Erotic One Shots

Number 11 - Strict and Struggling

I felt my husbands firm hand press down on my shoulder as I reach for my wine. His voice low, yet loud enough for everyone to hear, “I think you have had enough Elizabeth.” Ignoring his words, blatantly disobeying him in front of his subordinates I drained my glass. Being in the military and us a strict military family, I could see the fear in their eyes at my actions. Though I had not even gotten started yet. He had been working ridiculous hours for weeks, months even. Now the first night we were to have alone together, and he invited these people into my house.

I was at the end of my thread and refused to play the obedient wife. In my next breath I turned to maid gesturing for a refill, looking down to the floor she obeyed my command refilling the flute. Sam took his seat next to me with an frustrated sigh and pointed look having been ignored. His fingers griped the edge of the table turning white as he visibly tried to calm and curve his emotions.

Normally I would submit to his any desire, especially in front of others, but I was not going to do that tonight. I wanted to taunt, to antagonise him, god I wanted to destroy his cool facade. I wanted everyone to watch as I did it. His stern face was still pointed in my direction. I could not help but inwardly curl my lips trying to hold back a giggle as my hand covered my mouth. Making out like I needed to cough. The muscles under his suit were all pulled taught, he was so uptight. Reaching over I placed my alcohol warmed hand on his knee under the table, a little smirk playing on my face as I bit my lip. Tom my husband’s direct underling spoke to him trying to break the tense atmosphere evident at the table as all parties held their tongues. “Colonel, so we have training tomorrow ay 0600?”

What!!! My eyes darkened narrowing on my husband as I pulled my hand away instantly. This was not funny anymore, yes he was busy and the military was important, but so was I. So was our marriage… or so I thought. Dinner had not even been served yet. Noticing my irritation, his eyes caught my own as his lips smirked at me. Having not responded to Tom he prompted again, “Sam?” I could not sit through this. Somehow Sam had conveniently not mentioned he would be working through the weekend as well, maybe after I blew up about visitors coming over tonight he thought best not to mention it till after they left.

Keeping my eye contact, I watched Sam lift his head before turning to meet Tom’s gaze. “Yes it will be training tomorrow and Sunday.” Reaching forward I drained my glass once again before turning to the rest of the gentlemen at the table. Before I even lifted my gaze, I knew that they all had their eyes on me. “Excuse me gentlemen, I am suddenly not feeling well… please excuse me, have a pleasant night.” Turning back to Sam, I felt the viciousness on my words as they rolled off my tongue, “Sam.” Moving closer, I leant down whispering so only he could hear. “Whenever you decide you need a wife again, you may need to find a new one.”

I was hurt, I was angry and let me be honest spiteful as hell. How dare he lie and keep things from me. This all started as a bit of fun so I could demonstrate just how irritated I was with him. So he could understand and be a little humiliated in front of his colleges which he brought to my home without even asking on our first night together in weeks.

Standing back up to my full height I continued to the door. The second I took one step to keep moving out of the dinning room his hand caught my wrist. Looking back, I watched his eyes as they stared, he was infuriated though did not move from his seat. Pulling my wrist from his grip with force I continued out the door heading toward the kitchen. I was so mad… so mad. What was he even thinking, I really couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. I was sick of sitting at home waiting.

As I touched the kitchen door, I heard a loud bang. Turning my head, I saw Sam striding in with haste out of the dinning room. His eyes capturing mine, I saw the faces of fear behind him as the dinning room door swung closed, god only knows what he did to make that noise. With the closed door, the gasps also sounding from our guests cut short. Everyone must have been quite scared of him. He would relish in the knowledge, his reputation was something very important to him.

Sam continued marching toward me. Hand reaching for my throat, his fingers circled my neck, as his second hand slid behind my back holding me in place. “Don’t Sam… I am serious, I am over this, I am so done. Go back to your little party, I am not going to play house with you anymore. You did not even have the decency to tell me you were working all weekend again. An then you take our first and now I know only night this week together to have your subordinates over.” Emotions nearly overwhelming me, “like… are you kidding me?”

I could see his face, he was trying to hold in the emotions that were just about to bubble over. Tom popped his head out the room to watch us with wide eyes. Turning back to see him, Sam exhaled audibly before pushing me through to the kitchen, his grip slightly tightening. “Get out!” He all but roared at the maids in the kitchen. All jumped, before running from the room while focusing on us. Mainly every ones gaze just fell to the hand Sam still had wrapped around my neck, to be honest it didn’t hurt, the pressure only heightened my arousal. It was the position, it made him feel powerful.

Spinning me instantly he pressed me into a kitchen counter. His hand moving to the back of my neck he forced my face against the cool granite countertop, bending me over. His second hand pulled up my dress, I felt it bunched on my back as he grinded into my ass. Twitching and clenching my core moved and heated in anticipation. His voice rough and commanding, “is this what you wanted Elizabeth, did you want my c**k? Did you want my attention?”

God yes! That was exactly what I wanted, what I needed. He was all I wanted, not that I was going to tell him that. A hand rose between my legs slapping my c**t, it stung as I moaned out causing Sam to strengthen his hand on the back of my neck ceasing the sound. I had not felt of seen him like this in a long time, he was desperate, almost as desperate as me. Leaning forward on to the bunched dress his weight only pushed me deeper into the countertop. Now with a free hand I heard his zipper as he shuffled around behind me, continuing to grow harder and bigger against my ass.

Pulling my underwear to the side I felt his full length plunge deep into my body, spearing me deeply. Eyes widening I cried out, I didn’t expect, I was not ready for so much of him. Heat ripped through my core, had I not been held to the counter I would have already been on the floor in a puddle. Leaving his c**k buried deep, I felt his hand creep down the crack of my ass as a wet finger dipped into the tight little hole. My whole body tensed as I whimpered under his touch.

“Sam”, three evenly paced knocks sounded on the kitchen door. It was Tom, from the position Sam had me in before he must have thought Sam was hurting me. Tom’s voice was tight like he was afraid to ask, yet did not want to sit back and do nothing. “Sam.” Again his voice sounded. Pulling out his finger and c**k he took a half step back with an irritated breath leaving his chest.

“Go back to the dinning room Tom.” Pulling me up from the counter Sam spun me back around to face his chest. Another whimper escaped my lips at his fierceness, I loved every second of it and so did he.

“SAM” Tom’s voice sounded loudly.

“Go back to the dinning room, that’s an order Lieutenant Colonel.” We knew Tom quite well, I could only imagine the devastation on his face. Sam rarely pulled rank, though he rarely needed to, he was highly respected. Never did people especially subordinates question an order. Pulling me back into my current circumstance, hands fell on my shoulders forcing me downwards. Lowering my body following the force I ended up on my knees as Sam stroked his c**k pressing it to my lips. “Open.” Once again my core jumped in response as liquid pooled between my legs.

Opening my mouth obediently his wet c**k was slid between my lips. Sam’s voice registered in my ear, “suck it clean.” Using my tongue, I ran it the length of him. All I could taste was myself, my fluids. He had only penetrated me the once, but my slickness coated his whole length. As Sam started to thrust into my mouth I was force backward into the cupboard door. Each new thrust causing the door to bang slightly as my back bore a slight burn.

Hearing him groan out I felt my desire intensify as his hand took place weaving tightly in my hair ripping my face to his c**k as he thrusted forward. Deeper, he still went deeper causing me to gag as the wet slapping sounds continued from my mouth. Balls knocking into my chin I squirmed. Placing a hand between my legs I started to rub, I needed it, I needed more. Reaching down he caught my hand pulling it out from between my legs. “You don’t touch that Elizabeth, that’s mine!”

Whining, I did not know what else to do. Raising my hand, I pushed at his hip trying to take a breath. Disallowing the action, he continued to thrust forwards making me choke on his big c**k. He loved it, every second of me choking was my throat constricting on his c**k, tightening around it. Groaning out loudly I felt his warm thick c*m shooting into my mouth. Holding himself in place his hand caught my chin forcing me to look upwards with a command falling from his lips, “swallow.”

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