I walk through the door after a long day at work. It’s been exhausting having to work twelve-hour shifts lately, and I just need some kind of release. I glance at the shut door to my bedroom, and I know that the release I need is just on the other side.
I put down my briefcase, and remove my suit jacket before moving to the door. Slowly I open it and step inside. Laying on my bed is my wife. She is tied up, and naked, laying in the same place I left her this morning. She has a blindfold on, and can’t see me, but I know she heard me enter the room. She shifts on the bed upon hearing me but does not speak. She only speaks when I give her permission to.
We had been a couple for about six months when she told me that she wanted to get married. She had been so lonely for such a long time before meeting me and wanted to settle down with someone who would treat her like a princess. I told her that I would marry her on the condition that I have complete control of our sex lives. She couldn’t tell me no, and she had to be perfectly obedient to every command I gave her. Reluctantly she agreed.
I approach the bed, already getting hard at the sight of her. I knew it was going to be a long day at work, so I got up a little early and fucked her to help me relax. It worked for most of the day, but I needed it again now. She has a number of tattoos all over her body, only making her more sexually attractive to me. My favorite tattoo is a butterfly above her naval. It’s quite beautiful and acts as a type of centerpiece to her body. Above her breasts are the words “Don’t judge me”, which I had always interpreted to mean that she had made some bad choices.
She lays there, naked and ashamed, but waiting patiently. Her arms are spread to either side, and her wrists are tied to the bedposts holding her in position. Her legs are also spread wide, with her ankles tied, but to the lower bedposts. She is quite vulnerable, and mine for the taking. Her spread legs reveal her soft pink pussy, with leftover semen from this morning. She might normally clean it, but like I mentioned before this was the position I left her in. She was forbidden to move or try to escape and would be punished if she did. She didn’t dare upset me.
Slowly I begin to remove my clothes, letting them hit the floor. She shifts in the bed anxiously with each piece of clothing that hits the floor. She still doesn’t speak. She is forbidden to speak. She only speaks when I give her permission to. I let her live life occasionally, letting her go out with friends, or go shopping, but for the most part she really only serves one purpose.
She only fills one need.
Slowly, I get onto the bed between her legs, knowing she can’t resist me. I take my hard dick and push inside her soft pink pussy. I don’t bother to wait until she is wet. She’ll be wet soon enough. And if I want to fuck her raw, then she can’t deny me. She takes a deep breath as I push deep inside her. I start to feel her get moist as I push inward, knowing she is trying to get ready for me.
Good girl.
I start to thrust slowly. It’s hard at first, my dick not making much movement. The dry walls of her pussy act to stop my cock. It’s not so much that I’m coming in and out of her, as I’m pushing her pussy inward then back out. Slowly she starts to get wet like I knew she would. Her pussy naturally lubes for me as if obeying a command. The slick walls begin to let my dick slide in and out. She starts to moan. It’s the only noise she is permitted to make without my permission, but I allow it. If she wants to express how much she enjoys it, then that’s fine by me. I’m still going slow and tender. I’m fucking her the way a lover would, we’re married after all. But that won’t last. Soon, I’ll fuck her like a sex toy. An object. Something to be used and abused. But for now a lover.
She continues to moan as I push inside her, her pussy wetter by the minute. I start to feel myself throb and want to speed up. I start to pick up the pace a little, going a little faster. It’s less loving now and more about me getting off. I don’t really care if she gets off. It’s about what makes me feel good not her. I’m thrusting deep inside her, and I can feel myself throbbing more. I decide to go a little faster.
I keep pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, and the moans get louder. She’s the perfect little cock sleeve. I keep sliding in and out, and my pelvis is slamming against her ass as I do so. Her body is perfect. It was made for this kind of treatment.
I’m getting close now, and I give her all I’ve got. I’m thrusting as fast as I can. I want to cum. I want to give her my cum, and make her feel it inside her. I’m pushing so fast. I keep slamming into her as I do so, going deeper and deeper. She’s screaming now. She can barely take it. I’m tearing her apart. Just as she reaches her limit, I explode.
Hot cum rushes deep inside her, making her feel used and slutty. I’m cumming hard, and it’s just the release I need. The endorphins rush through my body relaxing every inch of me. She screams again, feeling it hit the inside of her vaginal walls. She’s daddy’s good, little slut and she knows it.
My dick starts to calm down again as the last of my cum shoots inside of her. I lean down, kissing her on the cheek, like a lover. She receives the kiss, and coos, but does not speak. She’s not allowed to.
I lay down on her, dick still inside of her. I fall asleep this way, deep inside her soft pink pussy. She lays there and makes no objection.
After all, how could she? She does not speak.
