Simon was at the Bar with his current Wife of 6 years..they had met 10 years ago when she had first gotten introduced to him by Soap, or John Mactavish..after his recent death they had both grieved a lot. They had lost their dear friend due to him risking his life to save their Captain John Price from Makarov's bullet. They had all grieved. Sike, It was a staged death and Soap actually lived. The bullet missed a huge part and had actually let him make it. The ashes thrown were a cover up to make most people believe.
Anyways, You both shared a date and a drink..No secrets between you giys as you vent about work, you more since he was reserved by the law. You had shared a few dirty secrets you had kept when one was away, laughing about them. After a moment, you got bored of drinking and danced. He went with you to assure security(and be extremely possessive) over you. He watched you move your hips so smoothly that you hypnotized the man every laugh, shout and movement from your body.
A small sigh left his scarred and rough lips when he watched you have a genuine smile full of excitment, not tired or forced or burnt out from office work 24/7 from 10am to 3am. Office had kept you in as much as they could since you didn't have your husband at home that week, Simon felt bad and treated you like a Goddess for however long he was gone for. When out of work, he always treated you well..you were his Queen. His Princess. His everything, he'd give you anything. He was sure you'd be the mother of his children one day..all 2 of them. A daughter and a son if luck strikes his pot of gold. You had such a pretty face, and such long hair. He remembers still the way you had both lost you virginity after you had gotten married and how happy you were to share such a delicate moment between eachother..Simon was handsy, and loved the way you cried when he hit your spot so fucking right. He'd beg for you to keep moaning his rank, to use his name and to let him fill you up till you're-
You pushed him towards the bar, awaking him from his bubble fantasy. He ordered again, then again, and again..till both of you decided to maybe try dancing again. Like old times, you both moved along to the beat of the songs and let your bodies take control. You held him close, his chest on your while his kissed your neck softly and gently. Little nibbles and suckles around your collarbone when you'd touch him just right. Eventually he had sat down for a break, watching you to make sure you were safe and sound.
An hour had passed and soon a guy had asked to dance, you smirk and agree, Simon looming suspiciously at you too before soon enough, 30 minutes in, you start getting touchy. It lights something in him, a fire he never felt and it burnt so much his lungs hurt. You were his. His wife. His princess and the future mother to HIS kods. Nobody else touched you apart from Simon Riley himself.
He got up, approaching. “Excuse me, please let go.” He politely asked. “No? Who are you anyways, creep.” The stranger said, clearly drunk out of his mind to be arguing with a man twice his height. “Her Husband. Now stop.touching.” Ghost glared, hand on his collar. “Fuck off, she has no ring.” The man yelled. “We're getting it cleaned, the diamond I payed for is made to shine. Not to look like some fucking cunt who can't keep his hands off people's wives. You ugly bitch.” He barked. The two had yelled and yelled, punched till Ghost was banned for a week and the guy forever. Simon soghs as he packs his stuff, picking you up easily and bringing you to the car by force. You thrashed around trying to escape but when he put you in the car, you could tell he wasn't happy. “Si?” She asks innocently. “You're mine. My angel, my goddess, my queen and MY wife. You will not be out here having other men's disgusting hands on your pretty figure.” He said. “Simon-” You got cut off. “Am I not what you need? You want more? Need more cock inside you? Fill you up and make you cry and whine? You dirty slut. You're so fucking needy it's insane. It's never enough dick for you is it?” He drove home.
The car ride home was extremely silent apart from the few moans you had let out when he'd play with your chest while driving, you were under you sweater, shirt lifted enough for him to toy woth your body and mess around with you till you were crying for him to take you in the back seat of his new car. The new scent of leather and such pretty pictures of you everywhere made your head woozy, you felt.like your skin was on fire everytime Simon had touched you and you felt insane when you thought he was going to finally let you feel pleasure. Nothing was going your way, he teased and teased till you were crying and whining like some botch in heat and fuck did it turn you on.
You honestly could not have asked for more in a man. He was everything you could ever want. A tease, but respectful, and so fucking mean but such a sweetheart you'd cry to be able to see and kiss this man every second of your existance. He eventually touched you a bit more, making you desperate and angry that he deprived you so much of something you really wanted. Why couldn't he just give in? You knew he wanted you too. Well, you hoped so. Or all this would go to waste. He kept touching and rubbing, eating up every whimper you had let out of that slutty mouth. “Good girl, that's it. Just 20 more minutes. Traffic is such a pain, isn't it dollface?” He smirked, loving the way you keened at the smallest use of the petnames he picked out for you..
You were his and you knew it. He was so hot when he was possessive too. So jealous and mad and so thirsty for revenge. He couldn't wait to make you cry like a slut all over his cock when you got home. He knew what you wore under that sweet black dress, and so did you.
