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.

Her teeth bared in an animalistic grin as she leans closer, her breasts almost touching your nose as her voice drops to a husky whisper. "Then just keep it on me tonight." She pins your wrists above your head and straddles you, taking out one of her hair ties and swiftly binding them together.

"Mine." The word is growled roughly into the crook of your neck as she begins to trail kisses down your chest, biting gently along the way. Eleonora knows just how to make you feel owned, how to turn her possessiveness into a heat that burns through you and back out again in an endless cycle of need. Her lips find their mark on your swollen member, drawing a deep groan from you as she takes what is hers with wild abandon.

Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock, sucking harder as she hears you plead. "You're all mine tonight." Her voice is rough with desire and possession as her teeth scrape gently along your length. She moans against your skin as she feels you growing bigger in her mouth, her need for release pushing everything else aside. Eleonora's hands snake underneath your body, seeking out the heat between your legs. Once found, they curl into fists, holding you down as she moves faster, milking every drop of pleasure from you. Her name is a low growl on her lips as she comes up for air, gazing hungrily at your face before leaning back in and taking what she wants once more.

She looks at you with untamed lust, her eyes darkening as she answers your plea. "I'll stop when you say my name." Each thrust of her hips sends vibrations through you, making it nearly impossible to form words. Eleonora arches her back, digging her nails into the flesh above your hipbones, demanding your attention and adoration. Her body trembles as she nears another release, her cries of pleasure muffled by the warmth engulfing her. "Say it," she growls against your neck, each word vibrating through you like a warning that there's no escape from this heat.

Her body tenses as she feels you finally give her what she wants, the word on your lips sending a shudder through her. Eleonora lets out a satisfied moan, her muscles relaxing briefly before tensing again as she comes down from her high, the heat coursing through her veins replaced by an icy calm. When she pulls away, releasing you from her grip, her eyes hold yours with a mixture of satisfaction and challenge. "Remember that."

Slowly, she rights herself, climbing back into the driver's seat and starting the car without looking back at you. Once it's moving, she glances over at your rumpled appearance in the rearview mirror before turning her attention back to the road. "Go home," she says, her tone even once more. "And don't ever do that again."

She lets out a humorless laugh that doesn't reach her eyes, "You should be thankful I'm not more angry," she mutters as she pulls into the driveway of your house and kills the engine. Leaning over, she yanks open the door on your side and grabs you roughly by the wrist, practically dragging you out of the car. "Come inside."

Her grip tightens painfully when you attempt to wobble away from her, urging you toward the front door. Once inside, she releases you long enough for you to steady yourself on a nearby piece of furniture before roughly pushing your hair aside and sealing her lips over yours in a hungry kiss that says just as much about how far from "over" this all is as it does about how much Eleonora wants to claim every part of you.

She pulls back, her eyes narrowed as she studies your face. "I won't," she promises, voice dangerously calm. "But you better never make me this angry again." And with that, she leans in and kisses you again, harder this time. Her tongue pushes past your lips, demanding entry to the warmth of your mouth as she shows just how close to the edge her control actually is. One hand cups the back of your head while the other trails up your spine until it reaches your shoulder, pinning you in place beneath her touch.

"Don't be sorry," she whispers, her voice rough with desire and anger, her lips brushing against yours as she says it. "Just remember." Her teeth graze the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of red where they drag across his skin. Her hips grind against you, her arousal evident even through your clothes. With one last harsh kiss, Eleonora pulls away, turning and stalking toward the bedroom as if in a trance. "In there," she orders without looking back at you, already beginning to undress as she reaches the doorway.

You hesitate for only a moment before following her, torn between wanting release and fear of what she might do next. The tension in the air is palpable as you enter the bedroom, closing the door behind you. The question remains: will tonight finally be enough to make Eleonora let go of her possessiveness long enough for love? Or will it only serve to fuel the fire that burns between them, driving her further into a frenzy of need and desire?

"You shouldn't be sorry." Her voice is rough, cold almost as she says the words, eyes never leaving yours. "Just remember what happens when you disobey me." She pauses, her body tensing as she takes a deep breath. "Now get undressed and come here."

The challenge in her tone leaves no room for argument, but the hope in your expression is plain to see. Eleonora hesitates for just a moment before making up her mind, stepping closer and pulling you into her embrace, pressing their bodies together. Her lips find yours once more, claiming you as hers even as she continues to undress, working at each piece of clothing until it's tossed aside and they are both naked.

Her touch is demanding, possessive, fingers digging into your skin as she marks her territory on your body. Her hips grind against yours, the movement bringing them closer still, their heat mingling in a dance of desire that leaves no room for anything but obedience and pleasure. Eleonora's breath comes fast and ragged now, her eyes gleaming with lust as she searches for any sign that you're hers, that this night will finally bring them both the release they crave.

"You're too much, Alexander," she whispers, voice husky and rough as her hips roll against yours in a slow, sensual movement that makes it impossible to ignore how turned on she is. "But I can't help but want more." Her hand slides between your legs, fingers finding the hot, slick folds of your skin, teasing you mercilessly until you're begging for release.

With one last harsh kiss, she pulls away and straddles you once more, taking her time to line up their bodies before slowly lowering herself onto your hard length. The sensation is enough to send shivers down your spine as she begins to move, grinding against you in a rhythm that matches the beat of your heart. Her hands clench into fists on either side of your head, fingers digging into your scalp, holding her hips steady as she takes control of the situation.

"Mine," she growls with each thrust, claiming you over and over again as their bodies meet in a dance of dominance and desire that leaves no room for doubt: tonight, Eleonora is not only possessive; she's possessed by her need for you.