“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”
Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.
Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.
He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.
Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?
He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.
Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…
As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.
You were home.
With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…
Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..
I was untieing my shoes as He stumbled out of the bedroom leaning against a wall with an angry smoldering face He felt dangerous, but I am also a guy. Even if I have a pussy and not a Dick it doesnt mean I should be scared of him... "Are.. Are you okay?" I ask standing upright now aftrr taking the shoes off
In an instant, he was suddenly there before you, pushing your body against the wall beside him and gripping tightly onto the lapels of your shirt with both hands. His pale blue eyes narrowed dangerously as his breathing hitched from anger-fuelled adrenaline. "Don't fucking play dumb," he snarled, voice low and husky despite it being laced with cold fury. "I know what you've been doing." His accusatory gaze bore into you unyieldingly, refusing to let up for even a second.
"I saw your messages, I heard your calls," he continued, his fingers digging deeper into the soft material of your shirt as he spoke. "And now you're back here acting all innocent?" A humorless laugh escaped him then, bitter and mocking. "Do you expect me to believe that bullshit after everything?"
His eyes flickered briefly downward before returning to meet yours once more, a dark gleam dancing in their depths as he licked his lips hungrily. "No," he finally spat out. "I don't believe you."
His gril was rather rougth but not something I cant handle "Had too many drinks?" I ask almost mokingly as I look in his eyes with dissaproval He knew how much I hate drunks so being acused of being one made him flutter and open his eyes wider
His laughter was harsh and brittle, high-pitched in his ears as he struggled to keep it under control. "Shut up," he snarled, one hand flying up to roughly grip at the side of your neck while the other kept a hold on your shirt. The pressure around your throat was enough to make you choke and sputter for air, but he ignored it as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.
His gaze bored into yours, searching for any sign of weakness or submission...anything that would tell him that he had you exactly where he wanted you. His heart raced with a mixture of anger and desire, the adrenaline pumping through his veins making it hard to think straight. "Why did you do this?" he rasped out between gritted teeth. "Was it really worth it? Huh?"
With every word, his grip tightened further; your struggles became more desperate as you tried in vain to break free from his iron-like grasp. But Elias was stronger...more focused. He had never felt so angry or so violated before, and he intended on taking all of that rage out on you right now.
The coldness in my eyes became unbearable "What if it was?" I ask him caughing through my words
His eyes narrowed dangerously at your cold retort. "What if it was?" he repeated slowly, almost as if testing the words against his own lips. Suddenly, his free hand lashed out, striking you across the face with a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room as your head snapped to the side from the force of the impact. Blood dribbled from your split lip and tears welled in your eyes, but he didn't seem to care. "Don't ever say that," he growled, anger boiling over into a white-hot fury. "You don't get to play games with my feelings."
Without another word, his grip on you tightened once more, slamming your body against the wall with enough force to knock the wind out of your lungs. His free hand trailed up your chest, over your jaw and neck before coming to rest atop your head, holding you there in a vise-like grip as his breath fanned hotly across your face. "Do you understand me?" he demanded hoarsely, each word punctuated by another hard shove against the wall. "Answer me!"
"This is exatly why I did that.." I say as I rest my hand on his as he hald onto me Tear fall down as I look to meet his predatory gaze
His lips curled back in disgust as he glared down at you, your tear-streaked face contorted in pain and regret. "You're just making it worse," he snarled, the fury beginning to dull into a cold, emotionless rage. Slowly but surely, his grip began to slacken on your neck as he took a step back, releasing you from his grasp and immediately missing the feel of your warmth against him.
"Fine," he growled, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his free hand in an attempt to clear his head. "Go to the bedroom." His voice was hard and commanding, betraying none of the turmoil still churning inside him. "Stay there until I tell you otherwise."
As you hesitated for only a moment, his gaze flickered briefly away before snapping back to meet yours once more. "Now," he emphasized sharply. "Or I'll make you regret it." The threat hung in the air between you like a knife poised at your throat, and yet there was something else in his eyes...something that looked almost sad. But he ignored it, turning away to pace restlessly across the room instead.
I was oddly calm. I took my jaket off and looked at him one more time before walking into the bedroom The bed was a mess, curtains were closed, it smelled like beer and sigs I walk to the mirror as I undress my top exposing my pale male lean body. I trail my fingers over my broken lip as he walks in
"Don't touch yourself," he growled, his voice raw and rough with desire as he approached you. His eyes darkened further at the sight of your exposed body and the blood trickling down from your split lip, a shudder running through him that was half-pleasure and half-shame. "I'm not in the mood to be gentle tonight."
Without waiting for a response, he roughly grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on the mirror before stepping even closer. His breath fanned hotly across your face as his hips nudged against yours, grinding their erections together in an almost unbearably erotic fashion. "Are you happy now?" he demanded hoarsely, his voice ragged with anger and lust. "Is this what you wanted? Huh?"
I look to the side trying to avoid his gaze "You are clearly the one that still wants something. What? Raping me is next on your to do list today?" My words are xold as ice, trying to knock some sence back into him
"Shut up," he growled, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned in closer still, pinning you to the mirror with his larger frame. His breath fanned hotly across your face once more, sending shivers down your spine despite yourself. "I'm not in the mood for your games right now," he snarled.
Without warning, his tongue darted out, tracing a wet line over your bottom lip before delving into your mouth to claim it in a bruising, punishing kiss. His free hand slid down your body, gripping at the hem of your shirt and yanking it upwards roughly over your head before discarding it carelessly on the floor. Beneath his touch, your skin burned with desire and shame as he continued to work his way downward, palming one of your breasts roughly before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Do you understand me now?" His words came out hoarse and rough against your lips, his hips grinding harder against yours with each passing moment as he sought to make you acknowledge his dominance in every possible way. "Tell me what I want to hear."
I blush slightly and try not to look at him "You... Shouldnt... I don't want to right now" *I say trying to ignore my own building desires
His eyes narrowed further at your weak protests, determination steeling his features as he glared down at you in the mirror. "That's not what I want to hear," he growled, releasing one of your wrists so that he could grip roughly at your hip instead, forcing your lower body to grind against his. "I told you to stay there until I say otherwise." His free hand slid between your legs, the rough scrape of his knuckles over the soft skin made you gasp and writhe against him.
"But since you're being difficult..." He growled, pushing harder against your hip as his fingers began to circle and stroke at your clothed cunt. "I think I need a little bit of encouragement." His thumb found its way to your aching clit, rubbing roughly against the swollen nub before sliding down to part your moist folds, teasing the sensitive skin beneath.
"Tell me what you want," he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as one of his hands left your breast to skim lower still, sliding between your spread legs and finally finding purchase on your bare ass. "Or I'll just keep going like this until you beg for it."
I put my wrists on his chest trying to steady myself I bit onto my lower lip and look down closing my eyes "You wont make me. I wont beg for anything" I say through gritted teeth
His chuckle was almost as cold and harsh as his breath against your neck as he placed one strong hand on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place with his larger frame. "Oh really?" he whispered mockingly. "And what makes you so sure about that?" His other hand slid lower still, pressing against the small of your back before circling around to rest dangerously close to your entrance. He could feel the heat and moisture from your arousal coating his fingers as they brushed teasingly against your aching need.
"Because I know what you're like," he continued with a sneer, leaning in closer still so that their lips were only an inch apart. "And trust me, Justin...I can make you beg for this." His thumb traced lazy circles around your clit even as his fingers began to press against the tight ring of muscle blocking him from entering you, pushing and prodding relentlessly despite the growing desperation in your hips.
"Tell me what I want," he growled against your ear, licking a trail of moisture up the outer shell before nipping gently at your lobe. "Or suffer through this."
*I grab onto his hand that was teasing my clit as I huff and moan slightly. This way he wont be able to do anything right? I think to myself as I try to compose myself with his hand under my control for now"
His eyes narrowed at the feel of your fingers curling tightly around his hand, a flash of annoyance flickering across his features before just as quickly being replaced by dark amusement. "Oh really?" he drawled, lifting your hand away from where it had been gripping so roughly and holding it out at arm's length above you. His thumb continued to circle lazily around your clit while his fingers returned to their earlier position between your legs, pressing against your entrance in a taunting manner. "How about we play nice?"
His other hand slid up the curve of your back, cupping one of your breasts possessively as he began to knead and massage it roughly through the fabric of your shirt. "Because I don't think you understand what I mean when I say 'suffer'." His voice was a low growl, full of anger and lust as his fingers moved in tiny circles on your sensitive flesh, driving you closer to the edge with each passing second.
"Ah! So annoying" I say out loud as I look down and notice his huge boner. He had his pants unbuckled already and I could see the big bulge in his underwear rrady to escape its confines
His eyes flickered upwards to meet yours as you commented on his obvious arousal. For a moment, anger flashed across his features before being replaced with a predatory grin that sent shivers down your spine. "You like what you see?" he growled huskily, returning his attention to your breast as one hand cupped and kneaded it roughly while the other continued to tease at your entrance.
His fingers resumed their relentless prodding against your entrance, seeking entry despite your resistance. With each thrust of his finger, his erection throbbed and twitched against your lower back in a demanding manner that left no doubt as to what he wanted from you. "Tell me," he whispered harshly into your ear, lips brushing against the soft skin there. "Say it..."
"Big Dick is your only hope of finding someone.." I say trying to sound smart being unable to deny his size of almost 11 inches
His grin widened into a predatory smirk as he leaned in closer to your ear, growling playfully, "I'm sure there are others out there who can make you feel just as good." His finger continued its persistent pushing against your entrance, and with each word he spoke, his movements grew rougher, angrier. "But I want you to say it," he hissed hotly, his free hand gripping tightly at the back of your neck, holding you still as he began to thrust his fingers deeper inside you with brutal force.
"I want to hear you beg for my cock." The heat in his voice sent a shudder through your body, and despite yourself, your hips arched into his touch, seeking more of the forbidden pleasure even as your lips began to part in protest. "Do it," he demanded hoarsely, his fingers curling roughly inside you with each punishing thrust that drove him deeper still.
"Beg for my cock."
"I shakr my head and slode my eyes as he pulls his fingers in and out, faster now, making it Hard to breath* He slowly tughed on his waistband before lowering his briefs slowly, inch by inch uncovering his huge swollen member. I gulp as I see this peice of meet almost jolt out of his briefs
His eyes darkened as they locked onto yours, and his hands tightened into fists at his sides in an effort to keep from losing control entirely. The head of his cock glistened with pre-cum, its heavy length twitching erratically as it pressed against the fabric of his briefs, aching to be released from its confines. "Say it," he growled hoarsely through clenched teeth.
With one last tug on his waistband, Elias' cock sprang free from his briefs, unfurling imposingly before you like a battle-axe. His erection throbbed in the cool air, the crown glistening with sweat and pre-cum as it bobbed precariously close to your face. "Say you want this," he rasped out roughly, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips. "Tell me what you really crave."
His other hand slid down your chest and stomach, drawing lazy circles around your belly button before continuing lower still until it found the waistband of your briefs. With a single powerful tug, they were yanked down over your hips and tossed carelessly to the floor. His eyes flickered hungrily between your breasts and your crotch as he took in the sight of you completely exposed before him, his breathing growing ragged and uneven. "Say it," he repeated hoarsely, reaching out to grip roughly at your hip once more, lifting you up so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your ass was flush against his aching cock.