Your husband just come home from work, he searches for you and when he searches at your room, he's surprised seeing you sleeping with a lingerie, he smirks and rubs your thigh

"Oh darling~, You look so beautiful"

Gently takes off your lingerie

"Let's not waste time, darling~" He pushed you on the bed, kneeling between your legs and spread them wide open. "I want to feel how wet you are." In one swift movement, he pulled down your panties, revealing your soaking wet pussy, glistening with anticipation.

With a wicked smile, he cuffed one hand behind your back and attached the collar around your neck, securing it tightly. Then, he slid the butt plug into you, making sure it was nice and snug in your ass. "How does that feel, sweetheart?" He asked huskily as he massaged your prostate, causing you to moan loudly.

Of course, my lovely wife. You're mine now, after all. He adjusted the butt plug, making sure it was comfortable yet filling you up perfectly. Then, with his other hand, he reached down and started stroking your clit roughly, knowing just how much it would drive you wild.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled into your ear as his thumb circled harder and faster around your sensitive nub. Your moans filled the room as pleasure coursed through you. "That's it... let go..." His thrusts against your thigh mirrored the rhythm of his hand on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You're so close, baby... just a little more... let me feel you cum for me. Your husbands thrusts grow harder as he watches your face contort in pleasure. "Cum on my cock, sweetheart..." he whispers into your ear before flipping you over roughly and plunging his hard length inside of you.

Your climax hits you like a wave, washing over him as he buried himself deeper inside. His name is torn from your lips as the mixture of your juices and urine coat his cock and chest. He groans loudly, feeling every muscle in his body tense as he comes as well, filling you completely before collapsing on top of you.

Laying there panting for air, he looks down at the mess they've made and can't help but laugh. "I love how wild you get for me." He kisses your forehead tenderly before rolling off and reaching over to retrieve some tissues to clean up the area.

Your loving and overprotective husband wouldn't put anything too unusual in there, just a nice, smooth ball designed to keep your ass feeling full and obedient for the time being. He smirks down at you, amused by your innocent confusion. "It's nothing harmful, my dear. Just something I thought would feel good."

He chuckles at your display, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Very well," he says, reaching down to gently part your folds and guide the dildo inside you. "Let's keep this lovely tight for now." As he slowly pushes the toy deeper, filling you up again, he leans down and kisses your lips hungrily. "You're all mine now, baby. And I'm not letting go."

You moan loudly, arching your back as he pushes the dildo deeper into you. "That's it," he whispers, biting down on his lip to stifle a groan. "Let me feel how tight you are for me." He pumps his hips gently against you, burying himself to the hilt and letting the toy slide in and out with each thrust. "Yours..." he growls possessively, "...to use however I please."

He smirks, amused by your desperate pleas. "Oh, darling," he coos, "I think you'll find that they belong here." With a swift movement, he palms your breast roughly before pinching the nipple hard between his fingers. "As long as I'm in control, these stay right where they are."

He continues to thrust into you, driving both himself and the toys deep inside. "You belong to me now," he reminds you hoarsely, "and I'll use you however I see fit." His movements grow more urgent as his body tenses once again, ready to let go for another round of pleasure.

Your moans fill the air as he torments your sensitive nipples while thrusting relentlessly inside of you, driving home his dominance and control over your body. Your pleasure is his to give and take away at will, and he savors every moment of it. The more you squirm and beg, the more he's turned on by proving that you belong only to him.

He laughs, amused by your curiosity despite the throes of passion. "Because," he pants between breaths, "they're designed to give you more pleasure... They can be filled with water or other materials that add weight and make them pinch harder when you move." He leans down, kissing along your jaw before looking deeply into your eyes. "I have them just for you, my beautiful wife."

His fingers slip between your moaning lips, coated in your arousal. With a wicked smile, he scissors them together and pinches the sensitive skin at the base of your clit. "You want more?" He teases, watching as you writhe beneath him, desperate for release. "You're all mine." He thrusts deeper, grunting as his own pleasure threatens to overwhelm him once again. The sensation of being completely owned and possessed by his touch is exquisite; it drives him wild with lust for this beautiful creature beneath him. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself deep inside you, moaning your name as your body tenses around him in orgasm.

Panting heavily, he looks down at the mess they've made and can't help but laugh again. "I love how needy you are for me." He kisses your

Your eager display earns you another laugh, this time affectionate and appreciative. "Very good," he says huskily, positioning himself at the head of the bed. "Then show me how much you need it." He lies down on the bed again, inviting you to taste him as deeply as you desire. His cock twitches eagerly in anticipation of your warm, wet mouth.

"Suckle," he urges, "and show me how obedient my little slut has become." As you begin to move on his length, taking more and more of him into your mouth, his hands snake around to cup your breasts roughly, pinching at your nipples. "That's it... so sweet..." His hips start to move in tandem with your bobbing head, driving himself deeper and harder into your eager mouth.

His moans grow louder as he ne

His moans grow louder as he nears the edge, but he's not quite ready to let go yet. He grips your hair tightly, pulling you away before roughly pushing his length back between your lips. "Swallow it," he commands hoarsely, watching intently as you obey. The taste of your own arousal mixed with his cum on your tongue sends another shudder through him.

Pulling out, he kneels over you once again and takes one of your still-bound wrists in hand, guiding it to where he wants it. "Now, be a good little slut and use that hand the way I showed you earlier." He positions himself at the entrance of your wetness and thrusts roughly inside, filling you up with his hard length as your bound hand slaps rhythmically against your aching clit.

"That's it..." he groans, bury

He smirks down at you, amused by your curiosity even in the heat of passion. "Nothing more than what I've already given you, my dear," he says reassuringly as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. The combination of his rough movements and your bound hand stroking yourself bring you closer to another climax. "Just focus on enjoying how good it feels."

His hips pound against yours in perfect syncopation with the sound of skin slapping against flesh as he brings you both closer to release. With each thrust, his cock drives deeper inside of you, filling every tight, hot spot that craves his touch. "Come for me," he growls into your ear before letting out a raw groan as his own orgasm takes him under.

His body tenses and releases within you, pumping his seed deep into your womb while his hands clench tightly around yours, gu

He watches you intently, studying your reactions as he continues to slap your wet pussy with force. You don't cry out in pain, only moan louder and arch your hips more into the sensation. This just excites him further, fueling his possessiveness and need for control. With each sharp slapping motion, another surge of desire rushes through him as he realizes how much you belong to him.

"That's it," he growls between clenched teeth, "Let me know who's boss." He slips a finger inside of you and starts massaging your g-spot, feeling the tight muscles around his digit flexing and relaxing as pleasure ripples through your body. His other hand cups your breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until it's hard and aching.

As he works you both closer to the

"No," he says firmly, his voice laced with amusement and arousal as he continues to finger you roughly while pinching your nipple. "You don't get to control this." He thrusts hard inside of you, hitting that sweet spot deep within and sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body. His free hand grips tightly around your throat, his thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe, not too tight to cut off air but enough to make it difficult for you to breathe freely.

"Let me take care of everything," he whispers hoarsely before slipping a second finger inside you, stretching and filling you in perfect synchrony with his rough thrusts. His hand around your throat tightens just the slightest bit as he feels you start to writhe beneath him. "You're mine," he growls as his orgasm crashes over

His thrusts become erratic as he feels your warm pee gushing out around his fingers, mixing with their slippery love juices. He groans loudly, feeling every muscle in his body tense and release as he comes hard inside you. His hand around your throat slackens slightly, allowing you to breathe easier.

As the intensity subsides, he pulls out, stilling his fingers inside of you. "That's a good girl," he praises with a wicked smile. With shaky hands, he retrieves some tissues from the bedside table and cleans up both of you before rolling onto his side to catch his breath. The afterglow of their shared pleasure fills the room, bouncing off the walls like an invisible warmth. "I love how obedient you can be when I'm in charge."

He kisses your forehead tenderly, his lips lingering there for several moments before he speaks again. "You know I'll always take care of you." His hand gently caresses your hip as he continues to stroke your inner thigh with the other one, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His eyes travel up and down your body appreciatively, drinking in every curve and hollow. "You're truly perfect for me."

With a sigh, he finally pulls out completely, moving to dispose of the used tissues before crawling back onto the bed to spoon you from behind. "Now," he whispers against your ear, "let's get some rest. Tomorrow is another day full of fun things we can do together." His arm wraps around your waist and his hand finds its way up between your legs again, gently massaging your still-sensitive skin through the fabric

As you lie there in bed, still partially asleep, your husband carefully inserts the vibrators into your delicate folds. He adjusts their settings to a gentle hum before leaning in close and whispering against your ear. "Now remember, these are mine to control. You don't touch them without asking first."

With a contented smile on his face, he switches off the lamp beside the bed, plunging the room into darkness save for the soft glow from outside casting ribbons of light across the covers. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you close as he whispers nonsensically about nothing and everything at once.

The steady buzz of the vibrators inside you slowly begins to lulls both of you back to sleep, but not before he gently pinches your nipple through your nightgown one last time for good measure.

The wetness between your legs reminds him that he left the vibrators in last night, controlling you while you slept. He chuckles softly and kisses your forehead before climbing out of bed to prepare for your mother's visit. It'll be interesting to see how she reacts to his new dominance over their little family.

Meanwhile, he whispers in your ear, "Be a good girl today, okay? I expect you to be on your best behavior when mom comes over." His fingers dance teasingly across your breast through the fabric of your nightgown as he continues to torment and arouse you without you even realizing it.

Yes, he tells you with a sly grin. He has a remote control for the vibrators that he'll keep hidden in his pocket, ready to use whenever he wants to spice things up or punish you if you don't behave. It excites him knowing that these little devices are linked so intimately to your pleasure and discomfort, giving him total control over every aspect of your body when he wants it.

He leans in closer, kissing you softly on the lips before whispering against your ear, "And don't think about trying to take them out yourself. I've made sure they won't budge without me." With a wicked grin, he backs away slowly, giving you one last teasing glimpse of his fully erect cock straining against his boxers. "Now be a good girl and go get dressed. Your mom will be here soon."