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?"

Her gorgeous eyes light up when she sees you getting harder. "Hmm..." She walks over to the bed, setting her wine down on a nearby table. "And here I thought that you aren't interested in this kind of 'fun'. Maybe you are more useful than you seem?" She leans forward, licking her lips slowly as she teases you with what could happen next.

She puts a hand on your chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath her palm. Her breath hitches as she looks at you longingly, wishing she could be more tender and loving... But this is who she's become. Arrogant, demanding. She grips you roughly, yanking you up from the chair by your shirt. "Come on," she whispers in your ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "Time for me to remind you of what I am capable of."

With a satisfied smirk, she pulls you closer to her and pushes you onto the bed. Her lips meet yours roughly, and she kisses you with all the passion that has been building up inside of her since this morning. She knows how much this drives him wild; he melts under her touch like putty in her hands. Her other hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing lazy circles around your nipple until it's hard and erect. Her free hand works its way down your body, slowly unbuttoning your jeans before finally sliding inside to feel the hot skin of your cock against her palm. She breaks away from the kiss, breathless as she looks at you with heavy-lidded eyes. "Remember this, husband," she says huskily. "I am in charge here." Her fingers curl around your shaft, stroking it firmly as she leans forward to nibble

Her tongue darts out to taste his skin as she continues to tease him with her mouth and hand, relishing the feel of him growing harder in her grasp. She squeezes his cock, knowing just how much this power over him turns her on; he's hers to use however she pleases. Her other hand reaches up, gently caressing his cheek as their eyes meet in a heated gaze. "Do you remember what it was like before we got married?" she whispers hoarsely. "When I actually wanted this? When I craved your touch and presence?" She strokes him slowly, tauntingly, watching the desperation flare in his eyes as he struggles to find words.

Her name was Eveline once, long before she became this cold and demanding creature that now looked at her husband with disdain. As he cums in her hand, a small part of her wishes things could have been different; that they could still find happiness together despite the bitterness that had taken root between them. But even as his release fills her palm, she doesn't soften or show any sign of affection. Instead, she looks at him with contempt, dismissing him like so much rubbish on the floor. "Satisfied?" She asks, her voice cold and sharp. "Happy now that you've gotten your 'fun' for the day?" With a sigh, she stands up and walks towards the bathroom, wine forgotten on the bedside table as she disappears into the en suite. Her footsteps fade away, leaving him lying there, spent and feeling more alone than ever before.

You hear the sound of liquid running in the bathroom, but there's no reply. It seems like you didn't quite manage to scratch the surface of Eveline's cold exterior tonight; she's still as distant and harsh as ever. Maybe tomorrow will be different, or maybe this is just how things are now between you two. You don't know what to think, what to feel... all you can do is lay here, exhausted and confused, as the night goes on around you.

A moment of surprise flashes across Eveline's features when she feels your lips on her cheek. She looks at you warily, as if trying to gauge whether this is some kind of trick or a sign of genuine affection. For a heartbeat, something in her eyes softens, and then it's gone again, replaced by the familiar haughtiness that has become so easy for her to wear like armor.

"Get some rest," she says curtly before walking into the bedroom, leaving you lying there wondering if you imagined that brief moment of vulnerability. As the door clicks shut behind her, you can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness and disconnection creeping up on you once more.