
*Decided to post this one just because🌚
Also this man is unhinged😭😭
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Stepping into our apartment I felt a chill run down my spine I knew he was in here watching, waiting -somewhere- to devour me whole. I knew I shouldn't have sent him those pictures I knew the rules but did I care? Absolutely not.
I got a kick out of teasing him he was so fun to rile up I just couldn't help myself from snapping pics of my pussy and sending them to him.
I was at work flipping through some boring paper work I had gotten from god knows how long ago when the thought of him fucking me over my desk in my office just popped into my head out of nowhere and it didn't want to leave.
I was fucking dripping at the thought of his dick splitting me open as loud moans drip past my lips for my employees to hear.
I wasn't ashamed to say it turned me on, what can I say? I was a slut from head to toe and he knew it as much as I did.
Taking off my shoes I put my coat away and started my journey looking around I saw his phone on the coffee table in the living room, where is he? Stepping further inside I walked quietly still looking.
I was slightly relieved that he was nowhere to be found because I needed to prepare myself for the incoming punishment I was sure to receive tonight.
Letting out a shaky breath I started to tip toe upstairs to get to our shared bedroom slowly opening up the door I peeped through the cracks looking inside to make sure he wasn't in there and he wasn't, when I saw that the path was clear I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding I closed the door behind me and made a run for it to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.
I let down my hair from the high ponytail he did for me this morning ruffling my hair a bit I splased some water onto my face and started to strip myself of my work clothes I eyed the dark red and slightly purple marks scattered over my entire body in the mirror.
Brushing my hand slightly over them I shivered at the slight sting as my hand made contact with them.
He never liked to see my body without his marks it was one thing he always reminded me of he needed to see his marks on me I guess it brought him some sort of comfort knowing that other people knew I was taken as if he didn't make that clear enough by showing me off to the world every chance he gets.
All I know is he goes crazy when I try to cover his marks I had to learn that the hard way.
Flashback ~
I layed panting in the now soaked bed naked as the day I was born.
He has a rough day at the office and he was pissed so naturally I was there to make all his anger and frustration fade away,he wasn't gentle at all if I didn't know better I'd think he hated me the way he fucked me.
Raw hunger is the only word I could use to describe the look in his eyes as he was rough,wild almost primal in the way he fucked me,I was sore all over but I relished in the feeling.
NEXT MORNING~
Fuck.
My chest all the way down to my inner thighs were covered in marks-no more like brusies yea that that better way to describe the purple marks that littered my sore body.
