Call me Duchess

Master X Duchess

He's home, and I'm tipsy, bad move Duchess. I put the bottle down and muster up a smile hoping he doesn't ask how many glasses I've had. "Welcome home, Sir." I say politely moving out of the kitchen and stepping toward him. He hasn't looked up from his phone yet. I spot a smile on the edge of his lips. Its brief, but I notice. He finally looks up at me and tucks his phone away into his pocket.

"Hello beautiful" he says wrapping his arms around my waist. With a slight lift and swing the wine has taken full effect and I no longer remember what I was thinking about before he arrived home. He puts me down slowly planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"I've been waiting for you, love. What shall you have me do this afternoon?" I ask, drinking in his cologne. Teakwood and mahogany are a beautiful pairing. I can feel my sex beginning to swell. I look back up at him and he plants another soft kiss on my lips. My lust for him starts to fade. He loosens his grip around my waist and takes a step back.

"Tonight, I don't want sex." He speaks. My husband's words cut through me like a knife, setting my wine high into a downward spiral.

"Are you...are you sure?" I ask, unable to hide my disappointment. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I know exactly what I've done wrong. A flash back from earlier days plays though my mind for a moment:

"I'm just not in the mood tonight, Bella that's all." My finances word cut through me like a knife. "Are you sure, come on just a little bit it won't take long" I Persisted. His eyes roam toward the bedroom then back and me and he shakes his head no. I feel my palms begin to sweat as he denies me. I curl my hand into a fist and take a deep breath before speaking again. "If you're too- "he raised his hand to shut me up. His eyes burning into my soul, he moves his hand slowly up my neck and glides his fingers around and up my loose handing hair, then suddenly jerks a handful of my hair in his fist. My head tilts upward and a yelp escapes me. He moves in closer placing his chin only inches away from mine, "Show some goddamn restraint. You will get what I want you to have and tonight that is absolutely nothing, do you understand?" His words are cold and intense, but the message was well received. He slept on the couch that night...

"I'm sorry. Yes Sir." I reply lowering my head to let him know I will submit to his wishes. Sometimes I hate these damned rules. I cannot question him, defy him, test him or anything that makes me who I am. He notices the change in my demeaner and tilts my head up by my chin.

"I'd like to enjoy your company on the couch, watching a movie. You know, like when we first met?" he asks, speaking in a softer tone as if hoping to reassure me of something.

"Love, the first time we met we fucked on your mothers couch while she slept on the love seat," I remind him matter-of-factly.

"Yes, but we made it halfway through the movie first." He responds laughing a little. I am unamused and even worse I'm in no position to argue my case. He's going to be gone for the weekend and he doesn't want to have sex.

"Very well. No sex. Does this include- "I respond but am interrupted by his loud change in expression. I look away without finishing my question. He moves past me and heads toward our bedroom. Don't do it, don't do it I think to myself as I head to the kitchen and grab the bottle of wine. I drink straight from the bottle, emptying it down to the last drop. I place the empty bottle on the counter and march into our bedroom. "I'm gonna do it" I whisper to myself.

Once inside the room, my husband has already begun to undress. He has removed the dresses I laid out and placed them back in my closet. The shower is running, and I spot the faint smile on his lips again. I quickly recall the first time I noticed his sly smile only moments ago. In my drunken state, I lean against the dresser watching him for a moment before I start this fire. He places his phone down on the bed and looks over at me. I remain silence and he read me like a book. "you're drunk. I'd rather not flight, love. Whatever you've come to set ablaze is only going to backfire."