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“You realize you’re asking me to break every single aspect of my moral code… right?” He said cautiously when you’d first propositioned him. “I mean, disrespecting you like that… I just don’t know if I can do it.” His eyes were low and dark, making you feel bad about even asking in the first place, but he’d assure you that he could try, if it really, really was what you wanted.
The next day when he’d returned home from his usual hero work, you were on the couch snuggled up in a blanket, reading pointless articles about what this person said about another person, uninterested as you scrolled, waiting for him to decide on what to make for dinner.
You perked up when the door opened, and jumped to welcome your wonderful husband home. However, when you saw him, his gaze was… almost malicious as he glared at you, causing you to stop in your tracks.
“Why aren’t you on your knees already?” He growled. “You should be waiting for me as soon I get home, mouth open and tits out. Come on. Quit wasting my time. Hurry up. I’m getting impatient.”
…oh.
He certainly was taking your desires to heart, and you wasted no time, making sure to give him a delightful experience so he would keep this up. You crashed to your knees in front of him, opening your jaw widely and staring up at him while he removed his belt and shimmied out of his work trousers, mouth watering at the sight of his exposed pecs and abs, glimmering with sweat from his long day at work.
“That’s a good bitch,” he moaned, pushing himself into your mouth. “I expect better of you tomorrow. Do you understand me? You better be ready the second I walk through that door. Your dumb little slut brain can understand that, right? I know you don’t think of much. But you can at least think of that.”
You gagged with each slow pump of his hips as he grabbed your hair and pulled, angling your face to look up at him, whining against the strain on your throat. “Look at you. You’re right where you belong, you whore. On your knees, pleasuring your man. I’d call you my princess, but this is no way for royalty to act, is it? No. You’re no princess. You’re a little cock-addict. That’s why you wanted me to do this, isn’t it? You want me to dick you down any time I please.”
His ruby-red eyes were boring right into yours with a new ferocity, a toothy grin plastered on his face that you’d never seen him get before. “Oh… yeah,” he groaned, gripping your hair so tightly the it made you whine. “Is that the only thing going through that slutty little brain of yours? Can you think about anything other than me fucking you?”
By this time, your right hand was making its way down to your heat, slowly, as to not alert him. You were so wet, and every cell in your body was tingling intensely. Just a little stimulation, just something, anything - but he noticed, and brought his free hand against your cheek harshly.
“You think you can touch yourself without even asking?” he hissed. “I think the hell not. That little cunt of yours belongs to me. Yeah, that’s right, your pussy is my property. And you know what I do to people that trespass on my property?”
He tugged against your hair, raising you to your feet and moving his lips in close to your ear. “I get my revenge.”
He let go of you, and began shoving you down the hallway. “Bedroom, now,” he ordered, nearly making you fall over with each push. “Show your daddy what you can really, really do.”
Inside the room, he sat at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking you up and down multiple times. “Get naked. Now.”
A second passed before you began taking off your shirt, but he took your wrist into his hand to stop you. “Maybe my ears are mistaking me. Aren’t you supposed to say something when I give you an order?”
“Y-yes sir,” you choked out meekly.
“That’s what I thought. Dumb slut, I thought you could’ve at least gotten that much right. I guess I expect too much of you. Let me try to dumb it down from now on,” he teased. “Now. Back to what you were doing.”
Your hands gripped the bottom of your shirt, face flushing with an intense heat as you pulled it over your head and pushed down your skirt, standing in nothing but your underwear now.
“Didn’t you hear me?!” he shouted. “I said naked. You’re not naked. Hurry up, my erection isn’t going to take care of itself.”
Your chest was beginning to heave as you wiggled your way out of your sodden panties, standing completely nude in front of him now as his gaze wandered over every inch of your frame, making you shift uncomfortable from foot to foot, until he stood back up and took you by the throat, backing you up towards a wall.
“Now that’s more like it,” he grumbled, free hand roaming over your body, squeezing every part he could get his fingers around. “See? I knew even a stupid whore like you could understand this. What’s with that face? Are you embarrassed about me being this close to you? Humiliated about me ordering you around like this? …heh, good. You should be. Look at you. So fucking cute. Adorable, even, being this intimidated by me.”
With a firm yank, he tossed you back against the bed, ass-up, pressing his crotch against your behind. You looked back up at him with concern and arousal, delightfully fearful of what was next to come.
“Don’t give me those eyes,” he spat, shoving your face into the mattress. “Don’t look at me, and don’t make a sound. I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you won’t be able to fit another drop.” His tip was nudging at your entrance now, making you clench and shudder with anticipation. “You’re already my lovely stay at home wife. Isn’t it such a shame you’re not already pregnant? I can picture it now. I want to watch you belly swell, feel those tits of yours grow bigger with… every… single… month!” He was starting to grunt with every thrust inwards, fingers digging into your shoulders as he continuously pulled you to greet his cock.
“I can’t wait,” he continued moaning, lowering his mouth down to your ear again and sinking his teeth into your neck. “I’m going to make you drain my balls dry every single day, you hear me? I’m going to make you have as many of my kids as we can manage. I’m going to keep you good and pregnant all the time. It’s the least you can do for me, isn’t it? Oh, look at you, look at the way your tongue’s hanging out. Can you feel the way you’re clamping down around me? I can tell. You like that as much as I do, don’t you? You’re going to give me such beautiful babies, aren’t you, my nasty little slut?”
The part of your brain that was used to make words has ceased to function. He was right. All you ever thought about was cock, and furthering his absolutely perfect lineage as much as you could made you feel nothing short of euphoric. This was everything you ever wanted. To be barefoot and pregnant with his children all the time, serving his every beck and call, never short of being filled to the brim with his essence.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I thought. Such a fucking whore. You’re already tightening up again. If only you could hear these… absolutely vile, disgusting noises you’re making. Do you feel good? Knowing that you’re nothing more than an animal at this point?” He chuckled. “You’re basically a breeding sow. Don’t you worry. I’ll pump you full. I’ll fuck you three times a day if that’s what it takes to get you pregnant.”
His words alone were sending you into ecstasy, and you already felt your orgasm wash over you, fisting the blankets on the bed as you screamed out your release, pouring over him and dripping down to the floor beneath you.
“Finished already?” He crooned. “What a shame. I’m not. Though… your pussy is so fucking wet that… it shouldn’t… take me… much…” his breath hitched in his throat as he shoved himself all the way into you, panting like a wild beast and almost choking himself, collapsing on top of you.
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Bonus ending:
“I didn’t… go too far, did I?” he huffed, laying in bed next to you.
“No, no sweetie,” you assured him. “That was so… so perfect.”
“Yeah?” he giggled with a new cockiness. “If you liked it that much… I’ll have to keep it up then, won’t I? Now… speaking of… stand up.”
You hesitated for a second, truly taking in the deepness of his order, but obeyed.
“Good girl. Now… go make me dinner. Now. A woman belongs in the kitchen or in the bedroom, doesn’t she? I’ve had a hard day. I’m famished.” You turned on your heel, blushing again and ready to scurry back to the kitchen in the nude, but of course not before his hand stung your ass cheek.