"That's it! I'm sick of wasting my life away pumping gas for rude assholes! How does anyone accept that as a job? Jesus Christ!" Kit, my husband, had flung the front door open not even fifteen seconds ago. I didn't even have time to process that he was home. "I'll tell you what, Y/N, I'm gonna slash the tires of the next asshole that tosses the money on the ground instead of putting it in my hand!" He kicked his shoes of and whipped his work shirt onto the couch. He balled his fists and began pacing.
"Kit, please.. calm down baby." I tried to reach out for him but he pulled away. He stormed into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Jesus, he's really angry. Tentatively, I walked over to him. "Kit.." My fingertips grazed his shoulder and he spun around.
"What?" He glared at me, waiting impatiently for me to answer. I gulped.
"I love you, Kit. I'm so sorry you had a bad day. Can I do anything to make it better?" He scoffed, loudly. Making me feel dumb for asking. I just hate it when he's like this.
"I seriously doubt it." He walked off, leaving me to ponder my options on how to put him in a better mood.. When I walked into the living room Kit was slouched in his chair. His perfectly formed body looked sad and pale, his dark brown eyes didn't have any happiness in them and there was no shine to his wavy brown hair. He just looked defeated. I felt so sad for my Kit. He works so hard to provide for us, and his job stresses him out so badly. What can I do? I walked over to him and grazed his cheek with my pointer finger.
"Baby, I'll do anything to make you feel better." I leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of his head. He moved me out of the way.
"I'm really not in the mood for anything right now and there's nothing you can do so please stop, Y/N." I sighed and walked away to our bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and pulled my long hair into a ponytail. I pulled on a pair of tiny lace panties and put on a little bit of make-up. I walked back out into the living room.
"I'm gonna make you feel better if it's the last thing I do, Kit."
"Honestly, Y/N, there's not a single thing you can do right now. Not even sex." He hung his head, he still hadn't even looked at me.
"You sure about that.. Daddy?" He spun around in his chair and eyed me, hungrily.
"Oh, Babygirl, I don't know if you could handle Daddy right now." He got up from the chair and walked over to me. He stood so close his lips were touching my nose. He caressed my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch. He ran his hands down my neck, across my breasts and to the band of my underwear. He pulled on them a little. "Babygirl, I want you in the bed, hands above your head in 5 minutes. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Then go." He smacked my ass, causing me to squeal a little and run to the bedroom. I laid on the bed the way Kit ordered me to, and waited. My heart was racing and my blood was hot. Kit and I don't do the Daddy kink very often, so it's always exciting. I could feel the warmth running through the lower half of my body. Kit appeared in the doorway. He reached his hand behind his back and pulled his tshirt off, throwing it to the side. He walked over to me, holding the rope we keep in the bedside table for the nights like this. He worked quickly, securing my hands above my head, attaching them to the headboard.
"Will you fuck me now Daddy?"
"Shh, Princess, no talking." He ran his hand down my torso and to my thighs. He parted my legs, and touched the much more sensitive flesh in between to play with. I jerked at his touch. He spread my legs wide and inserted two fingers, slowly. I gasped. "Is this what you want Princess?" I bit my lip and nodded my head. He pushed his fingers in and out a couple times and pulled them out, dragging them up my slit and touching the little nub.
"Oh please Daddy.." I was squirming, so ready for him to take me. He stopped touching me and pulled his pants off. He positioned himself over me and grabbed his big, thick cock and ran it up and down my quivering slit, covering himself in my juices. "Kit, please.."
"Excuse me?" He stopped everything.
"I'm sorry.. Daddy.. Please Daddy, please fuck me." He put a hand over my mouth.
"I said, no talking, Princess." He flipped me over onto my belly. He grabbed my hips and pulled my ass up to his waist. He pushed my legs out with his knees, and thrust the tip of his cock into me. I yelled out in pleasure. He pushed the rest of himself in and reached his hand up and around to my neck. He lowered himself to my ear and whispered, "I'm gonna fuck your tight little pussy, and you can't come until I tell you Princess. Do you understand me?" I nodded, biting my lip. This is so hot. My god. He tightened his hand on my throat a little and began ramming into me from the back. I began moaning loudly. I couldn't talk so I used my moans to explain my pleasure to him. He was breathing heavy and choking me a little harder with each thrust. The pleasure from everything was pushing me over the edge. My toes were curling and my breathing became ragged. I knew my release was coming but I couldn't until Kit told me I could. I held it back for as long as I could. Kit was moaning my name and ramming into me harder and harder. He reached his free around my waist and found the little nub he was playing with earlier. I couldn't take it much longer. He leaned down and whispered into my air again, "Are you gonna come Princess?" I shook my head no.
"Not until you tell me to, Daddy." I whispered. Sweat was dripping off Kit onto my back and my own sweat was dripping on the pillows.
"Oh you feel so good, Princess. Fuck." He growled. I felt his cock become very stiff. I knew he was close, which means he was going to let me soon.
"You can come Princess. Come for Daddy." I let myself get lost in my pleasure and I felt a warmth running through my insides. Mine and Kit's pleasure were intertwining into moans and sloppy thrusts. When he pulled out he untied my hands and laid down next to me. I sat my head on his chest and kissed his cheek. "Well. I guess you can make me feel better, Mrs. Walker." He laughed.
"I love you, Kit."
