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You heard his car pulling into the driveway as you finished the last touches of your makeup, some added glitter to your eyelids. Smoothing over the skin tight, blue dress that hugged your plump figure. You looked in the mirror, this was definitely not your normal attire, but being as it was a party you figured you should look the part. The door opened, then came the clinking and rustling of William tossing his briefcase and shoes to the ground. You heard a loud sigh, and footsteps coming up the stairs. William was not a man that often made his presence be known, you had grown used to him silently slinking around, only speaking when he needed to.
A spike of fear came at the thought of William seeing you, you weren't sure how he would react honestly. He was very particular about what he liked and didn’t like, and he often told you about how he preferred your natural beauty, no additives were necessary.
Facing the mirror you saw him in the reflection behind you, his face read shock, that quickly turned into a scowl. He began undoing his tie as he stood in complete silence. You turned to face him, letting out an anxious laugh. “What? You don't like it?” he kept gawking at your body, your face, your high heeled shoes. His eyes narrowed with annoyance.
“No.” he said simply, and walked away to the restroom. Your heart dropped. What was his problem? It's just some makeup and a dress. You crossed your arms like an angry toddler and sat on the edge of the bed, pouting.
When he came back, he was shirtless and his hair had been combed through and slicked back. You couldn't help but admire him, his scars, the salt and pepper hair that covered his body. The way he carried himself was intoxicating. Pure dominance practically flooded from him. It made your mouth water.
He was gently looking through his dresser for a fresh shirt and tie for the event. The silence was maddening. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him dress. His breathing was even, controlled. Your anger got worse by the minute.
You threw your hands up in defeat. “What the hell, William! You're just going to give me the silent treatment because you don't like my outfit? I spent a lot of time getting ready y'know!” he scoffed, you could practically hear his eyes rolling. Turning to face you, his eyes were nothing but a dead glare. “I didn't realize you would be dressing like a 2 dollar whore.” he spat. “You may as well not wear anything.” he turned back to button his new yellow shirt.
You rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated groan. “Oh my god, it's a party! What do you want me to wear!?” he quickly snapped, abandoning buttoning his shirt to turn and grab your jaw, his harsh grip caused pain to cascade down your neck. “You dumb little girl. This is a business party, not a cheap nightclub gathering.” he spat the words into your face, his glasses were fogging from his deep breaths.
It was wrong, you knew it, but you were turned on. He was angry, pissed actually, and you wanted nothing more than for him to tear off the dress he hated so much. Fuck you into the matress while telling you what a stupid, dumb little slut you were. Pump you full of his cum over and over, groan in your ear, grip your ass possessively. Fuck, you were getting so wet. You blinked up at him, teary eyed and needy. “I'm sorry, daddy.” he sighed, and loosened his grip. His touch became gentle as he stroked your cheek. “I know, angel. You're just too sweet and naive for your own good. You have no idea what this little get up will do to the men there.”
You giggled. He was so paranoid. “Darling, no one will be looking at me.” you put your hands to his chest, gripping the opened shirt collar. He smiled darkly and groped your sides. “That’s what you think?”
“That's what I know. I'm not exactly like most guys eye candy anyways.” he scowled, gripping the fat of your sides harder. It sent a tingle up your spine. “Your assumptions are wrong.” his eyes grew dark. “You think because you have extra weight that men don't look? Are you that dense?”
Your face felt red hot and you were melting from his touch. “I- i don't know.” you stuttered. You felt at a loss for words. Surely he was wrong, no one even batted an eye at you before you met William. A phrase William said when you first met came to mind. “Boys wouldn't know what to do with a girl like you. Lucky for you I'm not a boy, I'm a man.”