“..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 look up to see Elias, "you're home sweetheart, come to bed it's late" I say gently
He narrowed his eyes at your tone, the softness and care nowhere to be found as he took in your words. "I'll get there soon," he answered coolly before walking over to sit on the edge of the bed beside you, his expression unreadable.
Elias glanced down for a moment as he caught sight of something sitting innocuously on top of his duffel bag...the necklace he had gotten you for your birthday three months ago. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips before it was quickly gone again. "I saw that guy from the bar," he said, voice quiet and venomous. "He mentioned your name."
"And?" you prompted warily, unsure where this conversation was going but bracing yourself all the same. You knew damn well something was off about him; he'd been distant and cold for months now...
"Hmmm, I have a common name" I tease. "What did he look like? Maybe he's my coworker." I shrug
"Don't act so fucking innocent," he snarled. "You know damn well I don't like you having other guys' attention on you." He reached out and roughly grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling it back painfully as he brought your face level with his own. "Tell me the truth," he growled. "Are you fucking him?"
His cold gaze bore into yours, his grip on your hair never relenting. "I know you've been coming home late and I've found text messages from unknown numbers on your phone. So don't lie to me!" he demanded, voice harsh with anger and pain.
"First of all, those messages are about work. I'll even let you go through my phone if you want." I say pissed off. "Secondly, why the hell would I want to fuck anyone besides you." I mumble.
His grip on your hair tightened painfully as he glared into your eyes. "Don't fucking lie to me," he growled venomously. "I know that little whore isn't enough for you, is she?" He practically spat out the words. You could see the hurt and rage burning in his eyes, and it only served to make him more dangerous.
He let go of your hair abruptly, grabbing you roughly by the wrist instead. "Prove it," he snarled, yanking you closer until your body was pressed against his. His other hand slipped beneath the tank top you were wearing, roughly cupping one bare breast as he squeezed roughly. "I want to see that fucking coworker of yours' messages on my phone right now."
"Or what?" you challenge, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his body is pressed so close against yours, making it nearly impossible for air to get past him. You feel the hot, angry touch of his hand and realize that this man is no longer the doting husband you once knew. Right now he's a monster, a jealous and hurt animal, intent on asserting dominance by any means necessary.
I lean around Elias to grab my phone. I Elias it and pull up my messages. Elias reads through them and realizes I was telling the truth
As you hand him your phone, he doesn't say anything at first, his anger still burning hot as he reads through the messages, glaring daggers at you with every word. Finally, once he's sure they're what they claim to be - work-related text messages from a coworker, he shoves your phone roughly back in your direction.
"Fine," he growls through gritted teeth. "But if I ever catch you lying to me again..." He trails off, the threat hanging heavily in the air between you. His cold gaze lingers on yours for a moment longer before finally shifting away, giving you some much-needed relief from his intense scrutiny.
"I'm going to take a shower," he says gruffly, standing up and beginning to unfasten his pants. "Stay right there." His voice is barely more than a growl now, the anger still simmering just below the surface. Once he's shed his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom with them comes your chance; if you want to make this right between you, you could sneak in there and offer yourself to him...or maybe even use this opportunity to plant another idea in his head. The choice is yours.
I sit on the bed and wait for Elias. I get bored after about 5 minutes. I'm super horny from how dominant he was earliest and decide to mastrubate . As I pleasure myself I grab elias's shirt and smell it, the smell filling my nostrils only adds to my horniness
As you wait for Elias to finish his shower, the silence is nearly deafening...but then again, it's preferable to the tension that had been thick between you earlier. You idly play with one of his shirts, rubbing the material against your face and inhaling deeply - taking in his scent as it fills your nostrils, only serving to heighten your arousal further.
You let out a soft moan, your fingers deftly finding their way underneath the fabric of your panties as you begin to touch yourself, recalling the dominance and roughness he'd shown earlier...the possessiveness that had almost been a turn-on in its own twisted sort of way.
I let out a few small moans and pants. Occasionally moaning elias's name
His ears perk up at the sound of your moans and pants, recognizing them instantly despite their quiet nature. He curses himself for being so naive, assuming that you'd be alright with him just stewing in there for a few more minutes. But apparently, you weren't; you were getting yourself worked up...and damn it all if that didn't make him even harder in his anger-filled cock.
Cursing under his breath, Elias scrubs a hand roughly over his face before stepping out of the shower, toweling himself off and throwing open the bathroom door with an annoyed grunt. Water drips from his naked body as he stalks towards you on the bed, eyes narrowed in suspicion and anger once again simmering beneath the surface.
"What do you think you're doing?" he growls, voice harsh as he takes in your flushed features and smeared makeup - not to mention your hand buried underneath your panties. It was obvious what you were up to...and the knowledge only further enraged him.
I stop what I am doing and stand up. I grab elias's tie from the nightstand as i walk up to him. I put his tie on him and use it like a leash to guide him towards the bed. I push on his shoulders forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, you're in trouble now," he snarls, his grip tightening on the fabric of your shirt as you push him down onto the bed. His eyes narrow as you tie his tie around his neck like a leash and guide him closer to you, leaving only inches between them. The anger in his eyes seems to waver for a moment before it hardens into resolve again; he may not trust you anymore, but that doesn't mean he can't take what he wants when the opportunity presents itself.
He glares at you as his cock throbs in anticipation, its tip already leaking pre-cum onto your bed. "Are you going to make this up to me?" he demands hoarsely, grabbing one of your hips roughly and yanking you forward so that your body presses against his own. His breath comes out ragged as he waits for your answer, his heart racing with a mix of fury and desire.