The Beginning _(7)

I looked down when my phone rang and was so surprised to see your number. I was also a little worried. You don’t call me from your house. I was very hesitant to answer as I didn’t know who was going to be on the other end. I answered and was so excited to hear your voice. You were really upset. I could hear it in your tone. You told me you needed me and for me to get my ass to your house now. You didn’t bother with directions since you knew I already knew how to get there. It took me a little while but I flew because I could still hear the anger in your voice, although, thankfully, it wasn’t at me. I pulled in your driveway and I could see you at the door watching for me. I got out of the car and almost to the door when you opened it and asked if I have my sex bag. I answered promptly that I did. I wasn’t trying to add fuel to the obvious fire already burning inside you.
“Get it and get your ass in the bathroom. When you come out, you better look like my Whore!” I try to squeeze past you but you grab me by the hair and jerk me back and force my face to meet your eyes. “Do you understand me Bitch?” Your tone actually frightens me. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not going to be the one to make it worse. I answer you, “yes Daddy. I understand you and I will obey you.” I go in the bathroom once you release my hair and point me in the direction. As I’m closing the door, I hear you again. “Finally someone who understands I am the Master and my word is law. Not to be questioned or defied. Why won’t you get that?”
I come out with just my leash, collar, and stilettos on. With the mood you’re in, I figure less is best. You call me back in your bedroom. I come in only to come to a dead stop. There in the corner you have your wife tied up and gagged in the floor, absolute fear in her eyes. As shocked as I am, I can’t help but feel good about it, finding an almost sick pleasure in it. Not to mention the turn on factor. My pussy is already wet as you’ll soon discover. It’s about time she learns her place with you. She hasn’t given you the respect you deserve since I’ve known you. You turn and face me when I walk in and let me know that I was right about the other girls. One of them had apparently gotten information to your wife about you playing the field and that you have several players on that field. She was packing her shit to go when you lost it cause after 30 years; she couldn’t give you 30 minutes to talk to her. I look down because this was not something I ever wanted to be right about. The look in your eyes is so painful, I want to cry but don’t because I know better. Your eyes meet mine and you order me onto my knees. I do so without hesitation.
“Suck my cock whore! Suck it and swallow it! Show my wife the way a woman who truly loves her man sucks his cock for him!” You growled this command but you were smiling ever so slightly at me when you finished giving it to me. I almost busted your zipper tearing into your cock. I had my mouth on it before the air could reach it. I held it in my mouth sucking it with quick short strokes but getting longer and taking you deeper with every couple strokes. In no time, I was taking you all the way to your balls and they were nestled under my chin. I even stuck my tongue out and wrapped it around your balls. Your hand was holding me firmly in place, not that you needed to, but it was fine. It was a show and I was all in with you. I felt your other hand find its place at the back of my head and I knew what was getting ready to happen. I relaxed my mouth and throat while bracing the rest of my body. You started fucking my face just as if it was a pussy, pulling it out to where just the tip was hovering at the opening of my mouth, waiting about 2 seconds and then driving it hard and full of force all the way back down into my throat.