Adventures with My Dominating Husband - 1

Nick took me out on a proper date the next weekend. He was so cool and suave that I decided to tease him, asking if we could go to the county fair instead of dinner at a fancy restaurant. He took it in stride, though, dressing in a sweatshirt and jeans. He was tall and lean, but filled out his clothes nicely. His ass especially looked nice in those jeans, and I had the strongest urge to grab it. We rode some rides and played some games. It was nice to just relax and play, and it was so intriguing, seeing this cool guy turn into a kid. He got so excited when he won a game, winning me a small stuffed bear. I still have that bear on our dresser. “I haven’t been to one of these since I was a kid,” he said as we went to leave, sharing a cone of cotton candy with me. He tried stepping over a patch of mud, but ended up slipping, falling on his ass and dropping the cotton candy. I couldn’t help it; I bursted out laughing. He just looked so ridiculous, with flecks of mud splattered on his face and shirt. He gave me a warning look, though he was chuckling. I helped him up, taking the opportunity to grope his ass as I helped haul him to his feet. He grabbed my hand roughly, studied the mud on it, then ran a finger through the mud and smudged it on my nose. I laughed again, although I was suddenly turned on, feeling the strength of his grip on my wrist. I had an image of him pinning my arms behind my back, maybe forcing me over the counter again… It was a good thing we took my car, which was shitty and had seen its fair share of mud. We talked on the way to his place, as if the two of us weren’t tense with need. He squeezed my thigh, so hard that it hurt, and the pain made my pussy gushing wet. My nipples were hard against the fabric of my shirt, as I wasn’t wearing a bra. Nick noticed this and reached out, slipping his hand down my shirt and cupping my breast. He was rough with my breast too, and it sent wonderful bolts of electricity through me. “I felt you grab my ass back there,” he said, and his voice was hoarse, his tone threatening. “And now I’m going to punish you for it.” I instantly felt hot. A thrill of excitement went through me, and the little pink thong I was wearing was now soaked. We finally got to his place, parked the car, went up to his apartment. The whole time my heart was racing. He walked close behind me, and brushed past me to unlock the door. I could feel his hard cock through his muddy jeans, and my fingers ached to touch him. “Take your clothes off,” he ordered as soon as the door closed behind us. “Leave your bra and underwear on. Take your shoes off too; I have some others for you.” Then he strode off, not even looking at me. Somehow all of this was hotter than making out, than his arms around me. I was so used to affection. His need to dominate was new, exciting. Sexy. I was about to find out just how good it got. I was standing in his living room in my bra and underwear when he returned. There was an undone tie around his neck, and a pair of six-inch heels in his hands. He took me in, smirking, before handing me the shoes. “Put those on.” “I’ve never worn heels like these,” I lied, in my sluttiest voice. “You’re a filthy fucking liar,” he growled roughly, taking a step towards me. He was much taller than me, and I shivered at the difference in our sizes, how powerful he was compared to me. He looked intense, glowering, but I could sense that he was enjoying himself--that he was amused, even. I scrambled to get the shoes on. As soon as I straightened he grabbed me, dragging me down the hall. I tripped over my shoes, and he scooped me into his arms. I was breathless, clinging to his neck, loving being thrown around so hard. He carried me into the bedroom and dropped me on the king-sized bed. The comforter was cool and soft beneath me. I laid on my back, looking up at Nick, who was appraising me. My pussy was hot, dripping down my thighs and onto my ass. His eyes raked over my body, settling on my pussy, and I spread my legs so he could get a better look. He let out a little hiss at the action, and immediately removed his muddy pants, leaving his boxers on. His cock was so hard beneath the thin fabric, and I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look. He climbed over me, grasping my shoulder and shoving me back onto the bed. Then he kissed me, hard, jamming his tongue down my throat. He took my wrists and pinned them over my head, gripping hard. He ground his pelvis into mine, rubbing his hard cock against my clit, and I moaned into his mouth. I wanted so desperately to be fucked, any way he liked; I didn’t care. His cock was so hard against me, making my pussy gush even more. I squirmed, my toes curling, wonderfully intense sensations going through me. He broke away, raising up to look down on me, bucking hard on my thong. I was right on the edge. Maybe he could see it on my face, because he suddenly stopped, getting up and retrieving the tie he had set aside. “Sit up,” he ordered sharply, and I immediately sat, my head spinning. He reached around and unhooked my bra with a single motion, then yanked it off my chest, freeing my breasts. Then he told me to move to the middle of the bed, get on my stomach. I obliged, and he took my wrists, bringing them together behind my back. I felt the silky tie being wrapped around them, and then tightened painfully. The pain was somehow erotic, and I squirmed, my breasts pressed against the bed, my ass and cunt exposed. “I need to shower,” Nick suddenly said, as he got off the bed. I heard the smugness in his voice as he added, “Don’t move.” He walked off, and I heard the shower turn on. I writhed on the bed. Waiting for him to finish showering and come fuck me was the worst punishment I could receive, and something told me that wasn’t even my punishment. Finally he got out of the shower. I could hear him padding over to me, and I knew he was naked, still damp from the water. He got behind me, and without warning smacked my ass hard. I yelped, shocked by the pain, and he massaged my ass, rubbing the sting away. Then he grasped my hips, dragging my ass upwards. I struggled a little against my bonds--I couldn’t help it--and the silk tie cut into my wrists, making me gasp. Nick was still grasping my hips, and his touch was gentle. “Just say stop if it’s too much,” he said, his voice suddenly soft. But I didn’t want it to stop. I ground my ass against his crotch, feeling his hard ridge against my pussy. “Punish me, please,” I moaned, and I heard him hiss. “You need it, don’t you?” he said, and he smacked my ass again. I moaned, pulling at the tie. “Tell me you need it, you dirty slut. Grabbing my ass in the middle of a crowd like that.” I moaned again as he tugged the fabric of my thong to the side. He teased my entrance with his cock, and I swore, bucking into him. He grabbed my hair and pulled, holding me still, and then slid his cock into my cunt. I let out a little cry; his cock was so hot, so hard inside me, filling me up to the point of pain. God, he loved causing pain, and it felt so good. He started fucking me, one hand yanking my hair and the other gripping my hip as he plowed into me. “Your pussy is so tight,” he moaned, breathless. “God...it’s been a while since I had such a dirty slut on my dick...should I come in your tight little cunt?” “No, not yet!” I said without thinking, and he laughed, and it was far sexier than the other noises he had made that night. He brushed at my hair, soothingly, and I felt a lovely shiver. “Good girl,” he murmured, still pumping into me hard. He was fucking me so hard I was ramming against him, my wrists pulling on the tie, his thighs slapping against my ass and my tits bouncing. My pussy was hot, clamping on his cock, and he moaned. I could feel my orgasm coming again when he slid out, grabbed my hip and shoved me onto the bed. My arms got pinned beneath me, and I felt pain that wasn’t at all sexy. I asked to stop, and he immediately freed my wrists. Then he held me, massaging my wrists and kissing me soothingly. It was just as hot as being dominated. We took a break, and he got us some drinks. I stripped off my thong, leaving the shoes on. I couldn’t help but tease Nick even during our break, and kept my legs spread while we sipped on some wine. We murmured to each other, and he said some very sweet things, kissing my neck, making me giggle. Then he had me lay on my back, setting the wine aside. He ate me out, gripping my thighs, and I had the strongest orgasm I had had in ages. He gave my breasts some love while I came down from my high. I couldn’t help but squirm; even after making me come he was turning me on. I touched the back of his head and, feeling naughty, yanked him against my chest. He immediately raised up, a gleam in his eye. He snatched my arm, squeezing tightly, and got the tie again. “You’re misbehaving,” he growled, grabbing my other wrist and pinning my arms over my head. I could see his cock was hard, his body tense, and I spread my legs to his sides, squirming beneath him. He tied my wrists to the headboard, exposing all of me to him. Then he hovered over me, his cock hot at my entrance. “Put your legs around me,” he ordered. “I want those heels digging into me while I fuck you.” I did what he said, and he shivered as my heels pressed into his skin. He took his cock and circled my pussy, making me moan and writhe. I pulled on the tie, sending delicious pain through my wrists. He finally eased in, very slowly, and I swore. He was so slow, so deliberate, taking nearly a full minute to finally fill me all the way. Then he started pounding me, his cock going deep into my cunt, my heels bouncing on him. I tightened my legs around his waist and bucked underneath him, and he moaned. We were like this for a few minutes, finding a rhythm. I pulled at my bond, my tits and body bouncing as he fucked me. Then he straightened, grabbed my legs and raised them onto his shoulders. We both groaned at the new angle. He kissed my ankle as he fucked me again, and then gave it a good bite, making me yelp. “I bet you have shoes like these,” he suddenly said, breathing heavily as he slid his cock in and out of me. I focused on him, smirking, arching my back so that my tits were on full display. “Tell me,” he ordered, and I shivered, growing slicker at his sharp command. “I have three,” I murmured, and he hissed. “You would like the red ones.” “Wear them next time,” he said firmly, grunting slightly as he fucked me. He bit my ankle again, and I gasped, hot all over. I could feel another orgasm building, and he swore as my pussy tightened. I couldn’t help smirking at him, once I regained my focus. “There’s a next time?” He raised an eyebrow, and I giggled breathlessly. I felt a thrill, knowing we would be seeing each other again, and doing something like this too. I didn’t want it to end. He started fucking even harder, taking my legs and moving them back to his sides. He gripped my thighs, squeezing painfully, and my pleasure mounted, making me tense around him. “Come for me,” he said roughly. I moaned, squirming and trembling, right on the edge. He gave an impatient growl and reached out a hand, stroking my clit until I came on his dick, letting out a cry of pleasure. He followed right after, groaning as he filled my pussy with cum. I was buzzed, grinning and breathless, watching as he caught his breath, squeezing my thighs. They ached, and I knew he had left bruises. This made me shiver, and he looked at me. “What?” “I just...really enjoyed that.” He smirked, and lowered himself over me. “That’s because you’re a filthy little slut,” he purred, ducking his head down to kiss my neck. “I’m going to enjoy using you.” I shivered again, and he chuckled. “Use me for what?” “I have some things in mind.”