“That’s better,” Steve said. He stepped forward and looked down at Shyla. Even in her 2-inch heels he had a good 4 inches on her. Not to mention almost 100 pounds.
“Oh, and one last thing,” he said, suddenly inspired.
“What now?”
“I get to do anything I want to you,” he said. “For once, I get to be in control.”
“Are you sure?” Shyla said. “That’s not like you.”
“I’m positive. And no complaints. Otherwise I don’t sign.”
“Fine,” she said. “Let’s just get this over with.”
“Oh, we’ll get it over with all right,” Steve said, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around. “But it’s gonna take a while.”
“Not likely,” she said.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he said, slapping her ass sharply.
“Hold on just a minute,” Shyla said, startled. She started turning around.
Steve grabbed a handful of her hair and pressed his body against her backside. With his mouth right up next to her ear he said, “No complaints, remember? You agreed.”
“I know,” she said. “But this isn’t like you. You’ve got me a little worried.”
“About what? Me hurting you?”
She nodded.
“Don’t be,” Steve said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. I promise I won’t do anything to you that I haven’t witnessed Dirty Harry doing to you over the past six months.”
“I don’t know—”
“Fine,” he said, releasing his grip on her hair and taking a half-step back. “Then I guess I won’t be signing anything today.”
Shyla took a deep breath and dropped her eyes towards the floor. After a moment of deliberation, she said, “Okay. I’ll play by your rules. You do what you want and I’ll keep my mouth shut. But don’t expect me to pretend that I like it.”
“Don’t worry, honey. You don’t have to do any pretending. All you have to do is shut up and take what I give you. Do that and I’ll sign your stupid papers. Got it?”
“Got it,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.
“Good,” Steve said. “Now get down on your knees.”
Shyla did so without comment. Steve dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His cock was already rock hard with anticipation. He hadn’t realized that having complete control over someone else could be so exciting. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Especially knowing he wouldn’t have to deal with the aftermath.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Again Shyla obeyed without comment.
Steve tried not to let his amazement show. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually done anything he’d asked. Weeks, maybe even months. But here she’d done it twice within one minute. He idly wondered why he hadn’t tried doing something like this earlier in their relationship. At least he could have gotten something out their time together. Oh well, too late now. All he could do was take advantage of it this one time. He’d better make it worthwhile.
Steve guided his cock into Shyla’s mouth.
With one hand on top of her head and one under her chin, he moved his cock in and out of her mouth, only giving her about half his dick to start. She took it like a champ, not gagging or coughing, not fighting him at all but certainly not bringing anything to the party herself, just sitting there with her mouth open and her eyes closed while he pumped her face.
“Open your eyes and look up at me,” Steve said, mostly just to see if Shyla would still do as he told her.
She did, tilting her head slightly and looking up at him, her big brown eyes ringed with black mascara. She still wasn’t into it but that didn’t matter. It was a massive turn-on to fuck her mouth while she held eye contact with him.
Steve shifted his hands so they were grasping the back of her head and proceeded to pump her faster, pulling her head towards him with every thrust, giving her more of his cock every time. And then he gave her the whole thing, shoving his entire shaft down her throat and keeping it there, his hands on the back of her head, holding her in place for a couple seconds before letting her come up for air.
She did so with a gasp and a cough. She glared at him but didn’t say anything.
“Are you still game?” Steve said, leaning down so his head was at the same level as her. His right hand still had a handful of her hair.
“I can take whatever you can dish out,” Shyla said.
“That’s the spirit,” Steve said, smiling.
He stood up and led Shyla over to the couch by her hair. She had to crawl quickly on her hands and knees to avoid falling over. Once there, Steve spun her around and pushed her head back so it was lying flat on the cushion of the couch, her face towards the ceiling, her butt still on the floor.
Steve dropped one knee on each side of her head and straddled Shyla’s face. Holding her head on the couch, he smacked her face with his cock a few times before sticking it back into her mouth. He pumped her mouth a few times, then adjusted his angle a bit so his cock was poking the inside of her cheek, stretching it out. He popped it out, stuck it back in, popped it out again.
Steve climbed up a little higher so his ballsack was hovering directly above Shyla’s mouth. Her head was framed by his legs.
“Open up,” he said, staring right at her, relishing in the control he had over her.
Shyla opened her mouth.
“Wider,” Steve said.
She regarded him with contempt but did as she was instructed.
“That’s better,” Steve said as he proceeded to drop his balls into her mouth. “Now suck on them.”
A moan of pleasure escaped from his throat as Shyla went to work on his balls. He pressed his cock down against her face, rubbing it on her cheeks, rolling it over her nose, transferring the saliva from his cock onto her face. She maintained eye contact the entire time, as though daring him to look away in embarrassment. But that wasn’t going to happen. He was having the time of his life.
Steve stood up and turned around as though he was going to take a seat on the couch, but instead of plopping down on one of the cushions he spread his legs and dropped his ass directly onto Shyla’s face.
Squatting over her, one hand on the armrest for balance and the other jerking himself off, he rubbed his asshole up and down Shyla’s face, riding her nose and mouth with his crack, forcing her to taste his ass.
“Tongue out,” he said. “And keep it there.”
She obliged.
“Good girl,” he said, riding her tongue with his asshole, keeping enough pressure on Shyla that she couldn’t squirm away but not too much that she couldn’t breathe.
Steve relinquished his hold on his cock and leaned forward so he could play with Shyla’s tits. He pulled her shirt up but not off, revealing her perfectly round, perfectly fake, perfectly incredible breasts. He then grabbed ahold of one and gave it a good squeeze before switched over to the other. He pinched one of her nipples and gave it a little twist, eliciting a gasp and a shimmy from Shyla.
Laughing softly, Steve pinched her other nipple, pulled on it for a moment or two, then rubbed his fingers together with the nipple still between them. It hardened almost immediately. Shyla let out a moan and squirmed beneath him but Steve dropped his ass further down on her face, muffling her cries, and continued to play with her nipple.
When he finally climbed off Shyla’s face it was red and her eyes were watering and she was breathing in deep, lurching gasps but although she was glaring at him she surprisingly didn’t seemed all that pissed off.
In fact, as Steve pulled her up onto the couch and pulled her shorts off so he could fuck her properly he realized her panties were completely soaked through. He found himself wondering if she like being treated like a slut, if maybe she actually enjoyed being tossed around like a ragdoll, if she got off on being forced to do things that most other girls would find disgusting. It was impossible to know for sure, but it sure seemed like it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it at the moment. And to think, he’d been married to her for five years and had no clue!