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Mel had always been the one in control. She managed her career, her schedule, her life with the precision of a tightly wound clock. But with Frank, everything unraveled in the most delicious way. He wasn't demanding in the cruel sense; his dominance was woven with tenderness, a quiet assurance that made her feel seen, protected, and cherished. Tonight, in the soft glow of his bedroom that he shared with his wife, she knelt at the end of the bed, her heart pounding as she waited for his voice to guide her.
He was standing before her, his shoulders filling the doorway, his eyes were dark with a mix of hunger and care. He slowly walked over to her, reaching out, tilting her chin up with gentle fingers. “You’ve been carrying too much, little one,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “Let me take care of you tonight. Tell me you want that.”
“I do,” Mel whispered, her breath catching. The words felt like release, surrendering the reins she clutched so tightly. “Please, Frank. Tell me what to do.”
“Have more water,” he said, walking over to his nightstand, picking up the glass. All night, he had been making her drink water, teasing her bladder as part of his game.
When she finished the entire glass, Frank demanded she strip. “Slowly, let me see every inch of you that I get to worship.”
Her hands trembled slightly as she obeyed, peeling off her scrub top, then her pants, everything until she was bare before him. Frank’s gaze roamed her body possessively. “Fuck, just look at you. Crawl to the bed, baby. I want that pretty ass in the air while I get what’s mine ready."
Mel listened, moving on all-fours to the king-sized bed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she positioned herself—face down, ass up, legs spread wide. The exposure made her pussy throb, aching to be touched. She heard him rummaging through his nightstand, the familiar hum starting up as he switched the vibrator on. It was a thick, curved wand he bought just for her.
“Spread those cheeks for me,” he ordered, climbing onto the bed behind her. “Let me see that tight little hole and my cunt that’s waiting to be filled.”
She reached back, parting her ass, feeling the cool air on her exposed her folds. Frank pressed the vibrating tip against her clit without warning, the buzz sending electric jolts through her core.
“Oh god,” she gasped, her body jerking.
“That’s right, moan for me,” he snarled, his free hand gripping her hard enough to bruise. “This pussy is my property. I’m gonna make it come so hard, you forget your own name. You don’t touch it without my say-so. Ever.”
He teased her relentlessly, circling the vibrator over her swollen clit, then dipping it shallowly into her entrance, stretching her with its girth. Mel’s hips bucked, chasing the pressure, but he pinned her down with his weight. “Stay still, or I’ll stop. Beg for it like the desperate whore you are.”
“Please, Frank, make me come. It’s yours—fuck, it’s all yours.”
His laugh was dark and triumphant. “Damn right it is.” He thrust the vibrator deeper, turning up the speed until it pulsed against her G-spot. Her walls clenched around it, justice soaking the toy as waves built inside her. He leaned over, whispering filth into her ear. “Come for me now, Mel. Soak this fucking thing while I watch my cunt milk it dry.”
The orgasm hit her like a storm, her scream muffled into the pillow as her pussy spasmed, gushing over the vibrator. Frank didn’t stop until she was trembling, oversensitized, and boneless. He pulled it out with a wet pop, admiring the mess. “Good girl, you came so pretty for me. But we’re not done. I take care of what’s mine. Now flip over, I need to taste you.”
His mouth descended quickly, lips wrapping around her oversensitized clit without mercy. He sucked hard, tongue lashing at her folds, devouring her like she was his last meal. “You taste so fucking good, baby. This pussy is mine, only mine. Nobody else gets to make you this wet.”
Mel’s hands fist the sheets, her body still quivering from her first orgasm, but his rough tongue demanded more. He bit her inner thighs, leaving marks that screamed possession. Then he dove back in, two fingers curling inside of her to hit that spot again. “You’re gonna piss yourself if you don’t relax,” he mumbled against her slick skin. “But I want it, let go for me. Show me how owned you are.”
The pressure built, not just pleasure, but something more primal and forbidden. She understood why he kept making her drink water now. As his mouth worked her relentlessly, she felt it crest with her climax. “Frank… I can’t…I need to—”
“Do it,” he ordered, his growl vibrating against her. “Piss on my tongue. Mark me as yours while I own you.” His fingers pumped faster, his tongue flicking harder, and then she shattered.
The orgasm ripped through her, and with it came a hot rush. She squirted again, but this time it was mixed with her warm stream, flooding his mouth and splashing on his chin. He drank her down greedily, not pulling away, his hands holding her down to keep her steady. “That’s my golden girl. Fuck, you’re all mine.”
Wiping his face with the back of his hand, Frank started to strip off his clothes. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and throbbing with need. He flipped Mel on her stomach, yanking her ass up like she was a weightless doll. “Last one, baby. I’m gonna fill this pussy and make you come on my dick. Then I’ll clean you up, hold you tight. But first, you gotta take it.”
He slammed into her without preamble, stretching her soaked pussy to its limits. Mel cried out, the fullness overwhelming, but she pushed back, craving his possession. “Harder, please, take care of me like this.”
Frank’s hands gripped her hips meanly, he was pounding into her with brutal thrusts that slapped skin against skin. “Your pussy’s gripping my cock so tight. Fuck, you’ve earned every drop.” He spanked her ass red, the sting only making her clench tighter. “Come for me now, all over your owner’s dick.”
The command tipped her over, her walls fluttering around him as she came again, harder than before, her body shaking with the force. Frank followed with a roar, burying deep inside of her, flooding her with his hot cum, marking her from the inside out. He collapsed over her, still possessive even in the afterglow, murmuring, “You’re safe with me, pet. All mine to care for.”
As the night settled, he drew her into his arms, wiping her clean with gentle hands—a rough lover’s tender promise.