Coaxing the Roughneck

Her eyes are dazed but relieved. I’ve been so worried about being bad for her, like I was those first three weeks, that I haven’t been giving her my full force, the total dominance she needs. That we both need. The holding back stops now. “Yes, Daddy,” she says through swollen lips. “I understand.”

“I live this life because you’re in it,” I breathe into her hair. “No other reason. You’re the reason I walk the earth. I exist for you. If you want to fuck me, you call me, goddammit. I will bang you where you fucking stand. As often as you want. You think this cock doesn’t drip for you every second of the day? I’m just counting the minutes until I’m railing my hot-ass wife again. You make me fucking burn. I burn all day. All night. Is that fucking clear?”

She nods unevenly. “Yes. Yes.”

I grip her throat and take her harder, watching her ass jiggle against my stomach. “As far as jealousy? That ends now. I see no one but you. I’ve never seen anyone but you. And it goes both ways, understand?” I tighten my hold on her throat until she gasps, her pussy flooding. Squeezing. “You don’t see anyone but me. And you never, ever, ever fucking leave me, Cindy. I mean it. Don’t you dare.”

“Never,” she sobs, our eyes finding each other in the mirror. “I can barely stand to get out of our bed in the morning.”

“Keep it that way.” I slide my grip up from her throat to her jaw, tilting her head sideways so I can run my open mouth up the side of her neck. “We’re taking tomorrow off. You’re going to spend it sitting on Daddy’s cock.”

“Two days,” she whispers, no longer hiding her obsession. “Three. A hundred.”

I let my obsession show, too. My deep, dirty darkness.

Every ounce.

And she gasps in the face of its enormity, an orgasm cresting over her, making her shake and whine my name. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl.”

THE END