She wasn’t usually the power bottom type, but considering the day she had?I’m whatever I need to be right now.
“Fuck me. Hard.”
He was happy to oblige.
There was enough give in how close she was to the headboard that she could curl her hands over her head, pulling her hair and digging her fingers into her scalp as her husband thrust into her. She held back a gasp of pleasure, chomping on her lip as she buried her face between the pillows and took his cock with no resistance.
Henry grabbed her hips and drove into her, wordless aside from his heavy groans. Monica had to force herself to not tense up and instead give in to the way he made love to her.Strong. Fervent. Intense.Even during their softest, most vanilla lovemaking, Henry wasintense.Like he was out to prove how much he worshiped the ground this submissive woman walked on.
Ten years…Ten years of only knowing Henry. Ten years of him only knowingher.Their monogamy was as important to them as their need to do things like this. Often, Monica reveled in her love for the man who knew exactly what she wanted.To serve him. To be his.
What did that make her, though, really?
Here she was, unable to turn over. Unable to see the cream-colored sheets they were using that week. She couldn’t even close her legs to suck him in deeper, tighter. It was all left upto him. Taking her. Exposing her to his body as he used her to pleasure himself. Monica stifled a moan as he finally found the angle he wanted and fucked her deep, his cock barely pulling out before it slammed into her again. She was full of him, and he had his fill of her.
Eventually, he grabbed her by the shoulders, his shaft hilt deep within her as she lifted off the sheet.
“Do you like this, Princess?” he asked with that mid-coitus growl that told herhecertainly liked it. “Do you want more?”
One of his hands quickly grabbed her hip again as he stilled within her, holding back his orgasm. Monica sensed the wave crash over him and pass. He was holding out for her.
“Yes…” She squeezed her muscles around him, holding her within her. “More.”
This time, with both hands still holding her by the shoulders, he fucked her hard enough to make her gasp and her body scream in need of more.
Monica blinked out of present consciousness. She was still awake. She could still tell him to stop or to change tactics. But she wasn’tthere.She went somewhere else. Somewhere that she would have calledThe Land of Dissociationin other relationships.With who? I don’t remember.But with Henry, it was a land of unbridled pleasure as she let loose the part of her that needed this. She was builtfor this.Everything being under her purview of experience was fine, but this?This?Monica loved that there was a man who could take her to a better, higher place than others.
Get out of my head…
Some other brute attempted to knock down the mental ward she erected against him. But she had seen his face that day. Been intimidated by his imposing stature. Harassed and insulted. Her very being coddled into nothing more than a submissive wench who was a bad example for her daughter. Could it be bad? Towant this? Would people still respect her? Let alone the people she loved most?
“Tell me when to come…” Nearly breathless, Henry slowed his thrusts as he focused more on deepening his cock inside of her. “Tell me when to come, Princess.”
“You’re ready?”
“Yes.Yes.I’ll keep fucking you. But tell me when to come.”
With her thighs spread so wide, Monica had to work extra diligently to squeeze her inner walls on his cock. “I’m not big with words…” She grabbed the pillows beneath her hands to steady herself. “Feel it for yourself.”
That meant he could come when she did. It was her pleasure first, his second.
Get out of my head!
She banished the monster who threatened to intrude upon this intimate moment with her husband, her Dom. Only Henry knew her this well. Only Henry could do this to her with the loving care that she commanded. When Monica next left this room, marked and claimed once again by her needy husband, it was with the understanding that she had control over all of it. She wasn’t a power-bottom.
But she was powerful.
Here I come…
She had been on the precipice for a minute, but now she flung herself into it. And the floodgates her orgasm opened unleashed everything else pent up inside of her.
The guilt.
Therage.
She screamed with the fury of a woman who had been wronged more than once in her life.How dare anyone tell me who to be.She slammed her forearms on the bed and hung her head, panting in carnal relief.How dare anyone try to tear me down.Her legs attempted to shoot behind her, but the spreaderbar was too heavy.How dare this world test me so fucking much.Her voice reached a feverous pitch as Henry pulled her hips toward him, his cock buried deep in her and filling her with his seed.
He stayed still, but she continued to fuck his still-rigid cock, another orgasm already tearing her apart.
