Why Is He Back??

'Trust'

"Trust is not just a bond; it's the delicate thread that weaves hearts together, fragile yet powerful enough to withstand the storms of doubt."

We're going to the playroom," Zack whispered, his voice sending a delightful shiver down Olivia's spine.

She smiled, leaning back into him, her eyes fluttering shut. "Lead the way". She said, her lips parting on a sigh. Zack was so hot and so good in bed.

But Zack was still fuming. He hadn't been this angry in a while, not since Olivia had left him last time.

He took her to the play room, slamming the door and locking it behind him. Then he was on her, ripping her dress off, not caring that he had torn it. He could buy her a thousand more dresses like that.

He was too angry to make it good for her, he needed to use his wife to get himself off, needed to be inside of her to calm the anger that was boiling over.

He pushed her down on the play table, gently, though he was angry he still cared about her

He flipped her around and pushed her on her back. Then he pulled her legs apart, her pussy was already wet. She was always ready for him, always ready to take his cock.

"Spread your legs," he grunted, "I'm fucking pissed you left the house yesterday".

Her eyes widened, "Oh god, I'm sorry," she whimpered.

He tied her arms, her legs, the blindfold around her face. "Spread them wider," he barked, his cock was so hard it hurt.

His hands roamed over her body, touching all the places he knew she loved, making her writhe beneath him, begging him to fuck her. He kissed her hungrily, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her towards him, his dick rubbing against her entrance.

"I love you," he murmured into her ear. He didn't let his anger get the better of him, not for a few moments at least.

He flipped her onto her back and wrapped a vibrator around her clit, making her moan in pleasure. He stuck two fingers inside of her, getting her ready, stretching her out. His dick was huge and she wasn't always ready for it.

He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on her thighs.

He bent over her, whispering into her ear, "You know I hate it when you leave the house, and especially when you knew you were in danger ."

She trembled, "I'm sorry," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

He moved his hand away from her pussy and smacked her hard. She yelped, her eyes widening. He knew she was surprised at the force of his hit but it was nothing compared to what was coming.

Then he pushed two fingers back inside of her.

"Please," she begged, trying to move her hips against his hand.

He slowly pulled them out again.

"You didn't answer me, Liv," he growled.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed out, her voice trembling.

She was sorry, but he was still mad. "That's not good enough," he grunted. He hit her again. She cried out in pain.

Then he rubbed her clit with his fingers. "Zack," she moaned his name.

He stopped and turned on the vibrator.

She writhed in pleasure, her body arching up, begging for him to release her from her bonds.
But he wasn't done yet, he wasn't fucking her with his cock yet, that was the best part, the part he needed to get himself off.