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The evening light came through the window, and told Joyce that Hopper was late. When the clock confirmed it she tried not to worry, and as she stood in her new kitchen looking out into the living room where the last few boxes sat she could feel this place slowly starting to feel like home. It was just missing Hopper.
Joyce didn’t want to become one of those women when they moved to Montauk, the ones that stayed at home waiting for their husbands to come home with dinner on the table and a manufactured smile. A housewife that cooked and cleaned and had no other personality than that. But when they moved, they had both agreed she’d do most of the unpacking since Hopper’s job started right away, and she’d find a job once they were properly settled. She’d be lying though if she said she wasn’t getting antsy and a little bored. And on nights like this where Hopper was late it made that more evident.
Pacing the kitchen she didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Dinner was cooked and keeping warm in the oven, and she had finished cleaning up the dishes, the only thing missing was Hopper. She knew he was just working, if it was something important, if he caught a case, he’d call. This wasn’t Hawkins, the horrors of the Upside Down were gone, but still there was a residual pain in her chest when they were apart for too long.
Joyce decided to call him, see what was holding him up. She moved to the phone and double checked the new number before dialling. As the phone rang, she decided she’d toy with him. It was easy to press his buttons, and getting him frazzled was one of her favourite pastimes.
Hopper picked up the phone on the other end. “Chief Jim Hopper,” he stated.
“Hey you!” Joyce said trying to lift his spirits.
“Hi Jo- oh shit. I’m late.” He realized.
“It’s ok,” not really, but she’d make him make it up to her. “Any chance you’re close to coming home?”
She can hear him flipping through pages on the other end. “Just finishing up some paperwork.”
“You? Paperwork?” She’d heard enough from Flo about Hop’s work ethic to know this was close enough to a miracle as one could get.
Hopper gave a light chuckle which warmed her heart. “I’m still new here, they’ll find out soon enough about my allergy to administrative work. But until then I want them to think I’m worth this nice salary and the headaches they’ll receive.”
Joyce laughed, and found herself twirling the cord of the phone in her fingers like a teenager.
“I’ll be home soon, ok?” He says with a lighter tone than before.
Now was her chance, and Joyce took it. “There may have to be some consequences for your actions. Keeping me waiting like this, you know.”
“Oh?”
The other end of the line went silent, and she knew she had his attention. “Ya, I mean I’m not going to be one of those wives that waits up for her husband to come home.”
“You’re not, huh?” There was even more amusement in his voice now. “I do like the sound of that though. ‘Husband.’”
Joyce could stop grinning. “I like the sound of that too. But no, here I am waiting, and I’m wearing a nice outfit for you and everything…”
“You’re uh…” He clears his throat. “What uh, what are you wearing?”
“Oh not much.” She looks down taking in the work jeans complete with paint stains and holes and old T-shirt with bleach stains… Imagination is wonderful.
“Literally?” He asks suddenly very fascinated.
Joyce stayed silent, wanting to hear his brain melt in real time.
“Joy? Are… Are you being literal?”
“Guess you’ll have to come home and see. Don’t be too much longer though…”
She can hear him shuffling papers and reorganizing the stuff on his desk. Something hit the floor, and she could hear his chair flying against the wall as he gets up with haste before she even finished talking. There were some swear words under his breath as something else hit the floor, and with a quick “I’ll be home soon,” She laughed wondering if he even took the time to hang up the phone.
Usually it took 25 minutes for him to get home. Less if there’s no traffic and he just hits green lights, and half that if he runs the sirens. She smirked to herself thinking he’s definitely running sirens.
Joyce moved to the kitchen to turn the oven off, dinner can wait. Next was her outfit. As much as he really didn’t seem to mind what she wore- which was very sweet of him, she did want to spice things up a little bit. Make sure he remembers in the future to at least check in.
Looking through the dresser and then the closet she found it a futile mission to come up with anything worthy of what Hopper was expecting. She had a few things, but was still finding it hard to be 100% comfortable in them. A silk nighty, some lace underthings, but as much as Hopper told her how beautiful she was in them, it was still hard to put herself out there like that…
One more glance at the closet in case anything happened to mystically change led her to glance at one of Hopper’s old uniform shirts from Hawkins… And then her plan came together perfectly in her mind.
Joyce barely had the time to change before she could hear his footsteps charging up the steps, and the front door swing wildly open. “Joyce?”
Joyce stepped out from the bedroom and made her way down the hall to find Hopper standing in the doorway looking like he sprinted from the station. His hair ruffled, hat on the couch where he had tossed it carelessly, red faced and out of breath.
“Dear god, woman!” He says, watching very carefully as Joyce steps closer and closer, the hem of his shirt just covering her ass. “If we didn’t need the money, I’d quit tomorrow.”
Joyce smiles and meets him half way for a kiss, his hands immediately finding the bare skin underneath the shirt she wore. “Tonight. I’d quit tonight.”
They stood there kissing a bit longer, his hands exploring her back, and hers pulling his face closer. Their breathing became a bit ragged as the kisses became deeper, more urgent.
Letting go of his face, Joyce moved her hands down his body to unclasp the handcuffs from his belt, and swing them on her finger. Turning out of his grasp, she starts moving towards the bedroom, pulling him with an invisible leash as he moans appreciatively for where this was headed.
Hopper leaves a trail of clothes on his way to the bedroom, stumbling only for a moment when his pant leg gets caught on his foot. By the time they get there he’s standing naked ready to pounce, closing the bedroom door behind them. He hadn’t seen this side of his wife before, and while he wouldn’t admit it, he has dreamt a few times of this moment. Of cuffing her to the bed and having his way with her. Of making her moan and scream and beg to be released as he devours her. And when it was done, of releasing her, kissing the tender redness on her wrists, looking after her with ice packs and lotion, and smiling whenever he caught a glimpse of the slight bruises from under her sleeves.
“Get in.” She says forcefully, commanding his attention, and breaking him from the spell he was under.
“I’m sorry?” He asks, thinking he didn’t hear correctly.
“Get in the bed, Hop, and put your hands behind your head.”
Standing in a bit of a stunned silence, and thinking this wasn’t quite how he thought this would go, Hopper moved slowly to the bed, not quite sure what to do with this more commanding version of Joyce before him.
When he was comfortable, and Joyce helped to arrange the pillows around him, she took the cuffs, and gently circled his wrists, the chain around the headboard. “Too tight?”
“No,” Hopper gave a sight tug. “No, I think I’m good.”
“Oh I forgot to ask,” She says with a sly smile. “You do have the key, right? Might make for an awkward phone call otherwise.
Hopper feigns a concerned, pensive look, and smiles “Yes, the key is in my wallet.”
“Good!”
From her position on the bed, Joyce swings her leg over his waist, and bends down to capture his lips in a tender kiss. A stark contrast to the position she now held him in. She slid herself a little further down him, and with one hand played her fingers though his hair, while her other hand started to move further down his chest. She could hear him straining in the cuffs already, and knew this was going to be a lot of fun.
She could feel his heart beating faster now, and slid further down him so their lips could no longer reach. She kissed her way down his chest, her tongue running over some of the remaining scars on his chest. She could feel him twitch beneath her, and as she busied herself to give attention to every inch of him, a free hand slid down further to stroke down his dick and give his balls a light squeeze that caused an immediate moan to escape his lips.
She could feel him getting harder in her grasp, her hand stroking him over and over as she worked her way further. Joyce paused when she sat on his legs, her mouth hovering over his cock, pre cum already leaking from the tip. She bent down, her eyes locked on Hopper’s at the head of the bed, and swirled her tongue over his tip.
She took him deeper, her tongue exploring, her hand moving and twisting down his shaft ahead of her mouth. She could feel him straining already, could feel him trying to hold in every instinct to buck his hips so she would take him even deeper.
Joyce gave his balls another soft squeeze as she drew her mouth back up to suck and stroke him. His moaning amused her, and when she gave a small giggle the vibrations of her mouth made him moan even harder. “Jesus, Joy-ugh. I- I… fuck!” He couldn’t resist any more and bucked causing her to give a slight choked noise, but it wasn’t enough to stop her rhythm. “Joy, I can’t- god I need to-”
Joyce laughed, her mouth still full of him, and slid back up his shaft letting him go with a slight pop. “That’s not how this works, you know? You’re not in charge, I am!”
Hopper’s head slammed back against the headboard, as she took him in her mouth once again. She revelled in this newfound power. The control she had over him. The feel of his muscles tensing below her, the sound of him struggling because all he wanted to do was touch her.
As fun as this was, she could tell he was close, and she wanted him inside her just as bad as he wanted it. So with one last draw up his cock and a flick of her tongue she moved back up his body to straddle over him with her now pulsing centre. The new friction between them bringing her more relief than she realized she needed, and her breath hitched when he bucked under her.
Suddenly it was too hot even for the one layer she had on, and with agile hands she almost ripped his oversized shirt from her chest, tossing it to the floor in the pile of discarded clothes.
She starts rocking her body against his, grinding against his straining cock, her hands drifting up and down his chest to feel every muscle move under his restraint, or soon to be lack there of. Joyce moves her hand down between them to line him up with her centre, and slowly lowers herself onto him. The stretch is tight, and fills her completely, her breath hitching as she takes him in.
Slowly Joyce starts to move, Hopper unable to hold back any longer moans, his wrists straining against his restraints as she takes full control. When she feels comfortable with her movements and can feel him joined in her rhythm, she starts speeding up, one hand exploring his chest, the other reaching down between them to give herself some more much needed friction. Her fingers move around her clit, and she can feel its effects almost instantaneously as her core throbs and pulsates even more.
She got lost for a moment in her ministrations and as she opens her eyes again she’s met with Hopper’s gaze, his eyes dark and glued to her, moving between her swaying breasts and the place where their bodies are intwined.
“God, Joy. You have no idea how much I want to be touching you right now. How much I wish that was my hand you were using.” Hopper got out, his voice strained.
“Ya? And what would you be doing if I uncuffed you?” She asks, her own voice matching his.
“If you let me go? My mouth would be on you in a heartbeat. My tongue would be lapping at your nipple, sucking it in my mouth, and nipping at your tender flesh. I-” His breath caught in his throat. “I’d rub your clit till you were begging me to stop, and I would fuck you till you couldn’t move tomorrow.”
His eyes stayed locked on her hand working hard to get her off. Hopper licked his lips subconsciously and his head flew back against the headboard when he felt her muscles pulse around him.
“What else- ugh, what else would you do?” Joyce asked between thrusts.
“I would fuck you till your release and then lap you up. My tongue, my lips, I would suck you dry. And when you’re about to gain control of your body again, I would take you from behind and fuck you into this headboard. I’d fuck you till you screamed my name and begged for release. Joyce, you are mine, my wife, and I love you with every cell in my body, and if you let me go I will show you how every cell of me is yours. I belong to you.”
“You belong to me?” Joyce asks, and she can feel herself nearing the edge.
“Yes. Dear God, Joyce I belong to you.” Hopper barely managed to get out the final words of his sentence before he was loosing himself inside of her. He bucked and sputtered, thrashing against his restraints with a guttural moan.
His movements were the last straw, and Joyce followed soon after, her orgasm crashing into her, and taking her deep in a flurry of emotions and feelings. “Hop, I belong to you too.” She continues to move on top of him as she comes down from her high, and when she can’t take it any longer collapses on to his chest, and sighs into the cool sweat between their skin.
They stay there catching their breaths for more than a moment. And Joyce finds herself drawing lazy circles in his chest hair, and staring at the ring on her finger glistening in the setting sun.
“You know, I kinda like this side of you, Joyce. I should be late more often.”
Joyce looks up at him with feigned disappointment. “I think I’m teaching the wrong lesson here.”
“So what happens when you’re late?” He asks barely able to contain his smile.
Joyce gets up off of him, and the bed, and grabs the shirt she discarded earlier.
“Joy?”
She turns around, buttoning up the shirt around her, and starts to make her way for the door.
“Joy?!”
Joyce opens the door and leaves Hopper tied to the bed.
“Joyce?!” He calls more desperate than before.
She was just going to heat dinner back up, but letting him squirm is entertaining. And secretly she was looking forward to how he’d get her back.