I sat back on the couch, waiting for my wife to come home. I had spent the day waiting for her, it was my day off, and the holidays were coming up, making me want to spend more and more time with just the two of us. She has been busy lately with her new job, and I could see the stress in her eyes constantly, making me worry about her.
It was almost 7 when I heard the door unlock, and she entered, still smiling though I could see the strain in her eyes. Ann had started her job in a new modeling firm recently, and they had been rushing her to finish a magazine shoot before the season ended. It meant long hours that she wasn't particularly a fan of. She was as radiant as before, with wavy platinum blonde hair styled in bushy pigtails with parted side bangs on the right side of her face. She always accessorized with a single yellow hair clip as well as small circular earrings on both ears. We both had bright blue eyes, and it was something that always drew me to her. She was 1/4th American and 3/4th Japanese, a fascinating mix that helped her understand a lot of cultures. She was very tall, which fit in with her modelling career quite well. She wore a black blazer over a white varsity-like hooded sweatshirt as well as red tights and brown boots. I wasn't sure why she wore red tights all the time, but I thought it looked great on her, so I never asked.
"You're finally home." I said, looking up at her. "I was so worried."
She smiled and set her bag down. I was about to get up and hug her when she ran towards the couch and wrapped her legs around me, pinning me down. She looked down at me with a huge smile, her hair falling around her face. "I missed you so much, Will."
I brushed her hair behind her ear and studied her. "Is something wrong?" I could always sense if something was wrong with her... She shook her head but didn't say anything. "Come on, tell me."
She nodded. "Nothing is really wrong, just stressed. I've barely been able to eat all week because they just keep putting makeup on me and changing my outfits like I'm their doll."
I sighed, "if it's too stressful for you, you should quit. I can handle it with my own salary for a while."
She shook her head, "no, it's not that. I love modeling, it just gets a little tiring at times."
I nodded. "And I'm sure it'll be better after the end of your probation period." She nodded back at me, agreeing. My hands wrapped around her waist and I pulled her close, letting her lay her body on me. I could breathe in her scent, and it comforted me immediately.
When she finally calmed down she moved back to look at me and said, "so, what do you want to do tonight? I feel like we haven't had time together in forever."
I thought about it for a second and said, "do you want to... do you want to have sex? It always helps you destress."
She grinned immediately at the offer. "I thought you'd never ask! It's been a few days and I was getting kind of desperate."
I laughed out loud. "Baby, all you had to do was ask. I assumed you were too tired lately to want to."
She shook her head adamantly. "I always want to with you." She whispered.
She got off my lap and held onto my hand, eagerly bringing me up to the bedroom. I was a little worried at her eagerness. Whenever Ann was horny, she got extra harsh with me, and I knew she wouldn't go easy on me today. She sat me down on the bed, and grinned at me before walking off, telling me to stay in place. I listened, because when we were in our roles, I was her slave and nothing else. I would always listen to her every command, because that was the relationship we had established from the very beginning, and we were both very, very into it. She came back with blind folds and a box full of toys she had picked out. I gulped, but let her wrap the blind folds around my eyes obediently. I sat still, waiting for her to do what she wanted with me. I was already getting hard, my dick straining in my pants as I imagined all the things she could do in this session.
I felt her wrap some rope around my wrists. She was so good at that, she studied extensively about rope play, and knew exactly how tight to tie each bond so that it shows that she's my master, but was never too tight to actually hurt me. I felt my hands get pulled towards the front of the bed, and felt her tighten iti around the posts. I was laying on my back now, and she had full power over me. She pulled my pants down right away along with my boxers, making my semi-hard dick spring out into the air. "You're such a good pet." She said, looking down at my body. "I expect full compliance today."
I nodded eagerly, waiting for her next move. She flipped me around with the strength one could only get from working out constantly, and I knew she went to the gym constantly for her modeling career. I grunted as my knees landed on the bed. I felt her behind me, then heard the squirting of what could only be lube. It seemed like she had planned to fuck me today, either by holding a dildo or fucking me herself. I moaned out loud as I felt her fingers slide inside of me, stretching me out. Her fingers entered and exited me over and over again, coating my insides with cold lube as she leaned forwards onto my body, making me feel her tits against my back. It seemed she was already naked herself, though I had no idea when that occurred.
"Ann..." I moaned, desperate to feel something up my ass. She was being kind today and complied, and I practically screamed out loud as I felt it, a huge dildo that stretched me out more than usual. She didn't let me relax, she pushed in, fast, hard and I couldn't help but moan her name over and over again. She started to fuck me, hard. I could feel the dick against my prostate, hitting it over and over again as she thrusted with wild abandon. I moaned into the pillow that was against my face, my voice muffled from me biting down on it from the immense pleasure I was experiencing. She moved her hand around my body onto my dick, which was rock hard and dripping from the precum. She started to stroke me in the same rhythm as the fucking, and I could already feel the squeezing of my balls, an indication that I was so fucking close to cumming.
She worked on the tip, pressing down on it as I moaned out loud, unable to think of anything else other than her body against mine. I was so close... so close to cumming on the bed to her onslaught. I felt myself at the very edge... and then... she stopped everything. I groaned and wiggled against her, unable to stop myself. "What a slutty boy you are." She cooed, "desperate to cum, aren't you?"
I nodded, knowing she needed a response from me. "Then you should've thought of that before you denied me sex for almost a week." She tsked. Fuck! I had no idea she was mad at me for wanting to give her a break. This was going to be... bad.
