Married To Mr. Serial Killer{#thewattys2018}(BWWM)(Story #1 Completed)

★The Man Cave Payback

**Edited**

I made sandwiches for the boys and threw in some beers. I smirked taking the food down to the man cave. Of course I knew wives weren't allowed down there. I just wanted to give Jericho a taste of his own medicine. “Sandwiches, boys,” I called very sweetly as I walked into the den. All Jericho’s friends grew very silent. They even paused the video game, staring.

“Uh, sweet thing,” Jericho called, gazing around at all his friends as they gazed at me.

“Yes, pooh bear,” I said, very sweetly and batting my eyelashes innocently.

He ran a hand through his hair and gave a short humorless laugh. I realized something. He was embarrassed. “I thought you were hangin out with your sister or something...”

“I wanted to stay home and take care of my man and his friends.” I move closer, pressing my breast against his chest.  I stood upon the tips of my toes and kissed his cheek then smiled and moved away. “If y’all need somethin’ just holla.” I sauntered out of the room, then paused at the corner to eavesdrop. I know what I did caused a stir.

“Jerry, c'mon bruh. This aint a man cave if your wife keeps coming down here.”

“I thought you said you gave her some money to get her nails done to keep her busy.” I cock a brow.

Oh really?

“Damn man, you ‘bout to lose your street cred. I see who’s running things around here... your wife, obviously.”

“She knows who's daddy around here.” I shake my head.

“Whateva, pooh bear,” one of the guys mocked in falsetto. They all laugh.

“He's caught the pussy whipped syndrome!” The guys guffawed.

“Well personally I can’t blame ‘em. She’s a hot little thing and that body... Perfect ten!” The guys start hollering.

“Ay! That’s my wife!” Jericho shouts over the guys.

“Well tell her to stop parading her fine ass around here.”

“Alright, stop talkin bout his wife before he go Bruce Lee up in here and whoop everybody's ass.” I giggle and walk back to the kitchen. Like twenty minutes later I was back with chips and soda. Once again the room grew silent.

“Oh! Is that Modern Warfare!!!” I snatch the controller from Jericho and flounce down on his lap. “Let’s go, bitches! Get ready to get smoked!” All the men threw angry glares in Jericho’s direction. His fingers dug into my sides, squeezing. He could be angry at me all he wants. Remember when he popped up at my apartment unanounced, using a key he illegally got made— after I told him not too? Remember when he called my doctor and got her to break the doctor-patient confidentiality rule? This was my payback. I giggled and squirmed as I began to play because he called himself trying to tickle torture me. The guys was looking at us, getting distracted. So I took the opportunity. I shot at the enemy, passing checkpoints. Obtained new weapons, getting further than any of them had.

“Dafuq?! Who taught you how to play this? Jericho?”

I smirked. “No, my ex-boyfrind, Stephen. The guy was a real pro.” I winked at Jericho's friend and his eyes instantly darted to Jericho.

“Ow!” I laughed as Jericho pinched me.

“You know what? I think uh... we better go...” The guys placed down the controllers. “You guys clearly need to resolve whatever married couple thing you need to resolve.” I made them feel uncomfortable and awkward. Mission accomplished.

“Yep and who are we to get in the way of that...” They all hauled ass out of there.

“Come visit soon, guys!” I gazed over my shoulder to see Jericho pouting like a child.

“Can’t believe you did that. Now I’ll never here the end of it at work.”

I laughed at him. “Bite me, Jeri– Ow! I didn't mean literally. I’m gonna kick your ass!” I turn and tackle him onto the sofa. I sit up and punch him in the ribs and in the abdomen. He catches my fist.

“Stop it! You’re preg–

I slapped him. Not hard, though. He cocks a brow wearing an impassive expression. Then a menacing grin spreads across his face.

Ah shit. I don’ fucked up.

He rolled me beneath him and pinned my hands above my head. I tried to pull free, but he was so much stronger than I. Like I said before Jericho is a man of action. He doesn't say a word as he begins to unbutton my blouse, exposing my bra. I was wearing the bra and panty set he brought me. He reached underneath me and unclasped my bra. My breast were bear to his view.  “You know what happens to naughty girls?”

“No, what happens to them, Jerry?”  He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. I squirmed beneath him, moaning and just like that I was so very wet and ready for him. “Jericho!” His hand glided down to the apex of my thighs, underneath my skirt. He palmed me, rubbing up and down. The material of my panties were so thin I felt the friction as if I wore nothing at all. Then he slipped a finger inside me.

“Wet already?” His grin was mischievous. He stopped the assult and flipped me over on my stomach and raised my hips, so my ass was up in the air and pulled my panties down. His hands snaked around my thighs, moving my knees a part. I cried out, holding on to the arm of the sofa for dear life as Jericho sucked on my clit from behind.

“Please.” I was begging.

I felt his smile as he continued to taste me. “Please what?” he purred in between my legs.

I was never shy or afraid to ask for what I wanted. “Fuck me.”

A deep rumble of laughter escaped his throat. I heard the sound of his zipper. He eased into me torturously slow, burying himself deep inside. I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes, so frantic with need. Then he withdrew and rubbed the tip of his length between my legs. He stopped and once again I felt his tongue and mouth on my clit, sucking and tasting. The sensation was driving me wild, my toes even curled. My nails dug into the arm of the sofa.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly. My orgasm ripped through me and I screamed, shuddering. It was so intense. Jericho then lapped up the evidence of my orgasm off my inner thighs. One hand grabbed my hips while the other grabbed my breast, rolling a nipple between his thumb and index finger. He pulled me back against him, slipping inside, driving in deep. I grinded back, taking my pleasure as Jericho moved his hips in that way I liked.

“Fuck! Yes!” I shouted. Jericho’s grip on my hips tightened as he slammed into me harder.

“Mona,” Jericho breathed as he came. If this is the fate naughty girls suffer I should act up more often. He moved my bangs out of the way and kissed my temple. “Don’t ever leave. You are my world.” He spoke with such intensity a shiver actually ran up my spine.