He was so beautiful.

My husband that is.

Especially looking like he did right now with a fine sheen of sweat over his leanly muscular physique.

Apollo had been retired from the military for a few years and no longer had the hungry harsh cut to all his muscles. There was a decent amount of flesh over them now, but there was no mistaking the strength in his limbs, the pure masculinity he exuded. And the way he walked…he moved lithely like a cat, soundlessly stalking, practically floating on the floor. The number of times, that man snuck up on me was criminal.

He would have made an excellent assassin if he wasn’t such a pure soul.

But instead, he put his skills to much better use, mastering the art of thoroughly cleaning the house on the weekends without waking me up.

And occasionally he taught me self-defense.

Like today.

Hence the sweat.

“Amy?”

“Yeah?” I said distractedly, eyeing the bead of liquid that traveled down from the center of his pec to just above his belly button, where a happy trail led to something even more exciting. Something that seemed to be growing ever so slightly larger at my regard.

“Amy," he said again and I finally snapped my eyes up to his, blinking innocently.

His expression was adorably stern, with just a hint of shyness to make my heart flutter.

“We’re supposed to be sparring,” he said, the corner of his lips kicking up despite the admonishment.

“What are you doing?”

“Just admiring my gorgeous husband,” I said off-handedly.

There it was. A cute flush crawled up his neck into his cheeks as he glanced away and cleared his throat self-consciously. Apollo was always awkward with compliments.

“Yes well,” he said, clearing his throat. “Thank you but we need to get back to work.”

He tried to assume a stern expression but it was so precious I had to smile.

“So get back to work,” I said, taking a seat, and grabbing a glass of the freshly squeezed orange juice that Apollo had made today. I'd mentioned off-handedly last night that I hadn't seen oranges at the supermarket in a while, and this morning, like magic, the freshly squeezed juice appeared. “I’m not stopping you. Just taking a break.”

“Amy..."

“Pol...” I said in the same tone of voice. I giggled when he smiled, winking at him, before letting my eyes run down his body once more.

Apollo had been teaching me to spar for a few months now ever since I expressed interest. I told him about some guy on the elevator who gave me the creeps. For a split second, after I told him, I saw a deadly look cross his face, his expression turning completely cold. It was eerie, like the Apollo, I knew completely disappeared and some savage animal took his place.

But the expression was gone before I could process it, and Apollo returned to his usual self. Since that day, we'd begun spar lessons on the weekend. I was getting pretty good at it too, on one occasion even tackling him onto his back. And while I was 89% sure he let me win that, I was still proud of myself. And Apollo had been proud of me too; I could see it in his warm smile as he beamed down at me, exaggerating my mastery as if I’d completely taken him by surprise when I swept him off his feet.

Now he was the one sweeping me off my feet, standing there in nothing but loose cotton hanfu pants that I could practically see his junk pushing through.

Of course, that was partially my fault since I’d forbidden him from wearing underwear anytime we were home alone.

But still, how did he expect me to concentrate when it was right there in my face, swelling the more I watched? I felt my mouth water, our most recent memory racing through my mind.

It had been a week since I'd sucked him off on the veranda and I'd been longing for more ever since. I'd dreamt about it last night, and if I shut my eyes, I could still see it; when I had him pressed against the glass dividers, head thrown back in euphoric bliss, our neighbors watching…

Which reminded me that St. James' have been avoiding us ever since that event. Richard St. James didn’t even make eye contact when we crossed paths at the firm. I didn’t blame him.

Perhaps I went a little overboard in my vengeance, I thought smirking.

Though the couple had ended up dashing away after the grand finale, Richard had hesitated on his seat as if stunned motionless. Also, if memory served me well, he'd watched even more than his wife did. I wouldn't be surprised if the whole incident had him questioning his sexuality too. Apollo had that effect on people.

My husband was undoubtedly a beautiful man and just the memory of seeing him helpless and lost in his pleasure was getting me horny again.

“What do I get if I win?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow and uncrossing my legs. Apollo's eyes dropped to between my thighs and his face went blank. I saw his cock thicken as he licked his lips.

After I'd sucked him off last time, Apollo had immediately wanted to drop to his knees and service me, but I refused. A week later, I still hadn't let him eat me out, no matter how many times he begged.

And he was getting desperate for it, I could tell. But I wanted to wait until it hurt, wait until both of us were frantic for it.

Until we both exploded in ecstasy when it eventually happened.

Apollo's expression was growing needier, thoughts of sparring likely disappearing from his head.

“May I…” he said and I shook my head, shifting as I felt the damp heat between my thighs

“You haven’t answered my question,” I said. “What do I get?”

“Everything,” he whispered in that worshipping manner I loved. “You already have everything from me.”

“Yes,” I said. “And I want more. Come”

His eyes widened, hungry anticipation in his expression. “I should shower…”

“I don’t remember that being my order,” I said. “Come.”

I crooked my fingers at him and he swallowed as he came close. The moment he was within arms reach, I reached out undoing the ribbon that held the waistband. Then I immediately jerked his pants down, sighing as his cock came into view.

My pussy clenched hungrily, leaking more moisture.

Soon, I told myself, willing my heart to slow down, beating back the urgency. Very soon, you'll have what you want.

I admired his cock, entranced by it. So thick and veiny. The purplish head looked angry but was bobbing obediently underneath my gaze. I heard his breath coming out faster with each second that ticked by, but I took my time admiring him, letting the minutes pass as I just watched.

And watched.

And watched.

Apollo took a deep breath, releasing it harshly. I knew he grew more sensitive the longer I went without doing anything, knew that even the air whispering across his cock was torture at this point. I glanced up at him, and he was looking down at me, his eyes dark and mouth pressed together to keep from making a sound.

God, I loved him like this, all obedient.

But I loved it, even more, when I could make him break that military discipline of his. Make him touch me before I ordered him to.

And then I could punish him for it.

I haven't given him a good punishment in a while, I thought gleefully as I determined my plan of action.

I leaned forward, opening my mouth sticking my tongue out, getting slowly closer and closer, without licking him. My breath was hitting his tip. My tongue was a mere centimeter away from his cock, so close that all it would take was a little imperceptible movement to get me to touch him. He could jerk and blame it on the wind or even just stumble and my tongue would be on him.

But he didn’t. He stood there waiting.

Ah, it seemed I would have to take it up a notch.

I let my tongue touch him, just at the head and he released a little hiss before I backed up to continue watching him. I bit my lip as I brought up one little fingernail tracing it on a nerve, barely skimming the stalk of his dick. His entire body turned to stone, and I felt him practically stop breathing to hold himself back.

I could see a clear strain on his face, but he still wasn’t giving into that savage need that was threatining to burst forth.

It was time to pull out the big guns, both because I wanted to push him over the edge, and because I was also growing nearly mad with need.

Teasing Apollo, bringing him to the edge always brought out the dirtiest side of me, the side that wanted to drive him take him, use him and then devour him.

Fuck, just think about it was making me hot, making me lose my focus. I had heat riding through my body, pebbling my nipples, making my clit ache. I needed to touch myself and release some of that tension, before I lost it completely.

I spread my thighs, the loose material of my pants allowing me to part them wide. I slipped a finger under the waistband, tracing the moisture on my slit, impatiently going in though touch my clit. The first touch had me jerking, and I continued to strum it, letting my eyes close as the fire inside flamed higher and higher. Apollo was watching. The knowledge arched through me like electricity, pleasure spiking till it was nearly pain.

I opened my eyes, looked up and then gasped.

His face was twisted in pure torture.

I continued to touch myself, my slim impatient fingers inadequate at replicating the sensation of Apollo’s larger purposeful digits caressing me, drawing out every single morsel of pleasure before letting me come. But, it was difficult. Only my husband had the singular ability to touch me exactly how I needed, in a way that turned my whole body and mind into mush.

I let out a distressed sound because I wasn’t reaching there, getting to what I wanted.

Apollo moved then, reaching for me, unable to resist trying to give me my pleasure.

Ha. I got him

I looked up at him smiling evilly.

“No,” I said. “You lose.”

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Hi guys! It's been a while. Anyway, I had this on my patreon for some time and thought I should share it with the class. Part 1 is here. As always there's plenty more gentle femdom short stories and even web novels on my Patreon.