Late Night Movie

Breaking rules.

 Small moans escaped from my mouth while continuing the motion of my hand. As I came closer to my climax, a certain name slipped out of my lips, and although I was thinking of him, I've never actually said it in this context. He is never home anymore, so I'm free to do whatever. Except for the fact that the rules still apply to me even if he's away. The rules go: No sexting while he's at work (Obviously), No watching porn for that is something only whores do... And the big one: No touching yourself unless I (He) tell's you (me) to. Looks like I already broke 1 out of the 3 rules. And that's as far as I'll go tonight. It's currently 7:38 pm, amd he comes home around 8:00 pm. I grab a towel and head to the shower to clean myself up from that dirty mess I made. The things he would say or do to me if he found out that I touched myself tonight. He isn't one to hurt people, especially me, but I will definitely be punished. And frankly, I need attention. Punishment or not. The vanilla sex is nice, but rough sex is always better. More dominant. I don't know how he does it. Making me feel small even though I persist that I can also control him. I sudz myself with soap, and begin thinking of the things he would do to me. All of those... dirty things. Those things that make me feel like I am his. Only his.

I turn off the shower faucet, and wrap myself in a towel. I look at myself in the mirror to brush my teeth, comb my curly wet hair, and add proactiv creme. I plop down on the bed, and search up some pinterests posts until my pajamas were out of the drier. I don't know what it is about freshly dried clothes, but they help me calm down. Hence, why I put my clothes in the dryer before I put them on. The drier dinged, and I rushed to get my clothes on. I checked the time and It read 8:00 pm exactly. I turn on the T.V. and act like I've been there for at least an hour, fast forwarding my favorite movie, Hercules.

"I'm home" a familiar voice grumbled. "This movie? Again?"

"You know it's my favorite." I scrunch my face. He comes over and touches my hair.

"Did you shower?" He slowly asks.

"No," I lied even though the answer was obvious.

"Then why is your hair wet?"

"I washed it in the sink," I lied again.

"And why are your clothes warm, like they just came out of the drier?"

"I'm running a fever," I lied once more. He leans in, grabbing my chin lightly like he's about to kiss me, then whispers "You're a bad liar... Now what exactly did you do tonight?"

"I didn't do anything that will strike concern, sir."

"Sir?" He chuckled. "So you did do something. What rule did you break?" He acted totally cool with the situation.

"I, uhhh...." I thought for a second, but realized the best thing to do was come clean "I touched myself." I whispered, and looked away. He tsked his tongue.

"And just as I thought you were learning..." He loosens his tie. "Shirt off, arms out." I slowly take off my shirt, watching him stare me down. "Arms. out." He commands. I hold my arms out for him. He takes off his tie, grabs my hands, and then binds them together. "Maybe this time, you will learn your lesson." I gulped my dry throat. He puts his leg forcefully between my crotch, and one hand grabbing my throat. I moaned softly. "Shh." He looks at me and places a single finger over my mouth, while taking off my pajama shorts with the other. He pushes me down to where I'm laying on the couch, sticking one finger in me, teasing me. I inhaled sharply, still sensitive from earlier. He observes everything I'm doing, from the way my hips move, to the way my hands desperately want to break free from bondage. He slides another finger in, expecting a different reaction then the ones he has already gotten, and sure enough, I let a loud moan escape. "fuck" I think. He grabs my bonded hands, and takes me to our bedroom where the majority of my bad thoughts come to play. I wanted to please him, but tonight wasn't about me pleasing him, It's about him teaching me.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, while he left purple marks on my stomach.

"You will be," He smirked, then unbuttoned his dress pants revealing his manhood. I scarcely walked over to him, going down to my knees, wanting desperately to tease him, but I'm in a little too much trouble to do that. He grabs my hair, and shoves it down my throat not letting me come back up for air unless he deems it necessary. I vigorously tap his side to let me up for air but he pushes the limit, and I had to breathe. I gasp, coughing, trying to get some air in me until he makes me do it again. He puts me on the bed, spreading my legs, and inserting himself. Not letting me get a chance to adjust, he begins to move at an alarmingly fast rate, slapping a different part of my body if I make any noise. 

(Teaser chapter. Full chapter coming out soon. lol)