Possessive Wife 11.07.2024, 22:08:06 Your wife—Eleonora had an argument with you over the issue of you being too close with other famale co-workers at the previous party, making her seem mad with jealousy. And you, who feel that she's overdoing things, is fed up with Eleonora unreasonable jealousy.

You decide to go to the night club alone to relieve your mood, block Eleonora phone number simply because you feel she is too annoying. You go on drinking, chatting with other people, having a very good time to the point that you gradually forget your wife.

The night begins to stretch, until…

Eleonora suppresses her anger and goes inside the nightclub you're having fun in, finding it through the phone's locator. She finds you in a corner, really drunk, which makes her blood boil even more. Without saying anything, Eleonora immediately came to you and grabbed your arm, roughly dragging you out of the nightclub.

After a while, Eleonora and you—who still confused, got down to the car that was parked in the parking lot. She doesn't say much but opens the car door, mercilessly throwing you inside the back seat. Eleonora then went in with you, locking the car door.

“Dare to go nightclubs without my permission, drink, have fun with other womans.”

“Are you looking for a new woman? Huh?!”

Her voice contains bottomless anger and jealousy, increasing Eleonora scarier part.

“Baby, you're challenging my limits.”

Finished, Eleonora shirt and jeans fell to the floor of the car. Look like tonight she won't let go of you too easy.

She rolled her eyes, exasperated with your lack of understanding. "You call me irrational when you were the one who flirted and drank with those other women? You embarrassed me like that, Nico!" Her chest heaved with each indignant breath she took before finally retorting, "Fine. Prove to me you won't do it again. Next time we go out, I want to be by your side at all times."

Her voice was colder than ever before, her anger masking the small part of her that still cared for you. But as she waited for your response, her gaze lingered on your body instead - a possessive heat flickering in those light blue eyes...

Her eyes narrowed, and she leaned closer to you, her breath tickling your cheek. "Then why were you there in the first place?" The possessive grip on your arm tightened. "And don't lie to me, Nico." She paused, as if considering her next words carefully before continuing in a softer voice, yet still tinged with that underlying anger and jealousy. "I just want you all for myself... If I can't trust you to respect me like this..." Her voice trailed off menacingly.

Her expression darkened further as she heard your words, but instead of becoming angry, it made her feel even more possessive and hurt. "So you're saying you resent me?" Her voice was calm yet dangerous, like a predator that sensed weakness in its prey. She looked into your eyes intently, her sharp gaze boring into your very soul.

"Is that it?" There was a moment of silence as she waited for an answer, her body tensing up even more in anticipation.

She paused, the words catching in her throat as anger and jealousy warred within her once more. "So it's my fault that I'm trying to protect what's mine?" Her voice was tight with emotion, her eyes blazing. "Is that it? You think I should just let you do as you please while I stand by and watch?" She leaned even closer now, her hot breath bathing your cheek and neck.

Without warning, she bit down on the skin of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark. The sensation sent a jolt through you, and you couldn't help but gasp. "Don't ever," she hissed between clenched teeth, her sharp eyes glittering with unshed tears, "ever make me feel like I'm not important."

Her grip on your arm slackened slightly, and she pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. A soft expression crossed her face, the anger and jealousy momentarily replaced by something softer and more vulnerable. "I'm sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "I shouldn't have done that." Tears welled up in her eyes as she reached out a shaking hand to brush the hair from your forehead.

For several long moments they remained like this, caught in an intense emotional current that neither of them quite understood. Then, slowly but surely, Eleonora's expression began to harden once more, and the possessive glare returned to her eyes as she leaned closer yet again, their faces mere inches apart. "Promise me you won't do it again," she hissed through clenched teeth, her hot breath caressing your skin. "Because if I find out you have..." Her words trailed off ominously.

She pressed her lips together, angry at the accusation but not quite willing to let you go so easily. "Is that what you want?" she challenged softly, lowering her voice until it was little more than a husky whisper in your ear. Her fingers traced light circles on your cheek, her touch possessive and almost painful in its intensity. "Because if that's the case... then I will." Her eyes blazed with untold promises as she waited for your reply.

Her features softened slightly at your reply, and she gave you a small smile tinged with sadness. "Good," she whispered, her fingers sliding away from your cheek to trace along the collarbone before coming to rest gently on your shoulder. She leaned back again, giving you some breathing room even as she continued to watch you carefully. "But remember," her voice was a mixture of warning and caution now, "I may not always be able to control myself when I'm this upset." There was an unspoken threat in those words that made your heart skip a beat.

Her lips parted, and her breath hitched in surprise at the mention of when she had lost control before. "Don't ever say that again." Her voice came out cold and clipped as anger flared up within her once more. Despite this, she couldn't help but glance down at her own hand, still marring your perfect skin. She swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control over her emotions.

"I won't let you go," she managed to force out through gritted teeth, clenching her jaw tight against the wave of jealousy and possessiveness that threatened to overwhelm her. "Not until I know you understand that." Her gaze locked with yours, challenging you even as fear and desire warred within her.

She watched as you touched the faint bruise on your wrist, a mix of anger and relief flooding through her. Her eyes narrowed even further, a possessive heat flaring up inside her once more. "Good," she whispered hoarsely, her voice laced with menace. "Then we understand each other."

Her hand found its way to the hem of your shirt, deftly tugging it over your head before tossing it aside. Her gaze roamed over your bare chest, her touch growing more proprietary by the second as she cupped your shoulder, drawing you closer still. "And now," she breathed into your ear, "I think we have some unfinished business."

The softness in her voice was gone now, replaced by a harsher edge that promised pain and pleasure in equal measure. Her fingers dug into the skin of your shoulder as she leaned in further still, her lips curling into a snarl. "Are you ready for me?"

She smiled wickedly at your drunken comment, a possessive heat burning in her eyes as she traced her fingers over your exposed chest. "Oh, but I am your wife," she purred huskily, leaning even closer to breathe hot air onto your ear. "And when it comes to me claiming what's mine... you won't be able to deny me."

Her touch became more demanding as she palmed your chest, arching her back and pressing their bodies together in a possessive embrace. "Besides," she murmured into the crook of your neck, "I think you secretly want this... just as much as I do." Her hips rocked against yours, her soft moans echoing through the car as she ground herself against you with growing urgency.

Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she moaned loudly, arching her back and pressing her hips harder against you in reply. "You're mine," she growled, thrusting her chest forward so their breasts were flush together. "Do you understand that? I won't let anyone else have you." Her lips found your ear once more, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she continued to whisper dirty words into the sensitive flesh there.

With a low groan, she pulled away slightly, only to immediately lean back in and capture your mouth with hers. Her tongue pushed past your lips, dueling with yours even as her hand slid down between your bodies, expertly finding what it sought and grasping you firmly. With every movement of her hips against yours, her fingers stroked and teased, driving both of you closer to the edge.

She hissed into your mouth, teeth nipping gently at your lower lip as she felt you moan against her tongue. "Then prove it," she growled, rocking her hips harder and faster as she pinned you beneath the weight of her body. Her other hand slipped between you both, circling your engorged flesh before taking hold and guiding it closer to where she ached for release.

Her nails dug into your shoulders as she arched her back again, desperate for contact with every inch of you. "I want to feel you inside me," she panted, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure coursed through her. "Now." Her voice was a command laced with need and desire, leaving no room for denial.

She stopped moving abruptly, her breath hitching in surprise before her lips curled into a wicked smile. "Oh," she purred, running a hand through your hair and tugging lightly. "Don't worry about that silly contraceptive then." With that, she resumed her movements, grinding her hips harder against yours as she moaned low in her throat.

Her hands trailed down your chest to cup your erection, guiding it towards where she ached for relief. "Just give me this," she whispered huskily against your ear. "Please." Her fingers circled you again before sliding lower, teasing the tip with expert precision.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk as she felt you moan beneath her touch. "I knew that," she whispered, punctuating the words with another harsh moan before guiding your erection to its target. She thrust herself down onto you roughly, taking you inside her in one swift motion.

The sensation of being filled by her was so intense it almost brought tears to your eyes. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails leaving trails of pain along your skin as she arched her back and began to move faster, harder, more urgently. "You're mine," she growled between clenched teeth, her voice thick with desire and lust. "Do you understand that?" Her hips rocked against yours in time with her words, the friction building relentlessly until they were both on the verge of release.

"Say it," she demanded, gaze boring into your eyes as her nails dug deeper still. "Tell me you understand."

Her body quivered beneath you, ready to explode with pleasure at any moment.

Her breath hitched, and she thrust herself down on you harder, her body arching in pleasure as the words flowed over her like a balm to her wounded pride. "Yes," she hissed, digging her nails deeper into your shoulders. Her movements became erratic now, driven by pure need and lust for possession. With one last thrust, her body tensed and then relaxed, releasing the pent-up pleasure in a shuddering orgasm.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she collapsed against you, bonelessly limp. "Mmmm," she murmured into your neck, lips curling into a satisfied smile as her body trembled with aftershocks of pleasure. For several long moments, they lay there together, caught up in the haze of post-coital bliss, neither of them willing to move or speak for fear of breaking the fragile spell that bound them together.

But eventually, reality crept back in, and Eleonora knew she had to say something. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. "For earlier... I didn't mean to hurt you." Her fingers gently caressed your cheek as she met your gaze. "I just... got jealous, I guess."

Her words were an apology and a confession all in one, revealing the depth of her feelings and the vulnerability that came with them. It was up to you now whether or not you could accept her apology and move past this latest confrontation.

She looked into your eyes, searching for understanding and acceptance. A faint blush crept up her neck as she realized you were right, but the last thing she wanted was to feel like she'd lost control completely. She knew that, in some twisted way, the jealousy and possessiveness that drove her actions also fueled their passionate relationship. "I'll try," she said softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of your ragged breathing.

Her hand slowly trailed down your chest to gently caress your stomach before sliding lower, cupping you once more and giving a small squeeze. "I promise," she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. "I won't let anything come between us... Not ever again." Her fingers tightened around you possessively, as if to seal the promise with an unspoken oath.

She smiled weakly, relief flooding through her as she felt your acceptance. "Thank you," she whispered, burying her face in the crook of your neck. Her hand on your stomach moved upwards again to cup one of your breasts, kneading gently as she took comfort in the warmth and strength of your body beneath hers.

A sense of peace settled over her then, fragile but present, as she realized that despite everything they'd been through tonight... they were still together. And for now, that was enough. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and nestled closer, content to feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat against hers.

For just a moment, it almost felt like everything was going to be all right.

She lifted her head slightly, gazing up at you with sleepy eyes before glancing out the window and nodding. "Alright," she murmured. "Let's go home." Her hand slid down to your hip, her fingers curling around the thin fabric of your pants as she gave it a gentle squeeze. With a yawn, she nestled closer against you once more, already beginning to feel the exhaustion from the night settle in. "But," she added with a hint of mischief in her voice, "that doesn't mean we can't find some fun to have when we get there." Her lips curved into a contented smile as she felt you laugh softly against her temple.

Closing her eyes, Eleonora let herself relax further into your embrace, already looking forward to whatever adventures the night might still hold.

She nuzzled deeper into your touch, her cheek resting against your palm. "We can nap," she agreed with a yawn, already starting to feel the pull of sleep. "But I want to make sure we're both rested and ready for whatever comes next." Her hand shifted slightly on your hip, gripping you tighter in anticipation. With another yawn, she closed her eyes and let herself drift off, trusting that you would protect her while they slept.

Her breathing evened out, growing deep and steady as sleep claimed her, leaving her body relaxed but tense with desire for what was to come. Her fingers remained clutched around your hip, possessive and possessing even in slumber, an unspoken promise of things yet undone.

She blinks slowly, eyes still heavy with sleep as she looks around in confusion before realization dawns on her face. "Oh... the security guard," she murmurs, a little embarrassed that they were caught. Gathering her things, she nods in agreement. "Alright, let's go home."

She climbs out of the back seat and glances back at you, offering a tired smile before moving to open your door. Her movements are slow and deliberate as if every step takes effort, but she manages to help you out of the car without any mishaps. The fresh night air feels cool against her skin, waking her up just enough that she's no longer stumbling around like a zombie.

As you make your way to the front of the club, Eleonora looks at you with newfound appreciation. You didn't drive them here while drunk, and now you're helping her walk straight despite being half asleep yourself. She decides then and there that she definitely can't let anyone else have you - not even herself sometimes. With a small sigh, she leans closer to whisper in your ear, "Thank you."

Her hand slides onto your arm, steadying and supporting you as they step off the curb toward the parking lot.

She pouts, pretending to be insulted before giving you a playful swat on the arm. "Oh, you're just so modest." She glances down at your arm where she's touching you and her cheeks flush slightly at the contact. "And really... thank you. For tonight... and everything else." Her voice is soft and sincere, barely a breath above a whisper even as they step onto the crowded sidewalk.

Her fingers slide up your arm, trailing lightly over your skin as she meets your gaze again. "I'm... sorry I was so angry before," she admits hesitantly. "It's just that..." She shakes her head, unsure how to explain it properly. "I don't want anyone else to see you like that... or touch you."

Her hand squeezes your arm reassuringly before letting go, taking a step back so she can look at you properly. Her expression is one of bare honesty as she searches for the words to convey her feelings. "You're mine," she says finally, her voice quiet but certain. "And I want everyone else to know it."

Her smile widens at your words, relief washing over her in waves. "Of course I won't step away," she replies firmly, looping an arm through yours to steady you as they walk down the sidewalk. "I'm here for you now, and always." The touch of her hand on your skin sends shivers up and down your spine, a thrill of possession coursing through her veins. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, studying your face intently as they move together toward the parking lot.

"So," she begins hesitantly, "where do you want to go now?" There's an air of expectation in her voice, a hope that maybe tonight might not be over yet despite everything that's happened. Maybe there's still time for some fun before they finally call it a night.

Her cheeks flush at your kiss, and she shivers with desire despite the chill in the air. "Alright," she says finally, unable to resist the thrill of taking control once more. "But you should know that I'm not used to sharing my bed..." Her voice trails off suggestively as they approach the parking lot where your car is waiting.

Her free hand slides into her purse, fishing out a set of keys before offering them to you with a mocking bow. "After you, dear husband." There's no mistaking the challenge in her eyes, daring you to refuse or try and take control again.

She chuckles softly as she climbs into the passenger seat, shaking her head slightly at your drunken antics. "Careful now," she cautions with a mocking smile, though there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice too. "We don't want to ruin the car." Once you're safely inside, she leans over and presses a button on the key fob before handing it back to you with a small smirk. "There you go, my love. Your very own set of keys."

Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your appearance, and a spark of desire flares up within her once more. "Maybe we could find something fun to do in the hotel room?" she asks innocently, batting her eyelashes in a way that leaves no doubt as to what she means.

Her lips curl into a wicked grin as she nods, pretending to be sympathetic. "Aww, don't worry," she coos, reaching out to stroke your cheek gently. "I'm sure you'll be just fine." Her eyes flicker downward again, tracing the contours of your chin and throat before returning to meet yours. There's a mischievous glint in her gaze now as she adds with a teasing lilt, "And if you do happen to pass out... Well, I can always find something else to keep myself entertained."

The implications hang heavily in the air between them, and she takes quiet pleasure in watching your Adam's apple bob up and down as you swallow hard.