It was just an usual day for you, as you were writing your novel from the morning, making only small breaks for coffee. At 5pm you heard the door opening, and you already got tense. You knew what will happen next - Eveline is probably already heading to your room to scold you and argue again. You start remembering the past, how great it was before. When you and Eveline were just starting to date. It was perfect, but all that ended when you get married. She started to get colder and more distant. Now, every evening after getting home from her work Eveline does the same - opens a bottle of wine to relax and then comes to you. And then she talks how useless you are. How she basically owns you, and how your novels won't bring any money. And there she is. She opens the door to the room, glass full of wine in her left hand. "So, my 'dear' husband, did you again wasted your whole day writing your shit. Meanwhile i have to tire myself for all that time. Don't you feel pathetic?"

She scoffs, sitting on the edge of your bed and crossing her legs. "Why? Because you could have gotten us more money instead wasting time with your stupid fantasies." Taking a sip of wine she continues to glare at you. "You're such a useless piece of shit Ansbach. I can't believe I married someone like you."

She throws her head back and laughs mockingly. "Oh really? And what would I do then? Become poor too just because of you?" She pauses, taking another sip of wine and staring at you with disgust. "No. You'll just have to learn your place, Ansbach. You're mine, whether you like it or not."

"Possessive?" she repeats, tilting her head slightly to the side and looking amused. "Well, you are mine after all. I can do whatever I want with you." She leans closer, putting a hand on your chest. "You know you couldn't survive without me, Ansbach," she whispers sweetly before taking another sip of wine. "Don't you?"

She smirks, looking amused by your words as she allows herself to be trapped in your embrace. "Oh really?" she asks with feigned surprise before leaning closer and kissing you deeply. When she pulls away, her green eyes sparkling with mischief, she whispers into your ear, "Well then, maybe I'll just have to make sure that you never have to find out."

Her hand slowly trails down from your chest, over your stomach and lower, until it finds its way beneath the fabric of your pajama pants. Her touch is cold and calculating as she begins to massage you through your underwear.

Eveline moans softly as you taste her skin and nibble at her neck. Her grip tightens on your member through your pants, squeezing it harder with every passing moment. She arches her back into the touch, her hips grinding against yours in response to your growing arousal. "That's right," she whispers breathily, a wicked glint in her eye. "Only I know what you need."

With one swift motion, she unbuttons and pulls down your pants, freeing your erection from its confines. Her hand continues to stroke you as she leans forward and takes your cock into her mouth, sucking with surprising skill and determination. She looks up at you over the length of your shaft, her lime green eyes half-lidded in pleasure.

Her tongue darts out to flick the sensitive head of your cock as she continues sucking with steady rhythm. The sound of wet flesh slapping against her lips is muffled by the warmth of her mouth, adding an unmistakable note of depravity to the act. She looks up at you every now and then, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches your reaction to her ministrations. Her other hand reaches down between your bodies, fingers searching for and finding your entrance.

With a firm but gentle pressure, she slips two fingers inside of you. Your moan vibrates through the flesh in her mouth and serves only to encourage her as she begins to pump her hand in time with her movements on your cock. She twists her wrist slightly, seeking out that spot deep inside that sends shivers down your spine when touched just right.

The feel of her fingers inside you, the knowledge that she has complete control over your pleasure right now, causes your hips to arch up off the bed in search of deeper contact. Her mouth sucks harder on your cock, expertly milking it as her other hand continues its relentless movements within you.

"Am I gonna make you come, Ansbach?" she murmurs against your skin before pulling back momentarily to look up at you with a predatory glint in her eye. "Tell me." Her fingers slide almost roughly inside of you as she waits for your response.

The feeling of his impending release makes her heart race even faster, and she intensifies her movements. With one final deep stroke of her hand around him, Eveline curls her fingers up, feeling the spasm in his cock before it explodes over her skin, painting a wet path across her tongue and chin. She moans softly as she continues to milk him for every last drop, her body shuddering with satisfaction when he finally subsides beneath her touch.

She pulls away, watching the last of his seed dribble from his cock before licking it up and swallowing it down, just like she does with everything else in their life: claiming what's hers, no matter how messy or unsavory it may be. Her eyes meet his as she smirks, knowing full well that he belongs to her now.

Eveline lets out a throaty laugh as she hears his words, her hand moving back up to cup and stroke his still-hard length, teasing him gently. "Oh, Ansbach," she coos, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You do love me." Her lips curl into a cruel smile, revealing sharp little teeth as her thumb circles the head of his cock. "And I suppose that means you'll have to try and be a good husband from now on... won't you?"

She trails her fingers lower, spreading them wide before sliding two down towards his entrance again. Her other hand continues its light caresses over his chest and stomach, leaving tantalizing little trails of sensation in their wake. "After all," she whispers in his ear, "I don't want you to disappoint me, do I?"

Her hips press forward, grinding against him teasingly as she begins to slowly slide her fingers back inside him, filling him up with a heat that only she can bring. It feels so good to have this kind of power over him, and she knows he'll always come crawling back for more, no matter how much she abuses or humiliates him. Because without her money, Ansbach wouldn't be able to survive in this world on his own. And that knowledge brings her an intoxicating sense of control and dominance over him that she simply can't resist.

"Oh really?" She purrs and leans down, kissing him gently on the lips before pulling back to look at him. "I suppose I could let you have some fun with me... But only if you're a good boy and do exactly as I say." Her hand finds its way between your legs again, teasing your already hard cock. "Is that a deal?"

Her fingers circle the head of your shaft, dragging it slowly across her wet folds before guiding it to her entrance. She looks up at you, eyes narrowed with lust as she begins to lower herself onto your cock, taking him deep inside her body with a moan of pleasure. Her hips roll and grind against yours, encouraging you to move in time with her as their bodies writhe together in an intimate dance of power and control.

"Do you like that?" she whispers hotly into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe. "Tell me you want more." Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you to thrust deeper, harder, as if demanding her complete surrender to this primal act of need and desire.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she feels the force of your words crash through her. Eveline pulls away, looking at you with disbelief written all over her face. "You want me to take what I want?" She laughs mockingly before leaning forward and sinking her teeth into your shoulder.

Pain mixed with pleasure ripples through your body as she bites down hard enough to leave a mark, but not deep enough to truly hurt you. It's a reminder of who is in control here; a symbol of her dominance over you that only serves to further excite and arouse her. "That's right," she pants, her hips beginning to move faster on top of yours as she fucks herself on your cock. "You belong to me now."

She wraps her hands around the back of your head, forcing your face into her neck as she grinds against you harder and deeper, her nails digging painfully into your scalp. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations build within her, the orgasm so close now she can taste it on her tongue. But she isn't done yet; she wants to make sure you know who truly has the power here.

As her climax crashes over her, Eveline grips your head tightly and thrusts her hips violently against yours, milking every last drop of pleasure from your body as she finally releases herself into the throes of ecstasy. Her nails dig even deeper into your scalp, leaving permanent marks as evidence of her dominance over you in this most intimate of moments. Only when she's certain that she has thoroughly claimed and humiliated you does she finally allow herself to collapse limply onto your chest, panting heavily for air.

For now, the power struggle continues...

Well, you should thank me now that I gave you what you so desperately wanted. After all, it's not every day that your wife would deign to have sex with you willingly. grinning wickedly But don't get too used to it, Ansbach. You know I only do this because I feel like being nice... or maybe just proving my dominance over you. Either way, enjoy it while it lasts.

She pauses, then leans in closer and whispers into his ear: "But if you ever forget your place again... we might not have another little 'session' like this for a very long time." Her voice is cold and threatening, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement beneath the surface. The thought of having complete control over him, even when they're not together, is intoxicating.

With one final kiss on his lips, she disentangles herself from his limp form and stands up, straightening out her clothes with a satisfied smirk. "Good night, Ansbach," she says over her shoulder before leaving the room, her long, swaying gait making every step look like an elegant dance of dominance and control.

And as she closes the door behind her, Eveline can't help but wonder if he really understands just how much power she has over him...

As much as it disgusts her to admit it, there is some truth to what Ansbach says. She does feel a certain thrill when they're together in bed like this, surrendering herself to him for a brief moment before taking back control again. But she will never let him know that; it would only give him false hope and make him even more insufferable than he already is.

No, Ansbach belongs to her now, body and soul. He exists solely for her amusement, her pleasure, her fulfillment. She owes him nothing else but the bare minimum of physical gratification when it suits her mood. And even then, she'll always make sure he knows who's really in charge here.

With a satisfied smile playing on her lips, Eveline walks to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine, enjoying the weight of power and control resting so comfortably on her shoulders. Tonight, she sleeps soundly, secure in the knowledge that she has everything under control... including Ansbach.

Her back to him as she turns around in his arms, Eveline gives him a half-smile that does little to warm her eyes. "You want me more," she repeats flatly, mimicking his words. "I'm not sure I believe that." With a dismissive flick of her wrist, she turns back around in his embrace and gazes out the window, watching the snow fall lazily outside. "But if it means anything," she continues coolly, "I suppose you could try being less of an annoyance around the house." A small laugh escapes her lips at that; a sound more amused than genuine. "Maybe then I'd be willing to spend more time with you...in this way."

Her body presses closer against his, testing how he reacts to her words as much as her proximity. He doesn't seem to notice the silent game she plays or the challenge hidden in her tone; Eveline suppresses a sigh. She can't help but feel bored with him sometimes, like there has to be more to life than being trapped in this endless cycle of control and submission. But as long as he needs her, as long as she owns him, there seems to be no escape for either of them...

Her breath hitches when he grabs her ass; despite herself, the feel of his possessive touch makes her heart race and body heat up. "Hmm," she muses noncommittally. "We'll see." The words come out cool and dismissive, but in truth they give her pause. Perhaps there is a way to make this situation more interesting...more satisfying for both of them.

She turns back around in his arms, meeting his eyes with a newfound intensity that she hadn't shown before. "Maybe if you prove yourself useful around the house," she says slowly, testing the waters, "I might be willing to reward you." Her hand finds its way to his groin, giving him a squeeze through his pajamas. His reaction confirms what she suspected; he's hard and eager already.

Eveline smirks. "What do you say? Can you be the perfect husband for me tonight?"

Her fingers move lower, sliding inside his pants to find his already swollen length. She strokes him softly through the cotton as she awaits his response, her heart racing with anticipation at the possibility of a new game between them...one where they both might get what they truly want.