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Work was parasitic, and Ray had fallen victim, slowly whittling away with each shift. From the material to the people, he was swiftly digging himself a grave, and he was bound to burst any moment.
He worked a relatively common job, having dropped his dreams of the arts for marketing. Ray didn’t quite regret his choice of a livable wage, but it certainly had its downsides. He had a fancy administrative job, but for every penny came a pound of stress–and rest assured, he earned quite a check each week.
Due to the fast-approaching holiday season, his employees had been slacking off. Not just one or two, but practically the whole office was in a tizzy, and Ray feared a significant decrease in both production and revenue. Unfortunately, the entire company seemed to look at him as Mr. Nice Guy, leading to frustration and ignored warnings. One more tardy and Ray was sure that he’d lose it, already tempted to write up his whole office.
Today had been especially rough, for no reason in particular. Maybe he was overtired or overworked–both of which were plausible causes–but he had lashed out during a meeting that morning. Nobody saw it coming, at least not from him, leaving deafening shock to settle over the room. Following it was a warning from his boss, piercing as it boomed throughout the room. Ray could still hear the chastisement as he slammed the car door, marching up the house steps in the bitter cold.
“God, fuck me,” he groaned in defeat, slipping off his jacket as he fought with the coat rack.
He gave it a light kick, barely catching it before it crashed onto the floor, eliciting another grimace. It was the little things that seemed to piss him off the most, but as he walked through the hallway, he couldn’t find a reason to be mad. The floors shined as usual, pretty and polished, and the living room was clean and tidy. The dishes were nearly done, and he couldn’t resist a grin as he watched you from the doorway, scrubbing a plate while soft music floated through the room.
It was the only thing to make him smile today, Ray admiring your hard work from the clean countertops to the mopped floor. And sure, an empty sink and vacuumed parlor would be nice for everyone, not just Ray, but he must’ve enjoyed it more than anyone else. He made sure to let you know, too, letting his eyes trace over your figure, scanning the hem of your skirt and the way it lifted as you swayed.
Truth be told, Ray had a thing about it. You hadn’t thought about it often, hardly bothering to dwell on his reasoning when he was pressed up against you, lifting your skirts to bury himself between your thighs. All you knew was that Ray really liked when you cleaned up your home, and you happily complied for the sake of sweet kisses and praise.
For Ray, it was domesticity. It was having a pretty little housewife to come home to, innocently sweeping the kitchen while he watched from the corner, waiting to bend her over the countertop the minute she was done. It was a pure, unadulterated desire for submission, Ray easily getting off at your compliance. This was just like any other night, and despite hearing him enter, you ignored his presence. He liked that—watching you, all dolled up in luxury brands while you did something so mundane. It showed that beneath every gift and spoil, you were still you. His college girlfriend, his wife, his best friend, his lover.
Slowly, Ray lifted himself from the wall, feeling heavy as he tumbled towards you. He didn’t say much at first, rolling up his sleeves and resting his hands on your hips, mumbling a soft greeting in the crook of your neck. Ray was a big guy, tall and broad-shouldered, towering over you while you melted against his chest. It turned him on shamelessly, and size comparisons constantly weaved themselves into dirty talk.
“Hey, princess,” he mumbled against your skin, humming as he left behind pretty kisses.
“Hey,” you said lightly, a small smile creeping up on you as you dried your hands on the dish towel. “How was your day?”
Ray laughed under his breath and buried his head in the crook of your neck. “What do you think?”
You shrugged, gently pulling his arms around your waist. “I think you’re too stressed right now. Relax your shoulders, hun.”
Ray was quick to narrow his eyes at you, but he complied, letting the tension fade away. He spun you around in his arms, and your lower back pressed against the counter. After giving you a look that read “Really?”, he sighed and brought you closer.
“Work was… fine,” he started, but you mimicked his former expression and he had no choice but to spill the truth. “Alright! It was pretty bad. I got—okay, I wasn’t yelled at, but it definitely felt like it. During a meeting and everything.”
Your face softened at once, and your arms hooked around his neck. “I’m sorry,” you told him, sincerity in your voice. “Is there something I can do?”
Ray simply shook his head, managing a tight-lipped smile before moving on. “C’mon, what’d you do today?”
Proud, you shot him a small smile and gestured to the kitchen. “Well, dinner’s to be decided, but I cleaned both the kitchen and the parlor. The laundry should be done around now if you want me to check.”
The list of accomplishments was drool-worthy, and Ray had to smile at your pride. God, you really were his little housewife, taking such good care of your home while he was away. While Ray didn’t agree with old ideals, he didn’t mind the mildly patriarchal arrangement. You didn’t either, knowing it came with advantages as you loosened his tie. Primarily in the bedroom—or in the kitchen, in this case.
“You’re a fucking angel, you know that?” he asked, practically groaning as he pressed his head against yours. “Thank you, baby.”
You gave him a mock salute and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours before you swerved away. He nearly pulled away, but your hands fisted at his button-up while you purred something pretty into his ear.
“Let out some of that stress, alright?”
His breath caught in his throat, but he could hardly react before your lips were on his again. Quicker this time, as if he’d slip away if you were any slower. His lips were plush against yours, but they moved with contrasting asperity. Ray had gained control in three seconds flat, barely registering your touch before his fingers were pressing into your jaw.
As you hooked your arms around his neck, he pulled you closer, skillfully sweeping his tongue across your lower lip. For the sake of riling him up, you ignored his efforts, slowing to gentle kisses instead. Ray knew you like the back of his hand, stilling while your tongue flicked across the seam of his lips. It was all teasing, but they still refused to part. As much as he wanted to resist and taunt you with newfound retribution, he needed a good fuck more than you did, letting his hand trail down to the curve of your ass, giving it a harsh spank.
The whine that followed was something carnal, laced with masochistic desire. Lust swirled in the pit of your stomach, and Ray took the opportunity to split your lips. You surrendered this time, letting his tongue flick against yours, though he quickly pulled away. It was all too soon, and you gave a pathetic hum in response.
“Behave,” he said, slitting his eyes at you.
You nodded and pulled him back in, pressing your lips against his while his hands roamed your skin. They smoothed over your thighs for a minute, trailing further up as you pulled him closer. Finally, they landed back on your ass, giving a warning squeeze. Not in chastisement, but a heads-up that he wasn’t playing around. If you wanted rough, you’d get rough, and it was evident in all of his actions.
His kisses grew needier, swirling his tongue against yours while you whined back at him. You seemed to grow louder with every move, a feeble cry slipping out as he caught your lower lip with a tentative tug. Had you noticed his smile, you would’ve teased him for it, but he had you locked in a trance. Your head spun with lovestruck vertigo, and even as your hands buried themselves in soft curls, you could barely keep your knees from going weak. Ray did the job easily though, his hand landing on your lower back while the other busied itself around your neck.
Each time you swallowed, you could feel the pressure of his palm, wrapped so pretty around your throat. His free hand contradicted it perfectly though, slipping beneath your shirt to rub circles on your skin. With reluctance, he pulled away, leaving teasing kisses on your lips before resting his forehead against yours.
“God, I wanna fucking wreck you,” he breathed, running his hands down the length of your neck.
Drunk on his touch, you couldn’t help but return a pathetic plea. “Do it. Please, do whatever you want to me.”
A low moan poured from his lips, reflexive and harmonic. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Ray. Make me yours, please.”
He couldn’t argue with a response like that, shooting you a sly smile and sliding his hand to your mouth. Easily, his thumb brushed across your lips, parting them with a soft, “Open.”
Your tongue lolled out on command, and a familiar pressure formed on your tongue. Greedy as ever, your lips closed around his thumb, watching him wide-eyed and innocent as you licked and sucked on it. If he didn’t have other plans, you’d be on your knees right now, sucking him off until you were a whimpering mess. A soft moan broke the forming tension, and Ray gave a knee-jerk response.
“Do you need it that bad?”
You nodded hastily, desperate and compliant as usual, letting his thumb leave your lips to smear them with saliva. He kissed you one more time, messy and rough, cradling the back of your head while his tongue worked against yours. Slowly, he pulled away, and you responded with an indignant whimper.
“You’re so whiny, baby,” he tutted, his lips still ghosting yours. “I think you need something to shut you up, huh?”
You had a predictable reaction—more wide eyes and hitching breath, shining with desperation while Ray studied you carefully. He knew from your expression that you were begging for it, begging for him. All you needed to do was say it, and he’d let you have him.
You swallowed thickly, letting your fingers trail from the nape of his neck to his chest. His breathing was far steadier than yours, heavy against your palms as his chest rose and fell at an easy rhythm. Yours had since stalled, though your anticipation was clear as your heart pounded furiously. Ray, confident as ever, couldn’t resist a quip while you struggled for words.
“C’mon, bun, your heart’s thumping like a jackrabbit,” he taunted, though the nickname only made things worse. “What do you want to do?”
The words came easy with such a simple prompt, and you grew sheepish as you stared up at him. “I wanna suck you off.”
He grinned, scoffing softly as he shook his head. You pulled away to pout at him, tracing the buttons on his shirt. “Why should I let you touch me?” he sneered. “Personally, I don’t think you deserve it.”
Taken aback and aroused, you gaped at him, mouth opening and closing as you tried to defend yourself. Ray stepped in again, “Cat got your tongue?”
“Ray, please,” you frowned, hooking your arms around his neck again. “You've been working so hard lately, I just wanna show my appreciation.”
He gave you a small smile, full of sinful intent. “Then do it. Prove that you deserve it.”
His lips skimmed yours, locking them in a quick kiss before his palm met your ass with a sudden slap. “Go on,” he urged, growing impatient as you dropped to your knees, but it was followed up with a light, “Atta girl.”
Your hands glided down his thighs, his slacks stiff against your skin. Longing for contact, you wasted little time settling on your knees, shivering at the cool tile beneath you. Ray was unbothered by the sight, watching you with raised eyebrows and crossed arms, treating you with nonchalance. If anything, he was becoming more impatient, warnings and punishments building on his tongue as you traced his inseam.
With a feather-light touch, you brushed over his erection, though the contact was made fainter by layers of fabric. Nimbly, you unfastened the buttons of his jeans, holding his gaze and watching him grow amused. Curiosity and anticipation swirled in his eyes, and arousal spun in your stomach. He nearly interrupted, tempted to speed things up, but the desperation scrawled on your features begged for a moment more.
Ray was a treat and you wanted to fucking savor him. However, you were just as anxious to feel him, tugging his slacks down in a single swift motion. Before you, he stood proud in his boxers, the heather gray taking on a darker hue as precum stained the cotton. This time, he did speak, arrogant as he glanced at your stupor.
“Look at you,” he condescended, petting you gently as his palm pressed to the back of your head. “You’re my pretty little housewife, huh?”
The word little was meticulously chosen–you really were small next to him, your hands looking tiny as you stroked him through his boxers. He reeled at the sight of your hand on his thigh, clutching him for stability as the other pressed against his cock. It gave him both a twisted power high and filled him with a sense of protection. He was so much bigger than you, capable of holding you tight, but also breaking you down–and at the moment, his goal resided in the latter.
Tentatively, your fingers dipped below his waistband, slowly stripping him of his boxers. It was careful and calculated, and you worked to impress him as the tainted cotton hit the floor. Ray’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched you, his eyes following your hand closely as it wrapped around the base of his cock. Your tongue followed soon after, landing flat against the head as it flicked against the underside.
A shiver ran through him at the sensation, but he played cool, still watching intently as warmth enveloped his cock. You were swift to wrap your lips around him, swirling your tongue and pulling off again. After a handful of open-mouthed kisses, he had grown sufficiently tired of waiting, bucking his hips in warning. You blinked up at him in response, all sweet and innocent, holding eye contact as saliva spilled from your lips onto the tip. A throaty groan filled the air, Ray still watching as you rubbed your lips on him, smearing them with spit and precum.
“Make a fucking mess for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice stern but face softening as he watched you.
You gave a hum of acknowledgment and a sweet stroke, gentle as your fingertips glided across his skin. Ray swallowed thickly, moaning again as your tongue lolled out, slowly easing onto him. He was so fucking big compared to you, long and thick as you tried to push further. His hand was still pressed against your head, carefully sliding himself into your mouth as you tried to adjust to his size.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tiny,” he moaned, receiving an indignant hum, barely audible as he bucked his hips into your mouth.
Instead, you gagged around him, and a patronizing pout formed on his lips. His hand slid down to your cheek, caressing it tenderly as they hollowed around him. “What? Am I too big for you?”
You could only respond with blinking and fluttering lashes, shaking your head before pulling off. Ray gave you a questioning look, but it quickly twisted into parted lips and stuttered breath as you swirled your tongue around the tip. He was already slick with spit and arousal, unhelped by sloppy kisses sucked into his skin. He requested messy, and you were practically drooling over him, pressing your tongue against his slit while you worked him with your hands.
Passionate and pretty, he watched the way you treated him, flattening your tongue against him as you trailed up the length of his cock. Every move you made was delicate and demure, no matter how wanton they were. Fuck, you sucked him off like it was an art, precious as you lolled your tongue out, begging for him to slide past your lips. You were made of glass, and Ray wanted nothing more than to watch you shatter.
He moaned at the view, committing it to memory as you waited patiently. You were on your knees for him, eyes wide and wanting as your tongue hung out. You didn’t make a sound, and your hands had since drifted to your lap, folded in your lap as you waited for him. It was raw submission, and he gently tilted your head back before sliding his cock into your mouth.
The same weight from earlier pressed against your tongue, and Ray slowly guided you down on him while you sat placidly below. Warmth shot through him, eliciting another moan as his hand slid down to the nape of your neck, letting you control your pace. It was slow at first, easy as you adjusted to him, but his impatience was clear as you sped up.
"C'mon, bun, you can do better than that," he breathed, his hips jerking subconsciously as you bobbed your head on his cock. "Mm, just like that."
You followed his praise, wrapping your hand around him again as you picked up a steady rhythm. It was needy, desperation seeping into your pace as you pushed him down further. The mere sound of you gagging around him had another deep groan cutting through the air, Ray giving you gentle encouragement.
"You can do it, sweet girl."
Moaning back at him sent vibrations up his cock, and he grew louder as your pace quickened. You were hardly in control anymore, retiring to little more than a hole as held the back of your head in his palm. He was fucking using you, holding you tenderly as he thrust down your throat. Arousal stirred in your stomach, seeping into your panties as you tried to adjust to his merciless rhythm.
It didn't last too long though, as Ray interrupted with a groan and a slurred, "Fuck, I wanna come inside of you."
You moaned around him, growing even needier as he pulled you off harshly. After pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his cock, you stood back up, proud and dazed. Ray promptly pulled you in for a kiss, and your hands clutched his shirt tight for balance. It held unbridled desperation, messy and intermittent with moans as his tongue worked against yours.
"God, I wanna fuck your pretty pussy," he told you, resting his forehead against yours as he took a breath. "Gonna fuck a baby right into you, how's that sound?"
You whined in response, and he clicked his tongue at your insufficiency. "Words."
"Please fuck me, Ray," you pleaded, hardly able to focus on unbuttoning his dress shirt at the proposition.
Then came another smile, laced with something sinful. "Yeah? Gonna get you pregnant, let everyone know who you belong to."
"Fuck me,” you whined, letting his shirt hit the floor. "Fill me up, please."
It was dirty and vulnerable, Ray grinning as you begged for him to knock you up. It was a conversation you'd had before–several times, really–but this new territory, and so fucking hot. Christ, Ray could get off on the image alone, picturing you carrying his baby. Everyone would know you were his, and that he had gotten his pretty little housewife pregnant.
Rather than whining, you stayed obedient, sticking to hushed begging in the crook of his neck as you pulled him from his thoughts. You had already kicked off your outfit, instead left in intimates–which was admittedly, more than he was wearing.
He took a long gaze at you, and his hands traced your figure as he went. "I'm gonna break you, bun."
It wasn't a warning but rather a promise, proven as he turned you around to face the counter. He didn't bend you over right away, fully stripping you instead. Your bra came off first, joining the pile of discarded clothes on the tile. Ray's hands were rough and calloused, but they were warm against your skin, cupping your breasts as he rolled your nipples beneath his thumbs. His head had nestled into your neck, kisses scattered across your skin as he murmured praise into your ear.
"You're so perfect," he told you, letting his fingertips skate down to your waistband. "God, I can't wait to be inside of you."
Part of you wanted to skip the foreplay and let him have you, but his touch was insatiable. Feather-light, he stroked your clothed cunt, his confidence building at the wetness of the fabric. "I haven't even touched you yet," he teased, sliding your panties off with ease.
You sighed softly, letting your head fall back against his chest. "You don't need to."
If that didn’t give him a power high, he wasn't sure what would, reveling in the words as his fingers ghosted your cunt. Lightly, you placed your hand over his, guiding it to your lips. They parted naturally for him, leaving your mouth slick with saliva. He pressed another kiss to your shoulder while you led his hand back down to your cunt, begging to be touched.
As expected, he worked quickly, ghosting your clit before dipping his fingers inside of you. He bit back a grin at the way you moaned, caught off guard by the fullness. Ray could probably break you with his fingers alone, not to mention his cock, hard and dripping for you. His goal was clear–to draw a pretty orgasm from you, watching you crumble just to do it again. He wanted to fuck you stupid, watching your mind melt, all because of him.
His free hand pressed against your abdomen, creeping lower until he was pushing just above your clit. Shifting for friction earned nothing but amusement from Ray, who taunted you instead.
“Patience.”
The word was spoken as if you’d actually listen, but you weren’t very virtuous, only clinging to the counter for stability. You were always so good for him, obeying nearly every command, and yet he continued to tease you, simply because you were his. His to use and break, watching you degrade yourself into something lesser–a slut, a whore, a hole for his dirty fantasies.
By the time his fingers started moving, you were already wound up, so needy and helpless for him. Soft whines filled the air with each crook of his fingers, and the friction against your clit drew moans along with it. Ray knew how to break you, stretching you open while his palm rubbed against you. He could make you weak over something so simple, and you teetered on the edge of humiliation as he teased you for it.
"You're so loud, baby," he murmured, his breath warm on your skin. "Gonna be this loud when I give you my cock?"
A small smile split your lips, and your back arched against him. "Louder."
"Yeah? And what if I want you to be quiet?" he asked, curling his fingers just right to test your obedience.
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip for a moment, "Then I'll be quiet."
"Good girl."
You could feel yourself getting closer, taut muscles lying just below his palm. He pressed down gently as you clenched around his fingers, drawing a pretty moan from your lips at the sensation. With it, came a rushed, "Oh, fuck," and Ray was hit with a surge of confidence.
His fingers continued to work as you came around them, still crooking and drawing desperate noises from you. The minute he pulled away was torturous, though his fingers were swiftly replaced in a fluent transition. Just as quick, the head of his cock was pressing against your cunt, still spent from moments before. His hands landed on your hips, tracing the curves as he bent you over the counter, the marble cool against your skin.
"Are you going to behave for me?" he asked, still rubbing himself against your folds. "Gonna be my good girl and let me fill you up?"
You nodded furiously, grip tightening on the countertop as you babbled out a response. "Yeah, please just fuck me already. I've been so good–"
The sentence was cut off with a gasp as Ray pushed himself inside of you. Not too hard, but enough to feel him everywhere. He kept a firm grip as he sunk inside, filling you up as promised. All too soon, everything was circling back to him. The scent of his cologne as he reached down to whisper in your ear, luxurious and musky. The taste of iron that graced your tongue after biting your lip too hard, trying to evade punishment. His moans, echoing around the room as he bottomed out, and the feeling of being so fucking full. Ray was everywhere, and you tripped on delirium as he effortlessly captivated you.
An indignant whine bubbled up in your throat as he paused, but it came out as a small cry after a quick roll of his hips. You always took him so well, squeezing him perfectly as he gave another thrust, sinking back inside of you with ease. It was as if he were made for you, created to fill you up and fuck you full, watching you beg and writhe beneath him.
Slow thrusts gradually evolved into quicker ones, though he kept the same depth and passion. His hand had drifted back down to your clit, contrasting the speed of his thrusts with languid circles. You could hardly do more than arch into his touch, moaning softly and shuddering breaths at his touch.
"You're so perfect," he told you, moaning as his hips snapped against yours. "Gonna come inside you, 'kay? Fill you right up. How's that sound?"
You cried back at him, already going weak as his fingers sped up. "Please," you moaned brokenly, babbling incoherent curses below him.
"You want me to knock you up?” he grinned. “Let everyone know you're mine. My girl, my little housewife."
Nodding back, you could feel the same sensation from earlier. With tight muscles and buckling knees, you clenched around him, sobbing an indecipherable warning while he cooed at you. "Look at you, going dumb over my cock. So pretty like this, you know that?"
He was so smug and nonchalant as you came around him, crying softly while he kept the same pace. If Ray wanted something, he got it, and at the moment, he wanted to shatter you. Fuck, he wanted to watch you crumble, whimpering and moaning until you were used to a point of breakage. And at the moment, that's the road he was headed down, pounding into you mercilessly while you took it in stride.
"Just a little longer," he assured you, intentionally holding himself back out of sadistic desire.
"You're so good to me, bun. Such a good girl."
With praise like that, you couldn't help but hold on a little longer, letting pretty tears paint your cheeks in pleasure and silent pleas. Ones to slow down or speed up, their meaning unknown as they blurred messily with intelligible definition. Thankfully, Ray knew what you wanted. He always did, hence his burst of energy and bout of quick thrusts as he came. They didn't stop abruptly, but rather died down as breathy curses and deep moans broke the anticipation hanging in the air.
Drained, you lay against the chilly marble while he pulled out. He peppered your skin in kisses, all across your neck while his arms snaked around your waist. "My perfect girl," he reiterated, helping you stand before pulling you into his arms.
"Ray?" you breathed, panting as you came to your senses. "Were you serious about us having a kid? That wasn't just play, right?"
He smiled softly, turning you until your chest was flush against his. "I mean... I didn't come inside you for nothing."
Stifling a small laugh, you pressed a kiss to his lips, soft and slow. It was far different from a few moments ago, no longer hungry and feverish. No, it was deep and meaningful, your fingers weaving through his curls while you kissed him.
"Just hope it worked, you know?" he said after pulling away, prodding at your stomach. "If not, we can always try again."
It was sly and teasing, his lips pressed to your ear as he proposed the idea. You grinned and shook your head, "Later. Go wash up for now, alright? And don't start worrying about work again."
He smiled back, kissing your cheek before collecting the clothes scattered across the floor. "I think you need to wash up too, though. Care to join me?"
Ray was irresistible and he knew it, comically batting his eyelashes as you gave in. You sighed in melodrama, though your lips still quirked up as you nodded. He wrapped his arm around your waist victoriously, giving you a quick peck and a giggle while his hand inched lower.
"Behave," you warned, biting back a grin as his hand flew back to your waist.
With a kiss and playful mockery, he led you toward the bathroom. "Yes, ma'am."