I had an extra pep in my step when I exited the elevator. My shoulders back, determination etched all over my face, I approached our apartment. I was going to walk into that apartment and take control of my fiancée.

She’d been so stressed since she turned her full attention to the wedding. Add in the issue with the cake, and everyone offering their opinion, and I knew she was crumbling. My Ana. I’d been handling her with kid gloves, being her support as she shared her worries with me. I’d taken care of her the best I could and didn’t push when she turned away from sex.

But holding her hand until she fell asleep after a long cry wasn’t what she needed. She needed me to take control and give her a moment in the week where she could let go and not even think about the wedding.

So, with a bottle of wine in my hand and a plan to seduce my fiancée, I stuck my key in the door, ready to claim my prize, until I heard the feral, agonized scream on the other side of the door. My fingers fumbled, and I almost dropped the keys. Frantically, I shoved the key into the lock and slammed the door open, running down the hallway, wine bottle overhead, ready to use it as a weapon. I slid into the great area and looked to the right to see the living room empty.

I looked to the left to find a distraught Ana, her chest heaving over quick breaths as she glared at the TV.

"Fuck, Ana. Are you okay?" I barely got the words out, my heart pounding a thousand miles a minute, trying to come down from the adrenaline coursing through my body. I took a deep breath and walked toward the island to set the wine down. "Ana." I said her name again when her eyes glazed over with tears.

“Our church.” That was all she said, barely croaking it out as she lifted her hand, gesturing toward the TV.

“What?” I rounded the island, approaching her like I would a wild animal.

“Our church, it’s gone.” The first tear fell when I reached her, and I pulled her into my arms. Rocking her, I looked to see what was on TV, and sure enough, there was a newscast covering how the church we were supposed to get married in had burnt down. Fuck me. Ana loved that church.

“Shh. Shh.” I ran my hands down her long hair. “We’ll find a new one.”

“Find a new one?” She jerked her head back, brows lowered, mouth pinched. “That church was a miracle, and now it's fucking gone. Where are we going to find another church, Kevin?" She pulled out of my arms with a humorless laugh. "We'll add it to the list, right after a new bakery." Running her hands through her hair, she walked to the edge of the island and tossed her arms wide. "Oh, yeah. We need to find another florist because we won't be able to get our flowers after some twelve-year-old fucked it all up."

“What?” I was trying to follow what she was saying, but the way she rambled and was choking back sobs made it difficult. My mind was spinning with ways to keep up. "The flowers?"

“Yeah, just got off a phone call with them.” She turned to me with sad, defeated eyes and just stared. I held her gaze, trying to see what to do next. Her chest moved faster and faster like she couldn't control her breathing. "Fuck!" she shouted, turning to lean over the counter. "Fuck this stupid wedding. Fuck the people. Fuck the flowers. Fuck the cake. Fuck everything. This is so fuck—”

“That’s enough.” My voice was hard and loud, demanding she stop. Her fists clenched against the granite and her hair fell like a curtain, hiding her face from me. I had to stop her from spiraling out of control. And I only knew one way to do it. It may not have been exactly how I planned our night going, but she needed me to take control and give her a reprieve from thinking about the wedding. “Kneel.”

She stood, shaking her head. “Kevin, I’m not in the—.”

“I said, kneel.” I deepened my tone, not allowing any question whether I was serious and not taking no for an answer. When she turned to look at me finally, I made my eyes hard, steady, ready to take on her pain. She took in a shaky breath as she faced me. “I won’t say it again, Anabelle.”

Swallowing hard, she knelt.

I turned the TV off and walked over to her before burrowing my hands into her hair to pull it off her face. Fisting it tight, I jerked her head back, so she had no choice but to look at me. “Take my cock out—quickly—and get me hard. Use your mouth.”

Her trembling hands reached for my buckle and began undoing my pants. Just watching her tremble made my dick twitch, excited by what was to come. By the time she’d pulled me out, I was already half hard, but when she closed her eyes and sucked all of me into her mouth, I groaned and stiffened immediately. She continued to lap at the underside of my shaft, hollowing her cheeks out at the top.

But I didn’t want her to have that much control. And I know she didn’t either. Gripping her hair tight, I held her head still as I began to ruthlessly shove myself in and out of her mouth, watching her gag a little each time I hit the back of her throat. But I wanted more.

“Take it, Ana. Take it like the good little slut you are.” And I pushed past the opening in her throat, trying to fit as much of myself inside her mouth as possible, holding it there. Her hands flew up to my thighs and pushed and I pulled back. She gasped for air and I couldn’t wait anymore. I pushed her to the floor, roughly gripping her hips to flip her over.

“Kevin,” she gasped, laying there on her stomach.

“Don’t fucking move.”

I jerked her leggings and panties down just far enough to have access to her pussy and without any preamble I lifted her hips enough to push my cock inside her. Her hands spread for purchase against the tile as I pushed until my balls rested against her skin, a small cry falling from her lips once I was all the way in.

“God, Ana. You wanted it. You wanted me to take you and use you on this floor. You want to just be fucked for my pleasure.”

“No.”

“Then why was your pussy soaking. Why did I slide inside this wet cunt with no resistance?”

She didn’t say anything, just pushed her forehead down to the floor.

“I’m going to fuck you now. It won’t be pleasurable for you. It won’t even last long enough for you to come.”

And with that, I pulled all the way out to shove back in again. Over and over and over, I fucked her on that floor. Her quiet moans muffled by the floor, swallowed by the sounds of my grunts as I ruthlessly shoved inside of her. I took no time for her pleasure. I just pounded in and out as fast as I could, racing for my orgasm. Closing my eyes, imagining someone finding us here, in the galley of our kitchen. A woman laying useless, only her ass exposed as a man took what he needed.

And with that image, I came. A groan vibrated from deep in my chest, as I held on to her hips and came inside her as deep as I could. Before I could soften, I pulled out and gripped her hair, pulling her back to her knees. She looked at me with dried tear tracks on her face, but relief in her eyes. I knew this was what she needed.

“Now suck me until I’m soft. Clean my cum off me.”

She dutifully licked every part of me, cleaning every speck of white off my dick until it lay limp again.

“Now take your clothes off right here, and then go place a plug in your ass to prepare yourself.”

As she began stripping, I walked past her to the fridge and grabbed a beer. Popping the top, I leaned back on the counter and watched her reveal each piece of skin. God, her ass was perfection, sitting atop long, toned legs. And I knew if she turned, I’d find a bare pussy, flat stomach, and perfect tits that fit in my hand.

My Ana had a hell of a body.

She didn’t even turn to look back before she walked down our hallway to the bedroom. I smiled, imagining her in there applying lube to the plug, then to her ass before she slipped it inside her. I wondered which one she chose. I wondered how big it would be. I had to fight the urge to run down the hall and watch her, but I wanted to let her wait. Let the anticipation build.

By the time I’d finished my beer, I’d come up with a plan. Smiling, I got another beer and went to go find my fiancé.

She sat on the edge of the bed, back straight and her hands placed primly on her knees.

I leaned against the door and took a sip of my beer as I looked her over.

“Lie back on the bed.”

I set my beer on the dresser and moved over to her and began pulling straps that we always kept on our bed. I stroked her skin as I wrapped the soft fabric around each wrist and ankle, not saying anything. Then I moved to grab a new toy that had come in last week.

“What is that?” she asked breathlessly, looking at the small purple butterfly with bands hanging from it.

"I got us a new toy. Well, I got you a toy. But I'm going to love watching you struggle." I placed the small butterfly right over her clit, nestled between the lips of her pussy and wrapped a band around each thigh and her waist. She said nothing, just panted through all of it, let out small whimpers when I lightly grazed her skin. I moved to grab my beer and dragged the chair we had in our bedroom a few feet in front of the bed. A perfect view.

Then I turned on the butterfly with a control and her whole body jerked, arms and legs pulling in to avoid the heavy vibrations.

“You’re going to give me all the orgasms you’ve denied me over the weeks. Right now. All in one sitting.”

“Kevin,” she whimpered. “You can’t make me.”

I laughed at her attempt to fight me and began removing my clothes, calm and unconcerned with how exhausted she would be by the end of the night. “How many orgasms do you think you owe me? Five? Ten?”

“Please.” The word escaped on a breath. She probably didn’t even know what she was begging for. More? Stop? Fuck me? All of the above?

“How about we just see how far we get until I get hard again and decide to fuck your ass.” I amped up the vibrations and she moaned, lifting her bottom off the bed, giving me a perfect view of the plastic circle resting outside her ass. Ahh, purple. She went with the medium plug. Good. I’d still have to use my fingers to stretch her out.

I leaned back in the chair, relaxed as I sipped my beer as I watched her squirm and get closer and closer to orgasm. Her moans grew louder until finally, her legs stiffened. I clenched my jaw as I listened to her cry out in pleasure and watched her pussy clench around nothing.

Once she was done, she looked to me as best she could with pleading eyes, her mouth open, and her chest rising and falling. Her perfect tits taunting me with their hard, pink tips.

“I’d love to fuck you, Anabelle, but my cock is still worn out from earlier. So, you just keep on coming until I’m ready. I’ll sit here and enjoy the show you’re putting on.” I gave her a small smirk before lifting the beer to my lips again. Her glazed eyes hardened, and her jaw clenched before moving to stare at the ceiling.

I cranked the vibrations up a little more, loving the ways she cried out. Unable to stand not touching her anymore, I stood and moved to kneel between her spread legs. She had enough room to bend her knees and I pressed my palms against the inside of her thighs and pressed them back as far they would go, baring her clit even more to the vibrator.

I loved her stubbornness in the way she refused to meet my eyes. Leaning over her, I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth as I pushed on the plug. It wasn’t going anywhere, but with just that extra shove, she cried out.

“Come on, Ana,” I said against her breast. “You’ve got more in you.” I bit down her ribs to her hips, leaving red marks in my wake. “Maybe I’ll give your pussy something to squeeze next time. You think I can push my soft dick inside you and just enjoy the pressure of your orgasm?” Pressing as close as I could, I upped the vibration and used my fingers to push my semi-soft cock between her lips just as they spasmed. So hard it seemed to be sucking me in and pushing me out. We both moaned through that one and my dick began to come back to life as I pulled back.

"You're such a good girl. You come so well," I praised, reaching up to wipe the tears leaking from her eyes.

I waited for her safe word, but she said nothing, probably because she was struggling to catch her breath.

I leaned over her and pulled open the nightstand, pulling out a dildo that rotated. Before I pulled back, I whispered in her ear. “One more for me.”

When her eyes landed on the dildo, they widened, but still, she said nothing. I looked down at her swollen pussy, knowing it was going to be a tight fit. Maybe even a little painful, but I knew she wanted it. Hell, I knew her clit had to be sore from all the vibrations. I knew she had to be tired from the number of orgasms. But I pushed on anyway.

She whimpered from her chest as I began working the dildo inside her, pulling out just to push in further, letting our cum work together as lube.

“Oh, fuck yes, Ana.” I stared down at her core. “You are such a slut. Stuffed full of toys. A dildo deep in your pussy and a plug deep in your ass. Such a fucking whore who is going to come for me again because you like it. Only a slut would like to be stuffed full of dick.”

As soon as I turned on the rotations, she began coming, her hips lifting off the bed. The muscles of her thighs trembling as cries came pouring out of her mouth. It seemed to last forever and once she was done, her soft, exhausted whimpers continued.

“Good girl. And look at me, hard and ready to fuck that tight ass.”

“Kevin, please. . .” I stopped with my hand on the plug, ready to remove it. “Please turn off the vibrator.”

I cocked an eyebrow, waiting for her safe word, but it never came. So, slowly, I removed the plug. I reached across her and grabbed the lube, adding enough to coat my fingers of one hand and use the other to lube up my dick. It was straining now, eager to get inside her. Eager to spill my cum inside her.

I slipped my fingers in and scissored them apart, stretching her further as her hips squirmed to get away from the pressure. Once I felt she was prepared, I pushed her thighs back as far as they’d go and moved to line my dick with her opening.

“Kevin, wait,” she gasped. “Aren’t you going to remove the dildo?”

We’d never done this before, but I was ready to try something new to push her harder tonight. Instead of answering, I chuckled and began working my dick inside her. Because she was so well prepared, I didn’t go slowly. I pushed harder, wanting to see her cringe in pain. And once I was in, I claimed her ruthlessly.

“Fuck, Ana,” I groaned. “I can feel the dildo. So fucking good. Not going to last.”

The harder I fucked her, the more she cried out, the harder she squeezed around me.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”

“You will,” I growled.

Still pounding into her, I pulled off the butterfly and pressed my thumb hard against her clit, loving her scream. I fell over her and bit her nipples, pushing my groin against the dildo, shoving it in harder with each thrust of my hips.

With a few more swipes of my thumb across her too swollen nub, she cried out one more orgasm, louder than before and I had to fight the intense contractions of her ass as she came. The tight squeeze and drag against my cock, the sounds of her cries in my ears pulled my orgasm from me and I pressed in hard as I shot my cum inside her, groaning against her heaving chest.

Once I could breathe again, I slowly removed the dildo out of her, both of us groaning once it was free, and then eased my cock out of her ass. I unstrapped her arms and she rolled to her side.

I went to the bathroom and wiped myself off before getting another hot washcloth to clean up the most beautiful woman in the world. Her whole body was still flushed from the orgasms as she lay half passed out on the bed. Her long limbs and golden hair splayed out against the sheets.

Fuck, I loved her.

I wiped her clean, gently, and kissed every red bite mark I’d left behind, before tugging her into my arms. She sighed and burrowed deeper into me.

“Thank you,” she whispered and kissed the hollow of my neck.

"Was I. . ." I swallowed, old insecurities still creeping up on me. "Was I too hard?"

A soft smile curved her full lips. “Never.”