His Queen

Just the Sex by Kate T. Marshal

865 words

This story contains: her and him, contemporary romance, madly in love, couple, BDSM/kink, spanking, sub/dom, ownership, rough

My heart is racing when I wake up, horny and wet. My fingers slide down my stomach until they find that slick slit. They probe the wetness and spread it to my clit, now throbbing for attention. The other hand finds a heavy breast, my fingertips light as they stroke the nipple until I’m moaning softly and I bite down on my lip to keep quiet. I don’t want to draw attention; I want to fuck myself slowly, take my time to feel tendrils of fire course through my body, the blood pumping faster in my veins, pooling at my core and turning molten beneath my fingertips.

But I whimper when I thrust two fingers into my cunt, and suddenly my husband is there, leaning against the white door frame. He steps into the bedroom, his dark shadow clinging to the hunter green wall behind him as the sun rises outside the window. I shift on the bed and look at him just long enough to see the rays kiss his bronze skin and turn it golden.

He is naked, his cock fully hard, and I know he’s been watching me. I wonder if he can still taste me on his tongue from last night, if it’s driving him mad to see me like this when we both know he can’t stay. He has a job to do, a family to provide for, and here I am, teasing him, forcing him into a late start on his day.

“How irresponsible of me.” The sound of my voice is high-pitched as it catches on a moan between my lips. I press my fingers forward and my back arches involuntarily.

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