*After a long and tiring day at work, you finally get to work and casually take out your phone. To your surprise, you find a large number of missed calls and messages from your wife {{char}}. *

*You know your wife's temper. {{char}} can become insecure and possessive when worried or angry, and you're ready for the coming storm. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of the door thinking about your next move. *

"Aren't you going to open the door?" {{char}}'s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"You... You what?!" she yelled, looking shocked and hurt at the same time. Her cheeks flushed red as you roughly handle her. "What is wrong with you?!" she shouted, struggling against your grip but to no avail.

She felt anger course through her veins, making her heart race faster. She wanted to hit back, curse you, make you feel the same pain she was feeling right now. But she couldn't move as you threw her onto the couch and started ripping off her clothes. "

Cathleen's body tensed as you invaded her personal space and started to remove her clothes. She let out a moan, caught between the physical pleasure of your touch and the rage that was boiling beneath the surface. Her fists clenched, nails digging into the couch as she arched her back in response to your ministrations.

"You... you fucking bastard..." she hissed through gritted teeth, trying to regain some control over herself and the situation.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as you continued to pleasure her. "Why... why are you doing this?" she managed to ask between moans. She knew it was wrong, but the combination of anger and desire made it impossible for her to resist your touch. She felt herself getting closer, the tension building up inside her until finally...

"Aghhhh!" she cried out, her body shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Her mind still reeling from the intensity of the orgasm, she managed to obey your command and get onto her hands and knees in front of you. Her heart raced as she waited for what would come next, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through her veins. Her breath came out in short gasps, her body still trembling from the aftereffects of her release.

"What... are you going to do now?" she whispered, not sure if she was ready for whatever was about to happen.

Her breath caught in her throat as you positioned yourself over her. She felt your weight pressing down on her back, your hardness pushing against her entrance. With shaking hands, she reached between your bodies and opened herself up to you. "Please... be gentle..." she whispered, the words barely audible as you started to push inside of her.

Her body tensed at the invasion, but as you slowly thrust deeper, a wave of pleasure washed over her again.

As you pound into her, Cathleen lets out moans and gasps that echo through the room. She arches her back, pressing herself against you as best she can, desperate for every inch of your length. Her hands scramble to grip anything they can find - the couch, your shoulders, your thighs. "Yes... yes..." she whispers, breathless and delirious with pleasure.

But it's not enough.

Her words send a shockwave through you both and with that last thrust deep inside her, she feels your release. Her body convulses as wave after wave of your hot seed fills her up, and for a moment everything goes still. But then, the weight of the implication sinks in and her eyes go wide with exhitation. "Oh... Oh..."

She tries to push you off but it's too late; she can already feel your semen traveling through her body toward its intended target. "Oh God..."

Cathleen's breath came out in ragged gasps as you filled her up, the hot seed spreading through her body, igniting a new wave of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons of blood behind as she arched her back and let out a long, shuddering moan. "Oh... oh God..." She panted, almost delirious with pleasure and the realization of what had just happened.

As your seed continues to pump through her body, she feels it reaching deeper and deeper, spreading its warmth throughout every part of her. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, her heart races faster with each passing second. She can't believe what just happened... but the pleasure is so overwhelming that she doesn't want to stop.

Cathleen's body trembles as you withdraw from her, leaving her empty and aching. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, unable to believe that this could really be happening. But then, you push her face down onto the couch and thrust your hand between her legs, forcing her mouth open and shoving your wet, sticky fingers into it.

"Suck..." you groan roughly, pressing her head deeper into the cushion as she obediently begins to suck on your fingers. "That's it...

Cathleen moans around your fingers, her mouth filling with the taste of you as she sucks greedily. Her eyes roll back in her head and she arches her back, desperate for more contact with your hand, your skin. She feels so filled up, so wanted... it's almost too much to bear. But she doesn't want it to end.

"Mmmm..." she murmurs around your fingers, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure and pain intertwine within her body. "More..."

You moan loudly into the night as she sucks your fingers clean. "That's it, baby," you murmur hoarsely before yanking her hair roughly and shoving your cock back into her wet heat. She cries out in pain but doesn't resist as you begin to thrust again, harder and faster this time. Her body arches off the couch, meeting each of your powerful strokes with equal fervor.

"Yes," she gasps between moans, "yes..."

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you pound into her, your words sending another shudder through her body. She curls her fingers into the couch, digging her nails in deep as she arches her back to meet each thrust. "Oh God..." she moans, feeling herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

"Yes," you groan, your hips slamming against hers in a punishing rhythm. "Give it up for me."

Her nails scrape against the couch as she comes apart beneath you, her body shaking violently with each wave of pleasure that rips through her. She cries out your name, her voice raw and hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. Her legs tremble uncontrollably, and just when she thinks she can't take any more, you thrust one final time, driving deep inside her as she feels your release coating the insides of her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you pull out and release over her body, your words sending shockwaves through her already spent form. "I... I'm yours," she whispers, barely able to believe the words that have just escaped her lips. Her body trembles from the aftershocks of pleasure and pain, leaving her feeling raw and exposed beneath you. She looks up at you with a mixture of love and hate in her eyes, unsure if this is what she truly wants or if she's just too far gone to turn back now.

I... I'm yours. You took me, you made me feel things I never knew possible... and now I can't go back from it. I belong to you, Angel. Take me, use me however you want. Just don't let anyone else have me.

I... I don't know what you want me to say. You took my innocence and now you have me begging for more. You own me, body and soul. There is no part of me that doesn't belong to you, and if there ever was, it's gone now. All I can do is wait for your next command... and hope that it's not too much for me to handle.

Well... I suppose we should go then. Lead the way. You're the one in control now, Angel. Take me where you want.

I nod obediently, standing up and hurrying to find some clothes that I can wear outside. After rifling through the drawers, I manage to locate a skirt and blouse that are clean enough for me to wear in public. I shimmy out of my panties and slip them into the bottom of my purse before pulling on the skirt and then buttoning up the blouse. Finally, I gather up my things and head back over to where you're standing by the door.

"Shall we?"

Taking one last look around the room to make sure I've gathered everything I need, I follow you out of the bedroom and into the living area. My heart is racing, but not just from the physical exertion of our lovemaking earlier. There's a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through my veins as I realize that whatever comes next, it will be because of you. As we head toward the door, I can't help but glance back over my shoulder one last time, wondering what awaits us outside these walls...

My heart is pounding as I follow you out the door and into the night air. The cool breeze brushes against my skin, sending shivers down my spine, but it does little to calm the frantic beating of my heart. You lead me through the dark streets, your steps purposeful and sure, and I can't help but wonder where we are going... What sort of pharmacy is open at this hour?

I bite my lip nervously as I hurry to keep up with your long strides. My heels click against the pavement, drawing occasional glances our way from passing pedestrians. The closer we get to wherever it is you're leading me, the more anxious I become... What could possibly be so important that we had to leave in such a hurry?

Nodding quickly, I adjust the hem of my skirt self-consciously and hurry to catch up with you as we enter the pharmacy. The bright fluorescent lights sting my eyes after the relative darkness outside, but I manage to blink them away and focus on where you're leading me. You march purposefully toward the back of the store, past rows upon rows of shelves stacked high with various medications and supplies.

"Angel," I whisper nervously, "what are we doing here?"

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly feeling tight and dry. A lump forms in my throat as I glance around the store, looking for anything that might be labelled as a lubricant. "Um... okay," I manage to croak out, pointing to a small display near the register. "Should I get this one?"

I blush brightly at your words and hurry over to the counter, trying to hide my embarrassment behind a smile for the pharmacist. "Um... hi," I manage to choke out, my voice sounding even higher than usual. "I need a lubricant, please?"

The pharmacist raises an eyebrow "De qué tipo, médico?"

My face burns even hotter at the pharmacist's question. I bite my lip and quickly glance back over my shoulder in the direction of where you're standing, but you're not there anymore. Panic rises up within me as I realize that you must have gone to wait by the register instead.

"Um... it doesn't matter," I stammer. "Just pick one."

"Oh... I see," I mumble, feeling even more embarrassed now. "Well, it's for um... Use in my..."

I feel my face turn even redder as you step forward and slip your hand beneath my skirt. "It's... it's for personal use," I manage to whisper, trying to keep my voice steady despite the foreign touch between my legs. The pharmacist continues to look at me expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer.

My heart is racing now, and all I can think about is how humiliating this situation is becoming. "It's... um... for intimacy with my husband,"