yearn for the squeeze of
He leans down until his face is so close I can feel his breath as he speaks.
“It appears the only way I can keep you under my watchful eye, is to temporarily clip your little wings.”
I watch him intently as he pulls his tie through his dress shirt collar. Very slowly, he wraps it around my eyes, securely tying it in the back to blindfold me.
“You are a very nosy little girl. Now, would you like to tell me why you were following the woman I already have our son watching.”
“Why do you have him watching her?”
I am grasping for information I’m not certain he will reveal. I can hear him tutting in my direction.
“If I told you that, Ptichka, I might have to kill you.”
“You’ve had twenty years to kill me. If you haven’t done it yet, I doubt you’ll do it now.”
I never see it coming, but I damn sure feel it when he grasps a handful of my hair and jerks my head upwards. He pulls me in close to his mouth so I can hear his ominous, whispered threat.
“I’m the one asking the questions. You’re the one answering them.”
“I just saw her, and I wanted to know where she was going.”
“And what did you find out, my nosy little investigator?”
“She went to the library.”
“No deep, dark, hidden secrets?”
He’s being facetious, so I don’t even dignify his question with a response.
“I wonder if you were spying on her, or were you spying on me through her, trying to find out why she is on my radar?”
“Both,” I answer truthfully.
It will do me no good to lie to him. I jump when I feel small spikes bite into one of my nipples. It feels like a Wartenberg wheel, but I can’t be certain. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers his next statement.
“I want to watch you get fucked.”
My heart races with fear, but it’s not because I think he’ll bring in another man; he isn’t one to share. No, the fear is manifesting because I never know what to expect from my unpredictable husband. My abdomen quivers as the tiny spikes roll over my skin. He starts at my taut stomach and then pinwheels the tool across my inner thighs, making me squirm. As quickly as the delicate touch started, he stops it. I can hear the rustle of what sounds like my husband undressing.
The bed sinks, and I feel him position himself between my legs. He toys with my folds, testing for readiness that I know he will find because just the anticipation of the unknown with this man gets me wet.
“You are one of a kind, Ptichka. You feed off the fear I provoke in you; you need what I give you.”
His gentle touch to my core morphs into rough penetration as he plunges a phallus deep inside me. Lifting my hips as much as the restraints allow, I groan and meet each thrust my husband subjects me to.
“When it is a man’s will to possess something, he ensures the possibility of attaining it by purposeful thought, thinking it through. I want to watch you get fucked, and we both know I don’t share, so here we are.”
The talking stops when his tongue makes contact with my clit. His mouth starts sucking, and I immediately fall apart, screaming out his name as I climax. I thrash over and over until my body collapses in an exhausted heap, ready to do whatever my husband wills.
Glazov
Subjected to my desires, I watch as she thrashes about like she is doing a dance to music only I know the score for; this is a sight I will never get tired of seeing. As much as I enjoy having her body tied up and at my mercy, though, I want to feel her legs and arms wrapped around me in fervent need. I crave the sensation of her clamping down on me as I take her and fill her depths. I yearn for the squeeze of
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