Stephen Curry Imagines {ON HOLD}

•Car Ride• {R}

I sat in the car nervously, waiting on my husband, Stephen. We were going to a dinner. It wasn't required but we wanted to go, it was something to do with the book club we were in. But I had been anxious all day.

I felt so bad. Earlier today I accidentally slapped him because he pissed me off. He was talking some shit about going clubbing with just the guys, no women. I was pissed because what happens when he gets drunk and fucks a random bitch?

He hasn't done anything about it yet, maybe he won't. I have never disrespected him like that and I feel awful.

Stephen is very controlling and dominant. For example, when I would disobey him he would punish me. Sex toys, bondage, and they got worse each time I disrespected him worse. But he hasn't punished me yet.

Finally, Stephen got in the car, but he was holding some box. I wonder what that's for.

"Alright Baby Girl, time for your punishment." he said all smiley.

Seriously?

"But we're about to leave and–." I was cut off.

"Shut the fuck up." he ordered. "Good now lean forward and put your hands behind your back. Now." he instructed while grabbing a rope from his box.

"Please Steph. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just didn't want you to end up getting drunk and fucking some slut." I begged.

He chuckled, "I don't care. You disrespected me and now your getting punished. Now do as your told and if I have to repeat myself the punishment will get worse."

I sighed deciding not to argue, and leaned forward doing as I was instructed. In a swift motion he gripped my wrists tying them tightly.

He pushes me back in the seat, staring at me for a moment before grabbing a blindfold out of the box, placing it over my eyes.

"Now, you're gonna be a good girl and take my punishment."

I heard him moving around and I gasped as I felt my Under Armor leggings being pulled down with my Victoria Secret thong.

I felt something cold being pushed into my pussy, a small moan being released from my mouth. Vibrator. He pushed it in all the way and pulled my pants back up.

"Now. Don't you dare cum."

Then he turns it on high.

A loud moan got a hold of me as I started squirming. He started up the car and drove out of the parking lot.

"It's a thirty minute drive. I'm going to keep edging you until we get there. Do not cum or else you will take the vibrator all night." he stated driving off.

A few minutes into the ride and I can feel my orgasm approaching. "I–." I begin but get cut off.

"No. Don't ask." he already knew what I was gonna say.

"Please." I beg, "I can't hold it."

"You will. You don't have a choice." He continued driving and I squirmed and whimpered, not able to do anything.

"I can't hold it! Please! Stop!" I begged even more.

We came to a stop, most likely a red light and I felt a hand grip my throat tightly. His other hand going into my pants, harshly rubbing my clit.

"Please!" I cried, "I can't hold it, shit!"

"I know, I'm just in love watching you suffer." I was right on the edge as his grip on my throat tightened. Before I could release he removed his hand from my pants and the vibrator turned off.

I cried out, literally crying. Slowly I took deep breaths. The car started back up and before I could even relax the vibrator turned on again. I yelled out from surprise and a few moments later the vibrator turned off again.

This kept up for a while, him denying my release. Over and over and over again. Hopefully we were close to the restaurant, because this, is fucking torture.

Finally the car came to a stop as the vibrator kept on. Again, he harshly gripped my throat and rubbed my clit again. I had soaked the blindfold with tears. My wrists hurt from my squirming.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he asked.

I couldn't for words so I nodded. He tightened his grip on my throat. "Fucking answer me!" he yelled.

"Yes shit! I have learned my lesson." I cried out.

He removed my blindfold with the hand on my neck. "Good. You may cum." he stated and I came, with a loud scream, as soon as he said those words. I squirted all over my leggings and left a puddle in the seat. He removed his hand from my pants and I laid back in the seat, exhausted. He removed the vibrator and rope.

Stephen shrugged, "Oh well, guess we gotta go home."

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Sorry It's Short!