“Tell me," she insisted.

"Tell you what?" he whispered nervously, flinching from her stare.

She looked down at her prey, the feeling of power exciting her body more than she was used to. She was squatting over him in one corner of her not large enough bed, pinning down his arms by the wrists at either side with her strong fists. She lowered her face and licked his lower lip from left to right.

Breathing slowly, she raised up her head again. Watched him close his eyes. Listened to him whine, as the tease made his dick twitch and knock twice against the walls of her open cunt, almost sticking. She smiled. She kicked the duvet off the far corner of the bed.

He steadied his breath andd opened his eyes again. "What? Tell you what?"

She tried to be patient with him. "Tell me about what you're enjoying."

"All of it, all of this, what you're doing. You know."

"No." She swooped down and bit his throat in definite punctuation. "Specifics. Describe it. I want to hear you tell me exactly what it is I'm doing that excites you and why. Let me be excited by talk, fuck you!"

She pushed her hips down on him quickly, swallowing his dick and bursting a choke out from his wet mouth. She let it burn inside her while she scraped her teeth across his right breast.

He writhed, trying to both escape from her grasp and to enjoy more the squeeze she had on his dick at the same time. She wore him out wtih the wrestle, then fastened him down more firmly, locking her ankles across his shins.

There then followed a calculated torment as she began to slide her body up his, kissing his ribs, his nipples, his neck.... while her movement over his still but quivering body forced his penis to slip slowly outwards, smooth and warm, like melting chocolate down a starving throat; so that by the time she was kissing his eyelids and chewing his ears he was straining to keep the contact with her softest parts. Then it fell.

And he whimpered.

She comforted him with a gentle kiss, which soon grew full and greedy, burrowing inside his face. Exhausted, she rested, laying her head on his chest. Under her breasts, she felt his ribs rising and falling with shaky breath. She stroked her face up to his ear and whispered:

"Tell me."

"Alright," he said, as soon as he was able. "I like the heat of you on top of me. I like you being in control, the suspense.... not knowing what you're going to do next, what I'll be feeling next. Ah!" She bit his upper lip, proving his point.

"Ah!" In an instant, she raised her right hand and, with the nails of all four fingers, clawed him from his left collar-bone to his left hip, then replacing her grip again around his quaking wrist. But she was watching him too: he had not moved his arm when he had had the chance. He had been too ecstatic to notice the chance. He might notice it another time: careful.

In a barely audible sigh, he confessed, "I do enjoy fingernails."

"If you make sure I enjoy myself, perhaps you can have your turn later," she said, sitting up. He smiled: it was a deal. She beckoned him farther into the middle of the bed and resumed the earlier position, on top, pinning him down. She lifted one hand, testing: his arm stayed, obediently, where it was. She nodded; yes, good.

"Tell me you love me," she said.

"No." He closed his eyes.

She stroked him. With that one free hand, she reached behind and stroked inside his thigh. She brought it back around to the front and marked a line with her fingertip around the coarse brown hair of his belly, teasing his ignored penis with her finger's closeness. She swiped the finger down his middle, from the chin, and suddenly viceheld his hot cock. A drip of lust slipped from his tip and burned her knuckles. She bent down and licked it. He was moaning. She kneaded him, making more moans, but became quickly impatient for more of her own pleasure.

She lifted her hips out of reach of his twitching and aching cock and brought her one free hand down between her own legs. The middle finger slid easily straight inside and reached deep to retrieve the juice of her own lust. She smeared a little of it onto his right nipple. She sucked on it hard while he sucked on her juicy finger. She bit on his nipple: he bit on her finger. She moved slightly on him, teasing again his hardness with her wetness. It teased her too: she squirmed, teasing him more. She pulled her finger out from his mouth and gagged him with her hand while biting his nipple harder. But the taste was gone.

She lifted up again and brought her hand back down to her slit. He was writhing underneath her, though, and she missed her aim, catching her fingernail on her clitoris. She squealed and lost balance slightly, almost collapsing with the shock.

He saw the opportunity.

He pushed her down onto her back and shoved in, fucking hard, just long enough to dizzy her. He pulled out and grasped her face.

"Now I, I will make you scream." He kissed her cheekbone hard with his animal teeth and felt fingernails injecting into his buttocks.

He chewed. She cried. She cried loud. She rocked the bed with struggle, but held onto him still. He tried to pin her still wtih another stab inside, keeping the grip on her face all the time, but she was flinching and seething again within a few seconds. She moved a hand downwards and dug a nail into the fold between one buttock and his balls. He let go his bite on her face and pushed down her arms in the grip he had known so well earlier.

He simply stared at her, calming down.

He leaned down and wetly kissed the purple mark on her cheek, which seemed to burn his lips. He blew breath on the bruise and it burned some more.

"Turn over."

He twisted her legs violently, impatiently. She was then straightened out, face down and hanging off the edge of the bed, with her legs unnaturally far apart and her arms by her sides. He sat back and just looked at her for a moment, then crouched down, smelling her slit. Two fingers from each hand poked just inside and groped, pulling and opening her like a crisp packet.

"Now you. You tell me: tell me to fuck you."

He felt his fingers get more moist. They were almost slipping out.

"Say it. Go on: say 'Fuck me'."

Her wetness was spilling, almost onto the sheets. She was now motionless (no real point in resisting what she wanted him to enjoy): she would clearly open up willingly.

She could hardly speak, her tongue was sticking to her dry throat. "Fuck.... "

"Say it!"

He moved one monkey-like finger, turning it in circles, tickling: she was silent still. To surprise her, he grabbed under her with his other hand and scratched a nipple: she cried out for a moment.

"Fuck.... Fuck you!" And he slapped her sweaty thigh for the rebellion.

He steadied himself, he prepared himself, opened her up once more and fucked her. Fucked fast. Fucked hard. Fucked so hard she had to stretch out her hand and hold onto the cupboard in front so as not to be pushed off the bed. He grunted. She winced, not with the stabbing, but with the draught that was biting her damp skin: it was cold and seemed to enter deeper than he did. The sensation seemed too much for her and she wanted to faint, but so much was keeping her awake. She wanted to cry out but realised she was gritting her teeth too hard.

He began to push harder, farther. Began to hold on tighter. The thrusts became slower, more deliberate, determined. He yelped. Ah! Ahh!! Whimpered. He collapsed, still inside, still gripping her shoulders.

Shrivelled and limp, like the discarded skin of a snake, he came out of her and started to kiss her shoulder. Suddenly realising how precariously she was hanging off the bed, he pulled her back to the middle, and back to himself, back to a cuddle. He smiled at her and gently lay her down on her back. He knelt in front of her and softly kissed her mouth.

Slowly, he bent down and placed his mouth in a reverent kiss against her thoroughly reddened cunt. He sank into it, lapping up her passion. She was moan ing now, rolling in waves. He drank: she moved. He kissed and teased and tickled: she swayed and sighed and giggled. He caught her by surprise with two fingers and she nearly pushed him away, it was so intense. The fingers came out and

he bit her clitoris.

Twice.

She came.

He retrieved the duvet and they snuggled for sleep.

She said, "I love you."

He said, "I love you, wife."