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At a quarter till eight, you got the text from the building's security system that he had pulled into the garage. You were ready for him. Well, as ready as you possibly could be for something as crazy as this. Your mind and heart both raced as you stood in the hall doorway, carefully leaned against the frame while you mindlessly scrolled on your phone in wait.
You'd prepared your escape plan. It was petty, but you didn't care. Earlier, you'd packed four full suitcases and put them in the back of the expensive Mercedes car he'd bought for you just last year. Your letter to him explaining his future predicament was in the drawer of your nightstand with a ring box, ready to be placed on the kitchen counter. You weren't going to keep your wedding ring. He deserved to have it back, at least. Maybe he could recycle it for one of his mistresses.
You were dressed, or rather undressed, in a simple rose red lingerie set. It was hidden underneath your lavish black robe. Michael always did love that, he said it was like unwrapping a present. Your bright red lipstick and makeup was perfect, just waiting to be ruined.
It wasn't long before Michael was opening the door, dropping his bag and keys on the small table beside the door. He placed his shoes on the rack neatly, his coat following. He was excited to be with his wife; little did he know, for the last time.
Neither of you needed to speak. You now sat at the bar with your legs crossed, your dark black stockings shining against the dim lamp light. He walked over to you, a small smirk on his lips.
He pulled you up, glancing over your body. He reached for the neatly tied bow around your waist, pulling it and letting your robe open carefully. He pulled it off of you, letting it fall on the floor.
"Mmm." He hummed. "Perfect as usual."
You felt a pang in your heart when he said that, but you brushed it off with a smile. How many other women had he said that to lately? You tried to distract yourself, to keep your mind off of it.
His hands instinctively found their way to your ass. They always did. His large palms felt good as he possessively gripped the soft flesh. His lips connected with yours in a deep kiss.
You knew tonight wouldn't be emotional. It wouldn't be passionate or firey like usual. It wouldn't be slow or intimate. It was going to be raw and intense, purely physical attraction. That was a hard pill for you to swallow at first, but now that he was pushing you backwards towards the bedroom door, you were more than okay with it.
He bit your lip carefully as he pushed you through the doorway and towards the bed, completely blind. That just goes to show how many times he'd done it before. You sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him through your long lashes. He laughed as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. Desire burned through him as he moved quickly.
"Safe word?" He asked, staring over you for a moment.
"I don't need it." His cock nearly got hard when you said that. "I want you to fucking wreck me."
Okay, now that got him. You had only ever said that once before, and he had desperately craved it since but wasn't exactly bold enough to ask for no limits. There was something unique about being able to fuck the woman he loved with no holds barred. He could do whatever he wanted or saw fit. Anything.
It was a blur how his lips ended up attached to your collarbone, sucking sloppy little pink marks all over the soft skin. You moaned lightly, and he was only encouraged by the soft sound. He bit slightly, taking the flesh between his teeth. He was skilled. He knew exactly what he was doing as he put pressure down, releasing it a moment later. He licked a small stripe over the bite to soothe it. A little whine escaped your lips at the sensation, that part of your collar pleasantly tingling for moments after. You couldn't take it. You grabbed his hair tightly, pulling him to your lips.
The kiss couldn't be described as anything other than lustful. Your desire for him was fueled by him grinding his knee against your heat, creating a certain friction. It was certainly welcome, and he could tell by your heavy breaths.
"You're eager." He lowly whispered into your ear. You couldn't help but moan at the combined sensations. It felt so good as his cold fingers travelled along your back, your bra. Your breasts bounced free and he instantly moved his attention down, taking one of them into his mouth with care. He played with the other one in his rough hand.
You bit your lip to keep the sounds in as his warm tongue circled your nipple, licking it slowly. He was beyond skilled and it showed as he placed a light bite on your breast. Your hands found their way to his hair, grasping at the long blond locks. He groaned, sending the vibrations throughout your body. A moment later, he let go of your sensitive nipple with a slight pop.
"Mm, and what do you want?" He asked. You leaned forward, trying to reach to unbuckle his black pants. "Ah, ah, ah- not yet."
His mouth fell back on your body as he had a new idea. He kissed his way down, down, down, before stopping at your panty line. His fingers slipped underneath the soft red fabric that rested on your hips, pulling the side down. You just hated when he teased like that, but it was only moments before he followed through and fully removed them. A cruel smile lined his lips as you glared at him, feeling him slick a finger through your wetness.
"Please?" You whimpered. He thoughtlessly threw the panties behind him before returning his hands back to your clit. He played with it for a moment before letting two of his fingers slip inside you. You moaned rather loudly at the contact, nearly closing your legs at the feeling. He clenched his jaw in frustration as he felt you tighten around his fingers, wishing it was his cock instead. But he savored the teasing, truly. Michael pumped the long, thin digits in and out of you with ease.
His tongue felt so, so good as he licked a plain stripe up your clit to tease. Your hands gripped the blanket beneath you as you became a moaning mess under his touch, so delicate. The faster he moved and the harder he sucked, the faster it seemed to bring you to your orgasm. He took his tongue away, replacing it with his thumb instead.
"You're close, aren't you?" He cooed. You nodded your head. "I want to hear you say it."
"I'm close." You said through gritted teeth.
"Good girl. Do you want to cum all over daddy's fingers?" He drove you crazy with the filth that came from his mouth. He was so naturally good with the dirty talk that it was almost... Scary.
"Yes daddy," You moaned. "I want to cum on your fingers. Please."
"I appreciate you saying please, but I want you to hold it until I say so."
You wanted to fight him. You wanted to fight back against his demand, but you simply found yourself a noisy mess as you focused on the task he gave you. He let it go on for at least a minute more, but it felt like forever as you tried to hold back your orgasm.
"Daddy, please?" You begged softly, a tear threatening to fall from your eye. "Please let me cum."
"Cum, baby girl. Cum all over my fingers. Doesn't it feel so good?" He loved feeling the way you twitched and clenched and squeezed around him as you came. He sucked and licked the insides of your thighs as you came, still paying close attention to your body. But in his mind, Michael was already planning his next move.
He sucked the juices off of his fingers, looking you in the eye as he did it. Then he spoke. "I have something for you." He reached in his pocket, pulling out a black velvet bag. He opened it to reveal a small, silver vibrator.
His tongue fell back in place on your clit a moment later, and it wasn't long before you heard the quiet hum of the vibrator whir to life. He slicked it between your folds, making you whine out. It wasn't intense, just... Different. But pleasant. He took great pleasure in watching you squirm under his little wand and tongue.
"Ah, fuck," You moaned out. Your legs instinctively locked around his neck, causing him to laugh lightly against you. A subtle whine escaped you. You were already so close to your second orgasm from his slight overstimulation, which washed over you a moment later. He talked you through the intense pleasure before you released him, allowing him to stand. Michael watched you breathe heavily with a mischievous smile. A moment later, he spoke.
"I want you on your knees."
You instantly obeyed his order, kneeling on the carpet floor without a second thought. He stood in front of you, looking down at you oh so dominantly.
"You know your place."
You certainly did. He had taken the uncomfortable slacks off at some point earlier, so you toyed with the waistband for a moment, letting your hand fall downwards to feel his cock. He groaned at the simple thought of your lips around his cock, his erection almost becoming painful as you pulled the black briefs down carefully.
You let your hand stroke him for a moment before you kissed the pink tip, earning another small sound from him, before trailing your tongue along his length. He was surely blessed in that department, having been given such a long and thick cock. He was grateful, and you were too.
He held his breath as you took him into your mouth, slowly. You pumped what you couldn't fit with your hand carefully. He exhaled shakily as you began to take him deeper into you, down your throat. A moment later you pulled away, looking up at him with a rope of spit dripping from your lips. You took him back into your mouth again, but this time, he took charge. With your hair messily pulled into his hands in a half-hearted ponytail, he led your every movement. He was nothing short of hellish as he let you choke on him.
He became more vocal as his orgasm quickly approached, his grip on you only tightening as the sinful sounds surrounded the room. He loved the pure hellishness of it all as he came with a strangled noise falling from his lips. You swallowed it with a slight wince as he pulled away from you, a lazy grin on his face. He pulled you close for a chaste kiss, allowing him to taste himself on your lips. Michael found it... Gratifying. Always.
The two of you laid together in silence. Your hand rested on his thigh, and his carefully stroking your hair. The calm didn't last but a few minutes before he was ready to go again.
That's how you ended up on all fours, your husband having a nice grip on your hair as you begged for him. He loved the sweet, pained sounds that came from you and you couldn't lie, you did too.
"Good girls don't get daddy's cock, you know." He hissed into your ear. "Are you a good little girl?" You shook your head feverishly. He chucked lightly. "Hm, that's nice to know."
His free hand felt across your ass, a harsh smack landing with a sharp noise. Just when you were about to scream out of frustration, you felt him slide into you. God, he almost came again right then and there from how good you felt. He hadn't realized how much he missed the feeling of your warm, wet walls to welcome him home.
The only sound you could muster was a halfhearted moan. You absolutely melted as he fucked you, being controlled only by his motions. His hand around your hair. His hand that gripped your curves. They were the only things that kept you from going limp. Your eyes drifted shut from the feeling of him filling you up. You had to admit that you'd desperately missed it.
Michael's guestures came to a halt. "On your back."
He entered you again moment later, but this time, he carefully watched your reaction. He lived for the way your eyes rolled back in your skull with every thrust he gave you, the way your grip on his arm had become so tight as his hand found its way to your throat. He groaned lightly as the stuttered moans fell from your lips. Michael loved the sudden rush of power every time he felt you gasp for air under his large hand, and you loved the wonderful feeling of being trapped underneath him. Your body rocked up and down from the force of his thrusts, letting the two of you fall into a sort of rhythm.
He released your throat, his bright blue eyes staring over you. His wife. You had to be the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on. How could he have fucked up so badly? Suddenly he felt guilty as he remembered the other women. How had he risked destroying his family so selfishly? His mind raced for a moment before he snapped back into the present moment.
"Daddy, I'm going to cum again." You said through heavy breaths. His touch on your clit didn't falter. He reminded himself that you were his, and he was yours. Only yours.
"Mm, do it baby." He purred. "Daddy wants to feel you come all over his cock. You've earned it."
Almost as if you were on cue, you followed his instruction. A loud, almost scream-like moan of his name followed the explosion that happened throughout your body. Michael's arm rested over your mouth to muffle it. God, he would've loved to hear it fully. But the last thing he needed was the neighbors calling the Los Angeles Police again, but it wasn't the first time and he was absolutely sure it wouldn't be the last. It must've triggered something within him, because he felt himself come unraveled inside you moments later.
You laid on the bed for a moment in thought. What had you just done? Maybe it was just the aftershock of getting your brains fucked out, but you almost, almost, didn't feel as... Hurt. It wasn't okay, what he did. It never would be. But as you stood and looked over his tired figure, all of the peaceful memories came flooding back to you just like they had earlier.
"Where are you going?" He rasped lightly, turning his head to look at you for a second. His bright blue eyes were visible even through the darkness that loomed over the bedroom.
Your answer was simple enough. Enough to distract him, to let him think everything was fine. Normal, even. "Quick shower. I'm tired and sweaty."
He laughed quietly, his head fell back on the pillow. "I love you, Y/N. Don't ever forget that."
And once again, you found yourself caught in Michael Langdon's web.
