Tonight, he was at work and it was my turn to do the housework. He was over working so hard recently, I wanted to have everything perfect for him for when he got home. He was working until 11pm and wouldn't be home for another hour.
The whole house was clean. I did the dishes, the laundry, the ironing, the bins, everything was spotless. I put fresh bedding on for us and sprayed it in my favourite perfume which he adored. I lit a few candles up in our room and switched off the light. Jasmine, my favourite scent. I loved it when it was darker, the mood always felt different that way. I also lit some candles in the living room, it smelt heavenly. I put on the lamp, set up a rom-com on the TV and got our favourite blankets out. I ordered us his favourite takeaway, our local Chinese. Everything was plated up and he was on his way home. He text me letting me know he'd finished at he would be home in 15 minutes.
I rushed upstairs and picked out my cute black satin pjs and let down my hair. I wanted to look cute for our tea and later, I would change into something a lot sexier. I heard the front door open and made my way downstairs. He put his keys and phone down and took off his shoes. I could see how drained as he sighed and sat down. "Princess what's all this?" He whispered giving me my daily cuddle and kiss after work. "I just wanted you to have a chilled out night, I know how hard it is for you right now," I replied sheepishly. He kissed my forehead and gave me a big hug before tucking in. I asked him about his day and he let it all out. We spent the following hour talking about both of our days and just ranting about random things. This little time we had to share was so special, his face brightened and he laughed with me as we ate and watched the movie together.
After a couple of hours, we were both ready for bed. He insisted he helped me clear up our mess even though I told him not to worry. After we finished, he followed me upstairs. He jumped into the shower and I went to pick out an outfit. I wanted to make him feel special, I knew he needed some serious stress relief and I loved it when he took it out on me. His favourite thing on me, in the bedroom, was leather. I chose a cute lingerie style bodysuit that was faux leather. It had a matching neck choker and handcuff style bracelets. It also had a silver chain from the middle of the choker, that ran down to each leather hand cuff / bracelet. I slipped on a pair of black fishnet stockings and I was ready to show him my final look. I set the mood in our bedroom and led on the bed ready for him. I waited for him to finish his shower but he took forever. I waited and waited and waited. It was as if he was doing it on purpose, making me wait.
"Fuck, Princess," he gasped as he returned. My legs were spread and I was rubbing my clit through the thick material. "You look incredible," he whispered as he climbed onto the bed. I loved it when he called me princess, it made me feel a crazy type of way. It made me feel warm and fuzzy but it also made my pussy throb frantically. He traced his finger tips along the leather and I heard him swear under his breath again. "Princess what have I done to deserve this?".
"I just want to treat you, you've been stressed out so much recently, I want you to take your stress out on me," I softly told him, batting my eyelids. He seemed a little hesitant at first. "Babe, take your anger out on me..." I said more sternly this time. I could see this instantly did something to him and his whole expression completely changed. He paused for a second and grunted under his breath.
He leant closer to me and whispered.
"Princess, turn over," he ordered and I quickly turned over. Tonight was his turn. He grabbed a whip from our bedside table and began spanking me with it. He placed both of my arms behind my back and held them together so I had no control whatsoever. He started off gentle and progressively got harder. I moaned to start with and then my moans turned into small squeals and gasps. As my reactions intensified, his grip on my arms got tighter and he even pulled my hair a few times. I felt helpless in his arms.
He flipped me back over after he left my ass bright red. He put his hand over my mouth and told me to shut up. I felt the hair rise on my whole body as he gripped both of my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers so hard I let out a huge, muffled gasp. He began to kiss my neck. He sucked on my skin so hard and left a trail of hickeys down my chest. It hurt, but the tension was crazy, I felt him get closer and closer to my breasts and I couldn't help but moan. I could feel his warm breath on my skin inching lower and lower. He moved my underwear to the side and slid his thick fingers in between my lips. I knew he was going to tease me, I knew it. He used his right thumb to flick my clit. He knew my clit was my weakest spot so he always abused it. He knew the second he touched it, he would have me begging. So he did. And he had me begging and panting at this touch, I was desperate for more. My clit ached from his touch, he was so rough. He stopped just before I finished, on purpose. I let out a welp and he looked at me angrily.
"Did I not tell you to shut up?" He shouted covering my mouth.
"I'm going to have to punish you for that," he ordered.
He flipped me onto my front and pulled my ass up so I was in the doggy position. He slapped my ass as hard as he could and I winced in pain. I felt him spit on my ass before he ragged my hair. He grabbed a butt plug from his bedside table drawer and put it in my face.
"Suck it," he demanded and I followed every order. He then forced it into my ass and I screamed in pain, it hurt so much tears began streaming down my face. Dan forced the whole thing into me instantly. He took off his towel and his rock hard dick fell onto my ass. He slapped it on me a few times, which turned some of the pain back into pleasure. Although I was in pain, my pussy throbbed, it was wet and ready for him to pound me. One hand gripped the front on my neck and the other gripped my hair. He slid his dick into me, making sure to push as much as he could. He began to thrust into me like he had never done before. The pain was a new type of pain and I cried for the entire time. He whispered into my ear every time I let out a single noise. He told me off over and over again, each time he would make his grip tighter on me.
"Princess cum now," he ordered ever so softly into my ear. I had a tingle run all the way down my back and I could feel myself coming closer and closer. There was just something so hot about being helpless in his arms, following his every instruction. Moments later, my legs trembled dramatically and my body fell onto the bed. He turned me over for the last time and bunched my hair together in one hand and he positioned himself closer to my face with his dick. He then used his left hand to slap me across the face. It was so painful but so sexy. He could see the pain in my eyes but the lust always won. He then shoved his fingers down my throat unexpectedly, followed by his dick. After being face-fucked for a couple of moments, he came inside my mouth. I couldn't pull my head back as his right hand had my hair locked into place. His grunts were so loud, and so hot. He loved nothing more than having me at his fingertips, he loved being rough with me. "Swallow it if you want me to let go Princess," he demanded so I had to do just that.
After he caught his breath back, he cleaned the both of us up. He made sure I was okay and not hurt, and then we led in bed together, naked and exhausted.
"Princess you're fucking amazing," he boasted whilst tickling my back. It's okay, he knew tomorrow was my turn.
