Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

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Quick note unrelated to the story: I'll be taking a small break from posting for a little while. I mostly wrote this to make myself feel better after the horrible events that transpired on Tuesday evening/Wednesday morning, but I also wanted to post it here. I don't know how long the break will be, but I need some time to just let myself feel what I need to feel and to remind myself the world isn't completely fucked. I'll also be posting Part 5 of the House of Blood tomorrow (which, don't worry, I'm not abandoning), but after that, I won't be back for a little while. Thank you for respecting that, and I hope you're all doing well💜

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It’s been a tough week, to say the least. Nothing I wouldn’t normally be able to handle, but still. Things have piled up and I am drained.

My period kicked my ass during the first half of the week and because I didn’t have enough painkillers (or patience for people, really) I ended up behind at work. I spent the latter half of the week desperately trying to catch up, even working on the big project we’re doing from home during my off hours. I managed to catch up – barely – but it’s also made me lose all sense of time and self.

My husband, Victor, has been amazing, but I feel like I’ve barely seen him lately. It’s my fault, obviously, after having spent so much time and energy at work, but he’s still been there for me. Cooking for me, letting me cry or sleep on his shoulder.

I think it’s time to pay him back for that tonight. We haven’t slept together in two weeks because of all this stress and my bad mood, but with my period ending two days ago, I feel ready now.

God, do I feel ready.

When I pull into our driveway, I spot him through the window, cooking something in the kitchen. Smiling, I turn off the ignition and hurry inside. Softly shutting the door behind me, I say, “Hey,” and begin making my way into the kitchen.

I’m exhausted, and hungry, so the smell and sight of the pasta he’s cooking is enough to make my mouth water. Especially with how he looks in that damn apron he likes to wear to not ruin his fitted white shirt and black jeans.

He looks delicious, but right now, my stomach is demanding that I feed it some real food.

He turns as I lean on the kitchen island behind him. “Hey, baby,” he greets, walking over to me to give me a kiss. His hands trail down to my bare thighs, lifting me as he kisses me hard. He places me on the island, making my skirt ride up just a little bit, and I cross my legs when he gives me the room to. “How was your day?”

Since it’s Friday, it was a little more hectic than usual, even compared to the rest of this week. I’m completely spent, so I reply with a breathy, “Exhausting.”

He nods sympathetically, turning back around to check if the pasta is ready. “I know,” he says, draining the water from the pot. “I know it’s been a tough week for you. But tonight, I want you to relax for me, okay?”

I nod even though he can’t see it. “I’ll try.”

“No. You will. Just turn off your brain for tonight and let me lead, okay?”

My insides twist with hints of arousal, because I can tell this isn’t just about feeding me and taking care of me. He’s up to something, I just wish I knew what.

“I understand,” I say, unsure if I should use his honorific right now or not.

He doesn’t correct me anyway, instead saying a proud “Good girl” that makes me smile.

He finishes up the cooking, and I plop down onto the floor as he places two bowls on either side of the kitchen island. We each take our stools and begin eating, idly chatting about our days though we pointedly avoid talking about my work, something I’m grateful for. A distraction is what I need right now, and my husband’s rolled up sleeves is certainly a good distraction.

Once we’re done, I try to help put away the dishes, but he shoos me away and makes me sit while he does it. We don’t talk while he cleans, and my pulse quickens when I remember that he clearly has something planned for tonight.

He puts away the last of the dishes, then slowly walks over to me. I’m still sitting on my stool, but my nerves keep me from looking up at him. It’s not that I’m scared of him or anything, but he can be intimidating in a unique way when he’s all domineering and confident.

As though to prove that point, my heart stutters when he gently grips my chin and tilts my face up, forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes. “Are you full?” he asks, and I nod. “Good.” He smiles. “I got you something.”

I can’t help but frown. “You did?”

He nods. “It’s been a rough week for you, baby, and you’ve done damn well at work. I got you something, and I want to try it out with you.”

Try it out with me…?

He catches the confusion in my eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing scary. I know you’ll love it.” He lets me go, offering his hand for me to take. “Come with me to the bedroom.”

I obey, grabbing his hand and letting him help me up. Still holding my hand, he leads me through our house and to our bedroom. He gently pushes me inside before shutting the door behind us, sealing us inside, and I know we’re now in our dynamic.

I obediently wait where he left me, letting him take the lead like he said. He walks around me, pressing his chest against my breasts and placing his large palms on my shoulders. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Master,” I breathe. He’s so tall, so large, it’s intimidating and addicting. I want nothing more than to please him right now, and I just hope he’ll give me the opportunity to.

He smiles proudly, kissing my forehead. He then leads me to the bed, and it’s only now I notice the small box laying in the middle.

I go to grab it, but he grips my wrists. “Ah-ah,” he chastises. “I didn’t say you could take it.”

“I’m sorry,” I say honestly.

He smiles, grabbing the package and placing it on the bedside table. “Take off your clothes, then lay down on the bed.”

I do as I’m told while he steps back to watch. The only light in here is the light from the small reading lamp on the bedside table, so I feel sexy and seductive as I strip off my skirt and my shirt. His dark eyes have no shame, taking in every inch of skin I expose and making me shiver under his gaze.

Once I’ve stripped out of my underwear, I lay down on my back on the bed, waiting. He kneels next to my naked body, gently touching my breasts and my hip as he kisses me deep. I moan softly, loving the way even his soft and careful touches feel possessive and dominant.

He pulls away just an inch, smiling down at me while the hand on my hip trails down to between my legs. I stir, but he doesn’t move. He just keeps his hand there while his other goes to the bedside table, rummaging around our drawer full of toys.

I can’t look away from him and his soul sucking eyes, so I don’t know what he’s grabbing until he pulls the soft blindfold over my eyes, making everything go dark. My breath catches. Without my sight, every other sense has been heightened, and as I hear him digging for something else in the drawer, I feel myself winding tight with nervous anticipation.

I feel soft silk at my wrists just then as he ties my wrists together, lifting them to tie them to the headboard. With my hands far above me, my body is completely exposed and vulnerable, yet I feel nothing but safe and comfortable under his control.

He closes the drawer, though I don’t know if he’s grabbed something else or not. I assume not by the way he places both hands on my hips as he leans forward to kiss me again. He pries my lips apart with his tongue, forcing his way inside. Our tongues swirl together as he takes my mouth, his hands trailing up to my breasts. He fondles them, pulling my nipples just enough to hurt, and when he pulls away, I whimper with need.

I hear his breathy chuckle at that. “Relax for me,” he orders, and I nod, unable to do anything but obey him.

He sits up a bit, probably on his knees with the way the bed dips beside me. I twitch when he places his fingertips between my breasts, tickling me a little as he slowly trails them down the length of my body.

It’s so slow I wonder if he’s ever going to make it to where I need his fingers most. He takes his time, circling my skin at my waist, gently rubbing my tummy with his palm. He’s teasing me, and my breath gets heavier and deeper with each passing moment.

I could cry with relief when he finally trails his fingers down beneath my belly button. But he doesn’t go further.

He goes back up, and I whimper again, barely keeping from demanding he just touch me already. I feel myself getting wet when I rub my thighs together, desperate for any friction, but in response, he uses his other hand to pry my legs apart.

He groans so low I barely hear him, probably noticing how wet I’ve gotten. “That all for me, princess?” he mutters.

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s all for you, Master.”

He doesn’t reply beyond an affectionate chuckle, and he finally brings his fingers down to between my legs.

I moan, feeling his calloused fingers rubbing my clit in slow, steady circles. His other hand grips my breast, his thumb and index rolling my aching nipple.

His teasing and soft touches have already brought me so close I can tell I won’t last very long. And after a few minutes of this, I ask, “Please, can I come, Master?”

“Come for me,” he replies, and I do, thrashing and moaning into the air as my climax crashes over me.

Once it dissipates, I slump against the bed, moaning softly when he removes his fingers and sticks them in my mouth. I obediently suck them clean, tasting myself and loving every damn bit of it.

After a minute, he pulls his fingers out, and I feel him leaning over my body to grab the box again. He opens it, and I can barely breathe I’m so nervous for what he’s gotten me. With the blindfold, all I have to go on are sounds, but it’s not telling me anything.

I hear him place the empty box back on the bedside table. He leans over, placing his mouth right next to my ear. “Tonight is about you, baby,” he whispers, making me shiver. “All you need to worry about is being a good girl for me and letting me do what I want with your body, okay? Just relax.”

I hesitate a moment before I nod. “Okay,” I whisper back.

I still desperately want to please him and make him feel good, but I want to be good for him even more, so I do my best to relax.

His fingers suddenly dip between my legs again, teasing my entrance a little and spreading my wetness all over my pussy. “Fuck…” I whisper, bucking up a little to get more friction.

“So eager for it, aren’t you?” he mutters, and I nod.

He pulls away again, and I almost complain, but I stay quiet when I feel soft silicone pushing up against my entrance. A vibrator?

It suddenly vibrates, and yep it most definitely is a vibrator. One that’s meant to go inside me by the feel of it, but he just keeps it steady against my entrance, teasing me and making me impossibly more wet.

“Please,” I beg on a whisper, but he doesn’t respond. His free hand goes up to my cheek, rubbing it softly as he eases the vibrator in just half an inch more.

I clench in an attempt to pull it inside, but the motion just pushes it out. I growl with frustration, and Victor laughs softly.

“I said relax, little girl,” he chastises, though his voice is amused and almost a bit understanding.

It spurs me on to groan in frustration again, but I still manage a “Yes, Master.”

He places the vibrator back where it was, upping the speed just a little bit, but he doesn’t push it inside again. I understand the message, of course. I either let him take the lead and fuck me with the vibrator as he wishes or he’ll never put it inside me.

And so I try to stay still, even though my breathing is heavy and my legs are shaking.

After a minute, he finally pushes inside an inch, and I moan. It’s not nearly enough, but at least now it’s a little inside me. I don’t dare clench again, too scared of making him remove it, and after another minute, he thankfully pushes it inside just a little more.

The vibrations are low, not nearly enough to make me come on its own, but the pleasure it brings is enough to make me see stars in my blindfold. But when he uses his other hand to rub my clit again, I know I’m on the edge.

He pushes further inside, at least a few inches deep, letting me feel the slightly bulbous shape of the vibrator. Aside from that, though, it just feels like a normal vibrator so I don’t really understand what’s so special about it and why he had to make a whole thing about it being a special gift.

But I obviously don’t complain. His fingers are so deft in their slow rubbing. He knows my body so damn well after so many years of being with me, of exploring me and what brings me pleasure, so it doesn’t take long before another orgasm reaches me.

I buck and moan, unable to keep myself from clenching, but he keeps the vibrator steady inside me. He rubs my clit throughout the entire orgasm, even upping the speed of the vibrator at the tail-end of it to bring just a little more pleasure out of me, and I breathe heavily once I’m back to normal again.

“Such a good little girl,” he praises. “Coming for your Master.”

I nod. “Thank you, Master.” I didn’t ask for permission this time, so it’s the least I can do to thank him. He owns my pleasure, so being allowed to come always makes me grateful.

Victor ups the vibrations even more, the sound echoing in the room. “Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m begging for. I already feel so sensitive down there that I’m not sure how much more I can take, but there’s nothing I can do to stop him short of safewording.

“Shh, baby.” He pushes further, finally bottoming out, and it’s only now I realise what’s so special about this vibrator.

It has another part, tucked right up against my clit, vibrating with the same speed as the thicker part inside me.

It all makes sense now. I’ve been thinking about getting one of these for a while. He must’ve noticed my browsing and decided to just buy it for me as a gift to make me feel better.

God, I love him so fucking much.

But I don’t get a chance to tell him before another orgasm hits me. As though to drive it home that he owns me and my pleasure, he pushes impossibly harder, pressing the vibrator tight against my clit and even further inside me. The sensations are already so overwhelming, so intense that when my orgasm fades, I feel another.

And another, and another.

I cry out with each one, desperately begging for reprieve. “Please, I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can,” he counters, voice stern and offering no room for disagreeing with him.

“Oh, god,” I moan. He’s upped the vibrations to what must be the maximum, basically torturing me with pleasure. Each orgasm is quicker than the last, yet they each feel more intense as they rack my body. I lose count somewhere around five, but he doesn’t stop.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises through yet another climax. “Take it for me.”

Despite myself, I nod, desperate to please and obey. I’m tugging so tightly against my restraints I’m half convinced they’ll break. My legs are shaking and moving without my control, but he uses his free hand to keep them steady while he tortures me.

“Please stop,” I beg. “I can’t do it, I can’t.” I repeat “I can’t” over and over again until he finally pulls out, letting me recover.

I’m so sensitive between my legs right now that I don’t know if I’ll ever feel normal again. My blindfold is wet with unshed tears, and I’m whimpering and breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath.

“You’re not done yet,” Victor explains darkly, making me whimper.

“Please, Master, I can’t take another one…” I sniff, and he gently rubs my cheek.

“Where are we at, sweetheart?” he asks after a minute, and I realise he’s checking in.

Despite how sensitive I am and how painful each orgasm is, I still feel fucking amazing. Being under his full attention as he makes me come over and over again is enough to make me feel divine. I’m not sure I can take it anymore, but I know I want to make him proud more than I want to get out.

So when I say “Green”, I know I mean it with all my heart, even as dread and nervousness fills my veins.

“You’re such a good girl,” he mutters, leaning down to kiss my forehead. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans when he pulls away again, kneeling next to me. “All flushed and messy with pleasure.”

I nod. “Thank you, Master.”

His knuckles rub my cheek. “Can you take one for me, princess?”

I swallow nervously. My instinct is to say no, to beg him to stop and show some mercy. But like I said, I want to make him proud of me. I need to.

And so I nod. “Yes, Master.”

When I feel the vibrator pressed back against the sensitive parts of me, I immediately regret my decision, but I thin my lips to keep my protests in. I stir and grunt when he pushes the vibrating toy inside me, all the way until the other part presses tightly against my clit again.

I don’t know if I can come again, that’s how spent I am. The break allowed me to regain some feeling, but I really don’t know if I can take it, if I really have it in me.

But Victor is relentless, pushing it so hard against me I swear I feel the vibrations in my entire body. He tugs at my nipples at the same time, determined to maximise my pleasure and push me over the edge no matter how much I fight it.

I clench desperately, not even knowing if it’s because I want to push the vibrator out or pull it tighter inside me, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not up to me, it’s up to him. And I love him for that, for being in charge and making me feel so damn good.

“Fuck,” I moan. I’m getting closer.

“That’s it, baby,” Victor praises. “You’re doing so good.”

I nod, needing the words to be true. He switches to my other nipple, rolling it between his fingers while muttering praise and pushing the vibrator deep inside me, and I leap over the edge.

I cry out, feeling waves of pleasure wash over me and pull me under. I buck and arch my back, violently grinding against the vibrator throughout my entire orgasm. It’s so intense I can’t feel or see anything but him and the pleasure he’s forcing me to feel. And I can’t get enough of it.

It takes a minute, though it feels like a year, before I come back down to earth, slumped against the bed and without a muscle or bone left in my body. He finally pulls the vibrator away, and I could cry with relief that we’re done, but also with how grateful and happy I am that he makes me feel this way. All my worries and anxiety about work and family and anything beyond this room disappear, at least for a few blissful moments, and I mutter a, “Thank you, Master.”

He slips the blindfold off my eyes, and I smile proudly at him. He smiles back, kissing my mouth for a minute before finally untying me.

“You were such a good girl tonight,” he praises when he’s pulled me against his chest, rubbing slow circles on my naked back. “Such a perfect little girl.”

“Thank you,” I whisper, nodding. I feel incredibly sensitive and spent, yet heat still floods through me when my thigh rubs up against his hard arousal beneath his jeans.

I pull back a little, eyeing him. Is he going to do something about that?

As though he heard the question in my head, he softly kisses the top of my head and says, “Tonight was about you, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

“But I want to please you,” I protest, rubbing my leg against his erection to entice him further. I don’t know if I could take having him fuck me right now, but there are other things I could do…

He’s clearly struggling with keeping his resolve. I’m completely naked, rubbing my leg against him and clinging to his shirt. He wants me, even if he’s pretending tonight has to be just about me and my pleasure.

But what brings me the most pleasure is to please him. My husband and my Master.

“Baby,” he says softly, voice laced with just a little bit of authority and sternness. “What did I tell you?”

I frown before I remember. “To…let you take the lead?”

He nods. “Sleep for me, okay? I promise you’ll be allowed to please me tomorrow.”

I sigh, nodding. He kisses me and mutters a “Good night” against my lips before pulling me tightly against him, getting us ready to fall asleep.

Oh, well. I guess I’ll just have to wake him up with a blowjob tomorrow.

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