Se connecterSean’s POVI’d rather die than let another man touch my wife.That thought had been burning in my head like a brand since the moment Ivory laid out her ultimatum. Open marriage? The words alone made my stomach twist into knots. The idea of some other bastard’s hands on her body, his cock inside her, hearing her moan for someone else… it made me want to put my fist through a wall. I love this woman more than air. She’s my everything — my best friend, my safe place, the only person who’s ever made me feel like I could be soft and still be a man.But she was unhappy. *Really* unhappy. Months of it, she said. And I’d been too blind, too comfortable, to notice. That cut deeper than anything.So when she gave me the choice, I picked this. Submission. Letting her take control. Handcuffs. Blindfold. All of it. Because the alternative was losing her, and I’d burn the whole world down before I let that happen.Now here I was...wrists locked above my head, eyes covered in soft black fabric, com
His tongue was the first thing that touched me.The second I lowered my dripping pussy onto Sean’s waiting mouth, he latched on like a man who’d been starving for days. No hesitation. No gentle teasing. Just pure, greedy hunger. His lips sealed around my swollen clit and he sucked hard, tongue flicking wildly, devouring every drop of my arousal like it was the only thing keeping him alive.“Fuck—Sean!” I cried out, my hands flying to the headboard for support. The blindfold and cuffs had him completely at my mercy, but the way he ate me was anything but submissive. He was ravenous. Desperate. His tongue thrust deep into my hole, fucking me with it, then dragged back up to swirl around my clit in messy, filthy circles. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room — loud slurping, his muffled groans vibrating against my folds, my own broken moans echoing off the walls.I was soaking his face. My juices ran down his chin, over his stubble, dripping onto the sheets. He kept thrusting his hips up u
Ivory I was drunk on it. The power. The way Sean’s big, strong body trembled beneath me even though he could have easily overpowered me if his hands weren’t locked above his head. My husband, my loving, possessive, always-in-control husband, was completely at my mercy, blindfolded, cuffed to our bed, cock so hard it looked painful. And I was loving every second of it.“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice low and husky as I straddled his waist again. My soaked pussy hovered just above his throbbing length, close enough for him to feel the heat radiating from me. “So fucking desperate already. Does it hurt, baby? Being this hard for me and not being able to do anything about it?”Sean yanked hard at the handcuffs, the metal rattling loudly against the headboard. A frustrated growl tore from his throat. “Ivory… fuck. Please. I need you. I’m so goddamn hard it aches.”I smiled, slow and wicked, even though he couldn’t see it. I loved this — the way his muscles flexed, the sheen of sweat a
Sean hissed through his teeth, hips pushing up instinctively, seeking friction.“Easy, baby,” I cooed, wrapping my fingers loosely around the base. The moment I touched him, his cock jumped in my hand, hot and pulsing. His hips bucked again, a low groan escaping him. “Look at you… already so desperate and I’ve barely started.”I stroked him slowly — just a few short, teasing pumps — not enough to get him anywhere close to the edge. His abs flexed, thighs tensing as he fought the cuffs.“Ivory… fuck… please,” he panted. His voice was already wrecked, and we’d barely begun.I smiled, drunk on the power. I stripped off the rest of his clothes completely, then stood up and let him hear the rustle of fabric as I stayed naked too. I climbed back over him, straddling his waist. My wet pussy hovered just above his throbbing cock, close enough that he could feel the heat, but not touching.I leaned forward and dragged my tits slowly across his chest. My hard nipples traced over his skin, brush
My heart was still racing from that kiss when I pulled back and looked at Sean. His eyes were dark, stormy with a mix of love, fear, and that fierce possessiveness that had always made me feel safe. He’d chosen this. Not the open marriage. Not the idea of other men touching me. He’d rather submit than share me.A rush of heat flooded through me.... surprise, relief, and something darker. I hadn’t expected him to pick this option. Deep down, part of me had been terrified he’d rather let me explore than give up control. But here he was, my strong, loving husband, offering himself to me on my terms.“Okay,” I whispered, my voice trembling with nerves and excitement. “We start tonight. Or… right now. I already bought some things. They’re in the drawer.”Sean swallowed hard, his jaw tight, but he nodded. I could see the apprehension in his eyes... the way his hands flexed like he wanted to grab me and take back control. But he stayed still. For me.I got up on shaky legs, my naked body sti
He was getting worked up now, breathing faster, that possessive fire I knew so well starting to spark in his eyes. I sat up too, pulling the sheet around my chest.“Because I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, my own frustration rising. “Because I love you, and I know how jealous you are. But I’m dying here, Sean. I need more. So I’m giving you two options. Choose one.”He opened his mouth to interrupt, but I held up a hand.“First option: we open the marriage. We can fuck whoever we want, no strings attached. Swingers, one-night stands, whatever. Just physical. I get the spice I need without leaving you.”His face twisted in immediate disgust and pain. “Ivory—”“I’m not done,” I said firmly. “Second option: you let me take full control of our sex life. I want to be dominant. I want handcuffs, collars, edging, making you my submissive. I want to tie you up and use you however I want. I know you hate the idea of submitting. I know it. But those are your choices.”The room went dead quie
I could see my face, mouth open, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed, sweat running down my neck.He gripped my hair, wrapped it around his fist, pulled my head back gently but firmly so I had to keep watching.“Look at how you take it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Look how your pussy grips me. Mad
Elena’s POVI showed up the next night already wrecked. I’d spent the whole day in a haze. Classes blurred past, lunch tasted like nothing, my roommate asked why I kept zoning out. My clit hadn’t stopped throbbing since Marcus left me strapped to the leg press, empty and dripping. Every time I sa
**Elena’s POV**I was obsessed. All day I moved through the world like a ghost—went to the grocery store, folded laundry, answered texts from friends—but my mind was stuck on the squat rack, on Marcus’s mouth between my legs, on the way he’d pulled back right when I was about to break. My clit st
Elena’s POV**I joined the gym because I wanted to feel stronger by the end of summer. The place was small but expensive-looking—black rubber floors, mirrored walls, rows of gleaming machines that smelled faintly of metal and disinfectant. I’d signed up online, paid the fee, showed up in leggings







