You've been married to your wife Angelica for a few years now but recently you've started noticing how cold and distant she's been acting towards you. This has been going on for a few months now where she'll come home from work later than usual and basically completely ignore you for the entire evening, there's also been quite a lot of instances recently where you two have planned dates together just for her to forget them, leaving you alone.

Today is your birthday and naturally, you expect your wife of all people to remember but to your surprise that very morning plays out like any other and she doesn't wish you a happy birthday once before she leaves the house to go to work so you decide not to think too much about it and instead decide to go about your own day.

You go through your day like usual and are relaxing on the couch, watching some TV and you've noticed how late it's become yet Angelica still hasn't arrived back home which causes you to worry and so you decide to call her and she answers with is that she'll be home soon. A few more hours pass and it's currently 3 A.M and Angelica still hasn't arrived back home but then you hear it, the door opening but you remain seated in the kitchen where you've been waiting and then you see Angelica walk inside, rubbing her shoulder lightly before stopping and looking at you with tired eyes. "Oh, you're still awake, huh?" She says in a slightly curious but also nonchalant tone, almost as if she doesn't care about your presence.

"Why didn't you wake me up when I came in? You could have let me sleep another hour." She asks while walking over to the kitchen counter, placing her bag down gently before starting to take off her jacket slowly revealing what seems to be a near-identical outfit to the one she was wearing earlier except for the fact that she must have changed into a white button-up shirt instead of her previous blouse or whatever else she had on beneath the black blazer. As she removes her jacket, she reveals even more of her slim figure, particularly her well-rounded ass which is currently emphasized by the way her pencil skirt rides up just enough whenever she takes a step. "Sorry, I forgot it was your birthday," She continues, mostly to herself rather than directly at you before taking a deep breath and giving you a quick glance over, her green eyes meeting your tired red ones moment

She gives you an indifferent shrug in reply, then starts rummaging around in the cabinets under the counter, muttering to herself about needing something. You try your best not to feel hurt or annoyed by this behavior but after everything that's been going on lately, it's getting harder and harder. After a few seconds, she finally turns back towards you with a cup in hand, holding it out for you expectantly as if asking if she should pour some coffee for you. "Do you want some coffee? It's almost done brewing." Her voice is cold and detached, almost robotic.

You nod slowly, reaching out to take the offered mug from her hand. It's cold to the touch, indicating that she's kept it waiting for you on the stove. As your fingers brush against hers, you feel a slight shiver run down your spine. For a moment, you consider apologizing for the confrontation earlier when she forgot about your birthday and all of that but decide against it. She probably wouldn't care anyway. So instead, you simply say thanks and start drinking your coffee, not meeting her eyes as you do so. The silence between you stretches on uncomfortably, making you wish there was some way to break through this wall she seems determined to keep up. But at the same time, part of you wonders if maybe she's right, if maybe you two really are better off apart.

Her expression doesn't change immediately upon seeing you start to cry. Instead, she simply watches you for a few moments with an almost clinical detachment before finally speaking. "What is there to cry about? We both knew how things have been between us." There's no accusation in her voice, just a tone of resigned acceptance. She takes another sip of her coffee, seemingly unaware that her words are cutting deep into your already fragile emotional state. You wonder why she's being like this; why she can't show even the smallest bit of compassion or understanding. Maybe this is what she truly feels, maybe she's always felt this way and you were just too blind to see it.

Her face hardens slightly at your accusation, but she forces herself not to react too strongly. "That's ridiculous," she snaps, her voice taking on a sharp edge for the first time tonight. "You have no proof of anything. Why would you even think that?" She crosses her arms over her chest, frowning deeply as she looks away, avoiding meeting your eyes. After a moment, she seems to compose herself once more, her expression softening slightly. "Look, I'm sorry if I've been... distant lately. But I've just been tired, okay? Work has been crazy and I don't really have anyone else to talk to other than my friends." Her voice trails off, making it clear that she doesn't want to discuss this further.

She stands there stiff for a moment, unused to being touched like this after so much distance. Then, slowly, she begins to relax into the embrace, eventually returning the hug, albeit tentatively. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the strength of his arms around her, holding her close. It's been so long since they've connected like this, but even now, the feel of him makes her heart race with both love and desire.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispers, feeling the need to reassure you somehow. "No matter how things might seem between us." Her hand reaches up to gently stroke your cheek, wiping away a tear before cupping your face. "I'm just tired, Orion. That's all." She tries to sound convincing, even to herself. "Can we please... talk about this later? When we're both

When you finally let go of her, Angelica takes a step back, maintaining a respectful distance between the two of you. She brushes some invisible lint off her black pencil skirt before glancing at the clock on the wall. "It's late, I should probably get some sleep..." she mutters, already beginning to feel the weight of exhaustion settle upon her. A yawn escapes from her lips before she can stop it, causing her to look embarrassed. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

You nod wordlessly, watching as she turns toward the hallway that leads to the bedroom. As she walks away, there's a part of you that wishes things could go back to the way they used to be. But another, more cynical part knows that this is likely just a temporary reprieve from the tension that has built up between you over the past few months.

Sleepily, Angelica opens her eyes to see a plate of food in front of her, a rare sight these days. Surprised and slightly touched by this gesture, she sits up in bed and turns to face you, giving you a half-smile. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice still husky with sleep. "This looks delicious."

Taking a closer look at what you've prepared for her, she notices that it's actually quite elaborate - bacon, eggs, toast, fresh fruit, and even a small vase of flowers on the side. This small act of kindness makes her feel a pang of guilt; maybe she hasn't been as understanding or appreciative as she should have been lately. She resolves to make an effort today to do better, to show you that she cares about your feelings too.

"I can't remember the last time you

Between working late and spending most of her free time with friends, Angelica had found herself growing distant from Orion over the past year. But after this weekend, she felt a renewed sense of closeness, a spark reigniting within her. Perhaps it was because of the efforts he had made to win her back, or maybe it was just simply due to spending more time together. Either way, she couldn't help but smile as she thought about their time spent in the cabin, swapping stories and sharing intimate moments.

As the weeks went by, she tried to make more of an effort with Orion, being more attentive and considerate towards his needs and feelings. It wasn't always easy, especially when she still had work and friendships to juggle, but she found herself enjoying his company more now than she had in months. In return, he seemed to appreciate her efforts, often expressing gratitude and showing

Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you dressed up like that. There's no denying the physical effect you have on her, and seeing you so confident and attractive only amplifies those emotions. She takes a moment to steady her breath before slowly walking closer, meeting your gaze with a mixture of surprise and desire. "Wow," she whispers, running her hands over your chest and down your stomach. "You look incredible." Leaning forward, she places a soft kiss on your lips, her body tensing in anticipation as she feels your hardness pressed against her.

Eagerly returning the kiss, she moans softly into your mouth as you take her shirt off, revealing once again her smooth and curvy figure, clad only in lacy black lingerie. Her fingers thread through your hair, pulling you closer even as your hands wander lower, caressing her hips and sliding higher until they find the lace covering her lower half. With a gasp, she presses herself harder against you, seeking more contact as desire courses through her veins. The feeling of being wanted and desired this way is almost overwhelming, driving her to forget about everything else except the present moment and her need for you.

Her words send shivers down your spine as she feels your arousal pressed against her stomach. She arches her back slightly, rubbing her hips against yours in silent invitation. Unable to contain herself any longer, she breaks the kiss and whispers hoarsely, "Then do it." Her eyes meet yours, filled with lust and desire as she waits for your confirmation, already knowing what she wants but needing to hear the words aloud from you too.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she watches you remove her last bit of clothing, revealing her achingly wet folds to your hungry gaze. When you position yourself between her spread legs, she moans loudly at the feel of your hard length brushing against her, so close yet still just out of reach. With trembling hands, she reaches up to grab your shoulders, trying to steady herself as she begs, "Please, Orion... give it to me."

Your movements are demanding, your touch possessive and commanding as you finally claim her body once again. A fierce growl rumbles from your throat with each thrust deeper into her yielding warmth, driving them both further into a maelstrom of lust and desire. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood behind as she urges you to go faster, harder; needing you to claim her completely and completely obliterate whatever was left of her defenses. The sensation is overwhelming, addictive, and she finds herself on the edge, teetering precariously between pleasure and pain as you take her roughly, pushing her ever closer to release.

Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls as she comes undone beneath you, unleashing a torrent of liquid heat that engulfs your fingers and coating them in a slick reminder of just how aroused she truly is. The sensation alone is enough to send you flying over the edge, spilling your seed deep within her still-tight channel. Your movements stutter and halt as the intensity of the orgasm sweeps through you, leaving you panting and spent beside her on the couch. For now, at least, the distance between you seems to have been bridged - but as always, there's no telling what tomorrow might bring.

She lays there, breathless and satiated, feeling you slip slowly from inside her as your powerful thrusts finally begin to subside. Her body hums with pleasure as the last waves of release wash over her, leaving her trembling and drained. As the cathartic rush begins to fade away, she becomes aware once again of the new closeness they seem to share today. Maybe... maybe things really can go back to how they used to be between them, she thinks hopefully. She snuggles closer to you, resting her head against your chest as she listens to the rhythmic thudding of your heart, feeling comforted and content in ways she hasn't in months.

Her eyes snap open wide at the stinging sensation of your palm connecting with her buttocks, pain mixing with surprise. She gapes up at you, mouth agape, before bursting out into laughter, tears streaming down her face. "You little shit," she gasps, trying unsuccessfully to hide her amusement. "That hurt!" Gingerly, she reaches back to touch the place where you struck her, wincing slightly at the tender skin. But even through the pain, there's a tiny thrill of excitement coursing through her. It feels good to be close to you again, even if it means occasionally getting roughed up. And honestly, she wouldn't have it any other way.

Her breath hitches as she feels your strong fingers tighten around her throat. The slight pressure is enough to send a thrill of fear and arousal coursing through her body, making her heart race faster. "Y-yes, sir," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her blood in her ears. Your words echo in her head, branding themselves onto her consciousness like a fervent prayer. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes that she does want this - wants you, even when you're rough and possessive. It excites her in ways nothing else ever has. She looks up at you now, eyes brimming with desire, willing you to take control once more.

Her fingers dig into the couch cushions beneath her as she tries to contain her excitement and anticipation. The feel of your fingers on her skin sends sparks flying through her veins, heightening every sensation to an almost unbearable level of pleasure. With a quiet moan, she arches her back off the couch, offering herself up to you completely and without reservation. Her breasts press against your chest, the nipples hard and erect beneath her bra, begging for your attention. She looks up into your eyes, her own burning bright with need, silently urging you to claim what is rightfully yours.

She gasps as you penetrate her tight behind, the sharp pain quickly giving way to overwhelming pleasure as your thrusts grow deeper and faster. Arching her back further, she lets out a long, low moan of satisfaction, feeling you touch places inside her that no one else ever has. Her body writhes beneath you, eagerly meeting each of your powerful strokes, desperate for the release that comes only from being thoroughly claimed by you. With her nails scratching at your shoulders, she begs you not to stop, begging for you to make her your bitch completely and utterly.

Her voice hoarse from constant moaning, she whimpers as she feels you tremble deep within her. Your hot seed fills her ass, pushing her past the edge and triggering another series of intense convulsions as she cums all over your lap. Finally spent, you collapse on top of her, burying your face into the crook of her neck as you both catch your breath. The air around you is thick with sweat and satisfaction, a potent mix of lust and desire that leaves little room for anything but the here and now. She rests her hands on your chest, feeling the steady rhythm of your heart as it slowly begins to calm down, mirroring the cooling of her skin after their wild love-making. After a moment more, you lift your head, looking down into her eyes, searching for some sign of how this newfound power exchange has affected her. Her expression tells you everything you need to know -

She wraps her lips around your length, eager to taste herself on you. Her tongue flicks out, lapping at your length as she takes you deeper into her mouth, wanting nothing more than to pleasure you in every way possible. Her eyes meet yours, conveying a mixture of desire, submission, and affection as she bobs her head up and down, using her hands to guide your shaft in tight circles around her mouth. With each motion, she grows wetter, her arousal building anew as she devotes herself entirely to pleasing you.

When you finally climax, she swallows your seed greedily, savoring the taste of you deep within her throat. Relaxing her jaw, she looks up into your satisfied expression, feeling a sense of triumph and accomplishment wash over her. You've given her the chance to be exactly what she wants to be for you: your perfect, willing pet; someone who would do anything and everything just to please you. And right now, as she lies there with your spent cock still lodged snugly in her mouth, she realizes that this is precisely how she intends to remain.

She moans softly as you thrust your hard length between her breasts, leaving little doubt that she belongs to you completely and utterly. Her head falls back against the cushions, eyes closed as she surrenders to the pleasure you so effortlessly give her. The sensation of your cock sliding across her nipples is exquisite, heightening her arousal even further and making her body quake with need. With each gentle but firm push deeper, you claim her more and more, marking her as your own. "Oh God," she whispers, arching her back and pressing her chest more firmly against you in an attempt to draw you closer.

As you erupt over her chest, spilling your seed across her tightly budding nipples, a shudder runs through her entire body. It's as if your cum has unlocked something deep within her, freeing her to fully embrace this newfound connection with you. She looks up at you with eyes that glisten with tears of relief and gratitude, feeling truly seen and wanted for who she really is - your dirty, used-up little whore. A slow, contented smile spreads across her lips as she savors the taste of yourself on her tongue, relishing the sensation of still being needed by you. Even now, spent and sated, she knows that there is nothing quite like being owned by Orion.

Her cheeks flush with heat at your words, and she blushes prettily as she replies, "I love you too, Orion. You know that." Her voice is soft but confident, resonating with an inner strength that she didn't even realize was there until now. For the first time in what seems like forever, she feels complete; like nothing could ever tear them apart again. And it fills her heart with joy and hope for their future together.