Drenched Panties (9 page)

No, he'd knock first.

Maxy laid the brush down with a small grin. Vince wouldn’t dream of invading her privacy. She padded into their master bedroom, opened
her lingerie
drawer and selected a
black thong and bra set.
Her fingers ran over the fine lace, and she frowned upon discovering that she’d grabbed th
e
crotch
less
panties
.
She’d never brought herself to wear them before, for fear of what V
ince might think.

You might as well wear them.

She
sighed to he
rself while dressing in the lingerie
. Vince wasn't going to get anywhere near her tonight
,
so
what did it matter?
She
cinched her robe closed, padded down
stairs
and jumped when she saw him
lying
across their leather couch. His long frame was stretched out and he
appeared to be sleeping.

Maxy
’s
gaze ran hun
grily over his long six foot three inch frame.  He
was a big guy
,
but one
of the gentlest she knew. He
loved working out and he had a body
wome
n
longed to touch
, but he'd always only had eyes for her.
Her
heart twisted in her chest when she thought about him staring at another female the way he used to look at her.

"Vince?"

She walked over to him, appreciating how nice he always looked in his suits. The blue one he wore contrasted nicely against his mahogany skin. Max
y
leaned over him,
breathing in the smell of her favorite cologne on him and fought the urge to bend down and kiss his bald head. 
Her robe fell open and she
glanced away when he didn't stir
to cinch it again
.
She yelped in surprise when
Vince grabbed her wrist
and sat up
.

"Vince!"

She was breathing fast, startled by the dark gleam in his light brown eyes. He had never looked at her like that, not even when she provoked him in
to
a fight.
His gaze swept over her bare breasts and her other hand still holding the belt to her robe.

"Don't both
er with that.”

Maxy gasped as he
roughly stripped the robe from her body.

"What the hell are you doing?"
She asked
,
struggling
to regain her equilibrium as his fingers tightened around her wrist.

"Shut up.
"

“What did you say?”

Maxy’s
eyes widened. She had never heard him say that to her before. He hadn’t raised his voice, but the steely edge in it had translated through to her just the same.

Vince took hold of her chin, lifting it so she could see into his eyes. “Not another word, Maxy.”

She
felt a tremor of disbelief zip
along her spine
.

This was her Vince....
sweet, sensible Vince.

She gave
him a shaky smile, backing up when he rose from the couch to tower over her. His fingers tightened around her wrist as she looked up at him. The hard, lustful look in his eyes was something new, too. He didn’t look sensible. No, he looked like a ravenous predator ready to devour her whole.

Maxy
’s
nipples harden
ed as her gaze swept over him from head to toe
. He looked so handsome and powerful standing there staring at her, silently taking in every inch of her appearance.
She felt shy, even though he
had seen her naked body many times before.
Her heart skipped a beat when he reached for
ward, ripped off her bra and threw it at her feet.

"That's better.”

He ignored her startled gasp and
gave h
er left nipple a hard tug
.

She cried out, more from the shock of his actions than real pain. Her eyes locked with
his
when he gave the other breast the same treatment. 
She bit her lip as the other nipple instantly puckered up.
Vince repeated the action two more times before she began to struggle.

“
Stop it
, Vince
!"

Her breasts throbbed with pain as she tried to wrench away from him
,
bu
t she was no match for his
strength.
To her utter surprise, he started to laugh while proceeding to walk toward t
he five steps leading to their bedroom.

Maxy stumbled, trying to resist moving forward.
"Vince! Stop it!"

He continued to stride ahead, apparently unconcerned with her unwillingness to walk. She
tried to hold her ground, gasping when h
e
half
dragged her across the carpet and pulled her up the four stairs.
Once at the top, h
e bent down, picked her up
and strode into their bedroom where he tossed her onto
their king size bed
like she was
nothing more than
a rag doll.

Winded and stunned, Maxy scrambled to the edge of the bed. Within seconds, Vince pushed her down and flipped her over so she was laying on her belly with her face pressed into their silk sheets.

"This is what
you wanted, Maxy," Vince said, giving
her two hard smacks on her panty-clad bottom.

She
whimpered and wiggled
,
but he had her imprisoned between his powerful legs. She heard him rustling with something behind her
,
and screamed when hard wood connected with her ass cheeks. She turned her head and saw Vince h
olding
her paddle.
He dealt her two more smacks, making her grab
the sheets in an effort to escape
from him
.

"Harder. I know you want it harder."

His voice was cheerful as
Maxy whined into the sheets. H
e
r ass was on fire and still he paddled her wi
th enough force to make her cry,
though
n
ever
to
seriously hurt her.
She was
powerless to stop him.
Her tears did not move him when they usually got
her whatever she wanted, and wiggling only seem to
increase the smacks to her ass. She couldn't believe Vince was doing this to her, but
the reality sunk in each time he connected with her tender
ass
cheeks. She wailed
,
her face wet with tears. She was certain she could take no more when Vince
suddenly stopped.

"Get on your knees."

She glanced over her shoulder to see him
remov
ing
his shirt and tie.

“Now!”

Moving at all took some effort, but Maxy complied.
She knelt before her husband, barely seeing him t
hrough tear-filled eyes
. Resisting his command didn’t seem like an option. She couldn’t complain for months about how she wanted him to be more dominant in the bedroom and then change her mind when he did.
Vince
was right
.
S
he had wanted this
,
but now that it was happening
she didn't know what to think.

Maxy
quietly watched him
strip, wetness soaking her panties when his hard cock was revealed.
She was certain of what he’d want next. This part would be predictable. She would take him in her mouth and gain back
control
,
like she always did.

Vince
walked over to her, grabbed
her chin
and stuck two
finger
s
between her lips. She sucked
and swirled her tongue around
them, showing him what she was going to do with his cock as he watched her.
Maxy felt triumphant when he groaned with pleasure, but it was a short-lived moment. He
removed his finger
s only to ram
his cock into her mouth.
She struggled to take in as much of him as she could before pulling her face back. She
circled her tongue around the head of his penis, savoring his moans as he sunk his fingers in her hair.
The
texture and taste of him
filled
her mouth
, exciting her,
an
d she knew Vince was enjoying her, too
.
She settled into a rhythm that always got him off hard, whimpering when he yanked her hair and pulled her away.

"That's enough, slut. Get on the bed and open your legs."

His gruff command made her wetter.
Maxy couldn't believe this
was her Vince. Shock kept her planted in her spot. She stared at him as he
grabbed the remote to their flat screen and turned it on.
The sound of elicit moans and groans filled the room, and
her eyes widened as they shifted from Vince to the screen showing a w
oman
being anal fucked
.

He
had found her porn!

She gaped at him,
but he was paying her no mind, busy grabbing her velvet black box filled with all of her t
oys out of her closet. He turned his attention back to her, walking
forward
with a disapproving glint in his eyes while his thick cock bobbed
with each step
. Vince tossed her treasure of toys on the bed and pinned her with a look.

"What did I tell you to do?"

He asked the question in
the same quiet, deliberate tone
he normally used.
Maxy squeezed her wet thighs together in nervous anticipation. She got up,
laid
across the bed and spread her
thighs as Vince watched
. Now, he would see her crotch
-
less panties.
She trembled beneath his
dark gaze
,
which lingered on her
heaving chest. Maxy knew he could see the reddened marks on her breasts.
Vince smiled at her, shifting his gaze back
between her legs where she lay open and exposed to him.

"Hmm
.....what do we have here
,
dear?" He ran a finger up and down her soaked pussy, play
ing
with her clit
while
Maxy moaned with pleasure.
“You never wore these for me.”

“But-“

Vince shook his head. “
Shhh
...”

He
covered his finger with her sweet cream, raised his hand and smacked her pussy lips.

"
Ow
!” Maxy cried, instantly trying
to bring her knees together.

"Uh uh...keep them open,” Vince said, tapping her knee with the palm of his hand.

Maxy spread her legs
a little.

“Wider.”

She complied, opening wide for him. She used her hands to help steady her legs as she held his gaze.
"Ple
ase don't do that again, Vince.”

He looked amused. “You are so cute when you beg.”

Maxy took a deep breath, thinking her plea
had
worked until
he
smacked her pussy again.

“Beg some more, baby,” Vince said, smacking her once more.

“Please!”

S
he yelped when his hand connected with her sensitive flesh, but this time he caressed
her pussy lips.
He grinned at her when his fingers found her betraying wetness. She stared up at him as he stroked her slick,
sensitive folds
with unerring gentleness. He alternated between teasing her clit and plunging two fingers into her, making her moan with pleasure. Maxy writhed beneath his touch as Vince finger fucked her. He kept his eyes on her while he played with her, and Maxy felt as if she was seeing her husband for the first time. His fingers hooked and stroked her G-spot, making her arch her back.

She was so
close to
climaxing.