With Fear

WITH FEAR

" K eep runnin' that slutty little mouth of yours, I dare you!" My throat burns as I hurl the words across the room.

Her nostrils flare, mascara streams down her cheeks, and her hair is a tangled jumble on top of her head from where I dragged her into the house. Smirking, her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, fingertips skating over the top of the couch.

I roll a fist into my palm, cracking my knuckles. "If you're gonna fuckin' run," I hiss, leaning over the back of the couch, across the room from her, "do it already."

She bolts, the sound of her bare feet smacking the travertine making me hard. Harder , actually, because I've been a fuckin' stone for the last hour.

Since I brought her here in my trunk.

She screamed the entire fucking drive here—her trapped and garbled cries radiating through the back seat was otherworldly levels of hot.

We were meeting our real estate agent on Sammy's day off, looking to buy a bigger place. Except, I called the agent, and rerouted Sammy to this place, completely empty and private for us.

Sammy doesn't know that, though.

I catch up with her at the end of the hall, fisting her hair as I shove her down into the mattress. While getting my cuffs off my belt, I keep my focus on where my knee presses into her ass.

Beneath me, she flails, her silk blouse darkened with sweat. Cuffing her, I push her into the mattress as I hike up her skirt, the smooth globes of her tanned ass eliciting a groan from my chest. I slap her ass once, making her scream. I like that scream.

Another spank. Then another. And five minutes later, she's breathless and full of despair, begging for me to stop, whimpering, "Please."

Perfect.

Tugging aside her thong, I expose her glistening cunt, hairless, smooth, and swollen. "You want me to believe you aren't a whore, hmm?" I slide two fingers deep inside of her, curling them, making her moan. "Because you feel like a horny slut. Like a whore who wants to be fucked by the man who drags her around like trash," I growl, bending over, pressing my t-shirt-laden chest to her back, bringing my mouth to her earlobe. "You like being my whore, don't you?" I steal my hand away.

Sammy's legs shake as I wrap my hand around her throat to stand her up. Her satin blouse is marked with sweat as I tear it open, buttons skittering everywhere. Using my boot, I stomp her panties and skirt down, and kick her ankle until she steps out. With her blouse hanging at her back from her cuffed wrists, I spin her to face me.

Her bottom lip trembles as she stares down at my black boots. My eyes veer to the smear of mascara across the white mattress, and my cock throbs.

"Look at me, whore," I command as I slap her cheek. Dark hair sticks to her damp skin and swollen lips as she turns her head, blinking at me through shock and tears.

"I'm gonna fuck your greedy cunt and leave you wondering if the bad man put a baby in your whore belly." I step closer, lifting her by the neck so that only her toes rest on the ground. "But before that, you're gonna help me. See, I've been in this uniform all day and my nuts are sweaty, and I need you to clean them up real good."

"No, no, no," she chants, shaking her head. I love when she pretends like she doesn't love my sweaty balls. She totally does.

"Yes, yes, yes," I reply, gravel and rasp, my other hand already working my belt. "Unless you wanna go back in the trunk? Hmm?" I release her throat and slap her across the face, hard, hard enough that a small trickle of crimson stains her chin below her lip. The end of her tongue darts out, collecting the blood, and my eyes go to hers, searching for a sign that I've gone too far.

But when her lids flutter and her nipples pucker, I know she's into it. Hardcore.

Damn, that's hot.

"Get on your fucking knees, wife," I tell her, releasing her to use both of my hands. With my pants shoved below my hips, I shrug out of my uniform top, yanking my white t-shirt off over my head. Sammy's body glistens with sweat as her dark eyes rake over my bare chest, along the dark ink on my heart where my favorite names rest. And when she sets her sights on my cock, her eyelids grow heavy, and she swallows.

"You want this bad cop cock, don't you, slut?" I laugh, slapping her again across the face before grabbing her by the back of her head, my fist full of her silky hair. Wrapping my other fist around my cock, I stroke until a thread of precum drips from my hungry slit, then step over Sammy's face.

Shaking it off, I use my cockhead to smear my precum all over her face. "Every time I climbed out of the cruiser and summer hit me, my big cock and heavy balls got sweaty. All day I carried around all of this for you, and now it's time you taste my hard work. You're gonna clean up these big balls," I promise her, bending down to press my lips to hers. I love the salty flavor of myself on her lips. "Now," I add, smirking before sending my palm across both of her bare tits, making her cry out.

"Ow!" she screams. Jacking myself over her, I leave a little more precum on her body before grabbing her hairline, forcing her head back. I drop my balls on her face. "Suck, whore," I growl, watching my sack slide into her mouth.

Pressure rattles at the base of my spine, but I fight it as I slap her cheek, jostling my nuts, both in her mouth. I slap her again, making her choke on a cry as she struggles to suck my nuts. Still pumping my erection, precum drips over her cheeks and nose.

I've seen Sammy all the ways there are to see her.

In a white dress. In blue scrubs. In gym clothes. Completely naked. With her head in the toilet. With C2 attached to her tit for hours on end. With tears in her eyes. With her mouth open and drool pooling on her pillow.

On her knees with her free will taken away is definitely the hottest.

Hands fucking down.

"C'mon, suck 'em good," I groan, precum spilling from me each time Sammy moans around my balls. "Get all that sweat off them."

Her cuffs clink as she struggles with her arms behind her back. Crouching down, I bring my hand to her pussy and give it a hearty slap. She buckles, falling into me, and if I wouldn't have been here, she would've smashed her head into the tile floor.

"You're such a horny slut that you almost hurt yourself," I say, slapping her wet cunt again as she shivers against me. "You think I'm gonna let this pussy get what she wants?" I slap her, her thighs trembling as she shakes her head against my shoulder. "This is my pussy to use. My hole to abuse. And if you come, we're gonna have a fucking problem."

"Please," she breathes as I get us to our feet and walk out of the bedroom. I look down at the vein full of life in my erection, the red hue in my cockhead, the way my crown shines. I grab her head and force her back to her knees in the center of the living room.

"Look at what you're doing to me. Only sloppy whores make me a hard, painful mess." I shove my cock in her mouth, loving the gentle graze of her teeth as I fill her throat. "You don't want to put me in pain, do you?"

She shakes her head with her mouth full, and I pull out, loving the stream of spit and precum that threads down her chin and tits. "You're gonna make me come, slut," I tell her, walking past her to my black bag resting on the couch. Inside, I retrieve a small wooden box. Flicking it open, I find her eyes, eager, trying like hell to see through the wooden lid. I collect the contents of the box with a clink, then drop to my knees right in front of her.

Holding them up, I show her the marble Baoding balls. With wide eyes, she watches as I reach between her legs, pressing one to her hungry pussy. A single swift push and she's groaning, fighting the urge to topple over as her body accepts the first ball. "One more." I grin, shoving the second one in. They clink together, the noise dampened by her body, sending need searing down my spine.

Grabbing her face tightly, I stare into her eyes. Taking my tape from my hip, I pull off a piece. Carefully, I put it over her mouth, then say, "No one will be able to hear you now."

I move to the end of the hall and fold my arms over my chest, my heavy erection bobbing from my groin. I've been planning this for a week, and at every fucking stop I did today, I was half hard knowing this was coming.

"Walk to me on your knees," I tell her, the sight of her naked body coated in spit and precum making me feral. Seeing her blouse dragging behind her, a symptom of our urgency, a sign of our kinkiness, it almost makes me come.

Almost.

She moves one knee in front of the other, her body swaying as she focuses on moving without falling since she's got no way to protect herself. Suddenly she stops, dropping her chin to her chest as she moans through the tape.

"Don't you fucking dare!" I scream, the whole room rattling from the boom of my command. My cock weeps from the reverberation of power. "Do not come, you greedy little fuck bag, do not fucking come!"

A moment passes and she lifts her head, more mascara fresh on her cheeks, her knees bright red from the assault of grout and tile. "Hurry up!" I scream, my cock pulsing to be inside of her, to feel the already wet, tight heaven of her cunt swallow me up with those marble balls fighting me for space. "Get the fuck over here!"

A few more paces and she's pausing again, moaning as her head swings, long hair curtaining her face and tits. "Samantha," I hiss, " don't you fucking dare ."

Her thighs tremble and her nostrils flare, her mouth struggling to open from behind the tape. But she soldiers on, making her way to me without another break. On her knees before me, I stare down at my messy wife with blood on her chin and precum on her tits and face. To think there was a time when I rejected this role-play, when I let my fears get a hold of me.

I am the dumb one in the group.

Quickly, I lift her up, carrying her easily until her ass is on the kitchen countertop. Aligning my needy cock at her hole, I drag my thumb over her blooming clit a few times, making her core wobble as she moans.

My eyes hold hers. "You're gonna be so full that it hurts," I whisper, thrusting a few inches inside. She sucks in a breath through her nose, her shoulders swaying as I give her another few. "You can take it, though, can't you? Real whores can fit anything they want in their fuck boxes, can't they?"

One more thrust and my cock is fully seated in Sammy, the weight and pressure of the marble balls sliding against my shaft driving me insane. They're warm and with each thrust of my hips, her pussy tightens, and the balls move.

" Fuuuck ," I groan, immediate fullness and extreme tightness threatening to make me come in less than a minute. "Here's what's gonna happen," I groan, clenching my stomach to divert pressure from my groin.

"You're gonna give those balls back to me, and I'm gonna dump my load deep, then I'm gonna put them back in. And you're gonna hold all of it inside you while we tour this house. And the moment we're done, you're going to give me those balls back nice and fucking clean, got it?" Imagining her asking about appliances and schools in the neighborhood with those balls in her cunt? Goddamn.

Her eyes widen and she nods, spreading her legs wider on the counter.

"Push," I tell her, and both of our gazes drop, where a marble ball rolls out of her, coated in arousal.

"Again," I command, and the other ball is out and my cock is immediately deep inside. She's wet and warm, and when I yank her head back and bite into her neck, she is so hot I have to stop moving.

"Look at you," I hiss in her earlobe. "Trying to get me to come," I tease, releasing her hair to find her throat. I grab and squeeze, tears springing to her eyes from the strain of my grip.

My hips roll, our sweaty skin slaps, her cunt strangles all eight inches I give her, and then I'm coming, pouring myself into her in long, thick bursts, crushing my mouth to her taped one.

"Take every drop," I groan, moving my mouth to her breast, my cock still twitching inside of her. Sucking her nipple, I thrust a few more times as my body shudders from the intensity of my orgasm. "Now you can come," I say, allowing her to chase me. Her body gives in immediately, milking and squeezing me as she writhes on the counter, spine arched, head back.

Timing is perfect as she comes from her orgasm, a car door slamming closed outside. Sammy's eyes go wide as her body forces my cock out, along with a stream of cum. Snatching up the balls, I push them back inside of her, my cock twitching at the way her eyes widen with each. Carefully, I take off the tape.

" Ohmygod, the realtor is here, holy shit. I need my clothes." Her head nearly does a full spin as she surveys the house. "Take off my cuffs. Wait— How did you get in the house?"

I find the lock on the cuff from memory, and free her.

"Van broke in for us." I look around the very large home we're currently inside of. "Baby, we can't afford this place. Anyway, It's a drug house. Property of Willowdale PD as of yesterday."

Her eyes are wide and full of horror as a fist comes down on the door. "That's Van. He's the lookout. Auctioneer is on the way."

She hops off the counter, stopping a second to grip the edge as her eyes shut. I smack her naked ass. "Those balls feel good as fuck, right?"

"Mally!" she hisses, a moan vibrating through her anger. "Oh my god! This is— police property ?"

I nod. "Most definitely. We are meeting the realtor for real in an hour." I grab my bag and produce another fancy blouse, one I swiped from her closet earlier today. "And I brought you clothes."

Sammy blinks down at the clean folded blouse I've set in her hand, and her eyes water. "Christian, you got a house for us to see, you managed to surprise me with role-play and you brought me fresh clothes?"

She brings her hand to her stomach, tears making her eyes shine.

Pregnancy hormones. One minute she's screaming for the dick and another she's teary because I brought her a shirt, knowing I was gonna get cum on her clothes. It's fuck hot, though, knowing our baby is inside her, making her feel all sorts of crazy. I love it.

I loved it the first time, too.

"I did, but we gotta dip because the other tour is at seven, and it's a quarter till." I help her step into her skirt and panties, carefully, though, because pregnant or not, those Baoding balls are staying in.

I cannot wait for her to lick them clean in front of me when I jerk off later.

I hand her a makeup wipe from my bag, another husband thing I thought of this morning.

"What's the place like?"

"Near Bran's," I respond, knowing she'll love that so that the kids can play with Bran and Elsie's kids. "And enough rooms for C2 and baby Sam."

Sammy gave birth to our son, Christian, last year. On his first birthday, we found out we were expecting again.

I had the best chest pump at Paradise the day I found out I put a baby in Sam. But the day I found out we were having another? Insane pump. Bench press PR, total insanity. And when I found out it was a girl?

Well, we just found out yesterday. This is the kinky way I chose for us to celebrate. Somehow I'm living the dream life with my best friend as my wife, our awesome son C2, who is totally my mini-me, and now our precious and likely sassy baby girl. Sammy says I can't call her S2.

We'll see.

Outside, Van honks. I loop my arm through Sammy's. "Wanna ride up front this time?" I wiggle my brows. She loves when I yank her on a fake traffic stop and toss her in the trunk.

"Actually." She grins, sly and sexy. "I'll ride with Van. You can think about those balls inside me the whole time."

And for the hundredth time in my life, Samantha Miller gives me blue balls.