AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some kink and power play in this one. I see Neil as the aggressive type, sexually. I know he's actually gentle deep down but I can't shake the image from my head. As always, thanks for reading :) Reviews are encouraged!
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"What's the safe word?"
Neil had her long blonde hair clenched in his hand, Rio's body pressed against the wall. With her chest and cheek firmly stuck against the solid surface, she could just barely gasp an answer.
"E-Enough."
Rio was working the crop fields under the scorching summer sun earlier on that day. Covered in sweat and dirt, her cut-off jeans were dusty with sun dried mud. Her hair was an oily mess. She had been completely unaware of Neil watching her work through the dining room window, but wasn't surprised when she discovered he had been.
She finished her work in the fields becoming absolutely filthy, leaving her tools in the shed to call it a day. Entering her home, she anticipated a shower. Not an ambush by her scarlet-eyed husband. Startled out of her wits, she screamed and Neil grabbed her, pressing her against the wall where she was now.
"Y-You startled me, today..." she confessed as Neil loosened his grip on her. "I didn't know you were-"
"Go take a shower. Make it quick." He dismissed her.
Rio turned to obey, but halted as Neil spoke again.
"Don't make me wait." he warned. "I mean it."
Neil took a seat on the bed, kicking his shoes off. Tossing his trench coat on to the dresser, leaving him in a pair of rough denim jeans and a black wife beater, he stretched and cracked his neck.
Rio slipped in to the bathroom wrestling the filthy work clothes off of herself. She turned the shower on urgently and rushed in before the water even warmed up, knowing she had about two and a half minutes to freshen up before Neil's voice boomed impatiently through the walls. This sadistic game of his never ceased to panic her senseless.
Still, she couldn't deny that she liked it.
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi. 5 Mississippi...
Rio counted in her head as she anxiously shampooed her hair, using the excess suds to wash her ears and neck. Reaching, she struggled to wash her shoulder blades. Her hands were a chaotic frenzy as they soaped up her breasts and stomach, washing away sweat and dirt that clung to her.
Hastily, she ran conditioner through her long hair and impatiently watched as the fragrant cream rinsed from her hair down the drain, eating up precious time. Heart pounding, she began to panic, restarting.
"I have time, I just need to wash from the waist down..." Rio thought to herself, continuing to count as she ran her soapy hands between her soft cheeks and intimate lips.
Soap was slathered on her muddy legs and she scrubbed until the stubborn earthy substance washed off her skin. Rio slammed the faucet off and threw open the shower curtain, reaching for her towel. She sloppily towel dried her hair before running the towel over her body trying to dry off to the best of her ability.
Knocking over various objects on the sink, she quickly brushed her teeth, then dropped the toothbrush in to the holder. Fumbling on the floor for her fallen deodorant, she applied it liberally, swearing she could hear Neil tapping his foot in the next room.
Raking her fingers through her damp hair she was done. Pulling the towel around herself she practically ran back to her bedroom. Her husband was sitting in the exact same spot. She looked at him, suddenly feeling very small as his stern eyes burned holes in to her. She subconsciously pulled the towel around herself tighter and the slight movement was caught by Neil's hawk-like eyes.
"Drop it." he ordered. "Now. You won't need it, anyways."
Rio obeyed and let the material fall to the floor. Neil took in her freshly washed skin and licked his lips subtly. Seeing his wife work so hard outside always riled him up... but watching as she scrambled to follow orders was far more satisfying.
She stood before, him with her hands behind her back. Chin pointed down, she peeked up with just her blue eyes. Obediently, she awaited orders.
"Come here, Sweetheart." Neil cooed coyly, sitting up straight patting his lap invitingly.
Rio moved quickly, straddling his lap with her legs splayed open. Wrapping her sun-kissed arms around his neck, she made herself comfortable. Neil's rough fingertip ran down the side of her waist, causing Rio to take a deep breath in at the ticklish sensation.
"You smell nice and clean." He praised her, catching a waft of his wife's fragment soap. "Good girl."
Leisurely squeezing her hips, he leaned over, pressing his mouth to hers lovingly. Rio parted her lips for him, welcoming as her husband's tongue began to probe hers. She trembled with anticipation, squirming as a calloused finger traced up her back to the nape of her neck.
"Baby, I love you... but playtime is over." Neil secured his fingers in her hair. "It's time to get serious."
Lips faintly wet from kissing, Neil rested them at his wife's throat, pecking her pulse.
"You ready?"
Rio nodded silently, shivering as the fingers in her hair tightened.
"Good."
Neil pushed her backwards on to the bed. Standing, he peeled the black wife beater off his body, exposing his taut stomach. Rio's eyes trailed up from it, passing the silver ring that adorned his left nipple. A large black tribal vine ran down his shoulder tapering in to his pectoral and upper bicep.
Rio kneeled up on the bed, reaching for the button to his jeans. Neil smirked at her unbashful eagerness and allowed her to relieve him of his pants. His erection strained against the confines of his boxers and he groaned as Rio pushed them down, taking his cock in to her hot mouth.
Her spine dipped as she arched for him, Rio looking up at him. She maintained eye contact, bobbing her head back and forth knowing that was exactly what he wanted. Neil held her head with both hands from his standing position by the bed and used the leverage to fuck her mouth how he pleased.
"Open wide." was the only warning he gave her before plunging his hips forward, firmly.
Hitting the back of her throat, Rio gagged. Her chest lurched but it only spurred her on further. Determined, she willingly layered her mouth over his intimate flesh, this time gagging herself. That was a first for her.
"R-Rio-No funny business." He chided her, pulling away and growling out his next words. "Play risky games, you may not like the prize..."
He nearly came at the thought of her struggling to fit his thickness down her throat. That was way too close. Taking Rio by the delicate neck, he squeezed just hard enough to snatch her attention. Forcing Rio to crane her face up and look at him, Neil narrowed his sharp, crimson eyes at her.
"Who's in charge, here?"
"Y-You are-"
Bringing his fingers between her legs, he touched the soft flesh at the apex of her thighs.
"What was that?"
"You...Y-You're in charge." Rio repeated herself, pulse quickening in excitement as she anticipated Neil to creep his fingers closer.
Swiftly, Neil used the grip he had on her neck to drag her torso down to the mattress.
"Don't you forget it, either."
Propping her ass up, Neil gave her modest bottom three consecutive smacks, each harder than the last. Rio took the strikes well, used to her husband's open palm. Disappointed at her lack of reaction, Neil's eyes then darted to the floor, spotting something of interest. There amongst his shed clothing was his belt.
Ordering Rio to keep her head down, Neil bent to pick his belt up off of the floor. He folded it and snapped the leather, Rio's ears set on high alert.
"What was that?"
"Don't move a muscle." Neil warned, sternly.
Neil appraised the unblemished, pale skin of his wife's backside. The supple flesh just begging for a bit of color. Rio waited nervously, not knowing what was going on behind her.
"N-Neil?"
Smack!
"!"
The sharp crack of a belt licked her upper thigh and it surprised her to the point she couldn't even articulate sound. Neil ran the leather over the small welt, savoring the flush pink that spread across the milky skin before him.
"I've wanted to do that for the longest time..." Neil tssked, thoughtfully before swinging his arm back to strike her again,
The leather hit the swell of her ass, Rio's voice calling out upon contact. This time, a choked squeak made its way past her lips. Her first impulse was to pull her body away. Yet, to her husband's approval, she didn't. She didn't say anything, either. Neil dropped the belt to the floor, resting his hand on her sore flesh.
"Is there something you'd like to say?" he insinuated, waiting for her to signal the safe word.
Rio shook her head, remaining in position. She propped her ass up higher, offering herself to him.
"N-No, Sir." her voice trembled, the sensitive skin of her backside still lit a blaze from Neil's whipping arm. "Do as you please. I won't s-stop you."
Neil chastely kissed the swollen welts he'd inflicted upon her, grazing his fingers south.
"I think you'll like this more, anyways..."
His fingers slipped inside Rio's slippery entrance. She reached for fistfuls of sheets, the fabric bunching in her grasp. The fingers within her curled, massaging her expertly and with confidence. Rio melted at the touch, whimpering as she wiggled her hips back for more.
Neil swatted her sore ass with an open palm.
"A-Ah!"
"Be good. You'll take what I give, and I don't want to hear any complaints."
Despite the pain, she was immensely aroused.
"Of course,...I-I'd never complain."
Urging her to stay still, Neil continued playing with Rio's aching pussy. Her silky, inner walls fluttered around his fingers, Rio unknowingly inviting him in without the words having to be uttered. He pulled his fingers out to tease her clitoris, circling the sensitive bead just enough to feel those succulent, milky thighs shake.
"M-More..." Rio pleaded weakly, under her breath. "Neil, Please..."
Instead of caving to her demands, Neil watched as she squirmed.
"What did I tell you about complaining?"
Normally eager to please and obedient, Rio's frustrated whine was out of character. Not unwelcome, however.
"I'm not complaining. I just-"
"You just can't help yourself." he pressed her, huskily to which Rio nodded quickly.
Neil ordered her to get on her back. Turning over, she allowed him to spread her knees, placing her on open display. Not shy, Neil took it all in, stare lingering on the flesh he'd played with moments before. Kneeling by her heals he placed her hand on the apex of her own thighs, clearly signaling to what he wanted her to do.
"You want more? Then, go ahead." he instructed her.
Rio obediently brought her fingers to the space between her thighs and sought out her sensitive pearl, massaging it as Neil watched her. Stroking himself idly as he watched, Neil slowly began to lose his patience. He loved watching Rio play with herself but he was going to burst.
"Now I can't help myself." Neil relented, aggravated as his patience unceremoniously evaporated. "You're fucking asking for it."
Wrenching her hand away Neil climbed on top of her and penetrated her with one deep thrust.
"O-Oh! ...O-Oh, Neil..." Rio's spine arched up off the sheets, face contorting erotically with the impalement. "That's so tight."
Her walls tightened on his shaft from the sudden intrusion and Neil would've lost his seed had he not braced himself. The sound that ripped from Rio's lips could've put an end to everything right then and there.
"It is, isn't it?" he taunted her, just barely able to force the words out smoothly.
As he pounded relentlessly in to her, Rio's nails clawed at his back. On the receiving end of Neil's attention since the moment she stepped inside her home. It didn't take much to guide her towards the threshold. She neared the edge, pleading for release.
"Neil, I'm so close! I'm so close-" She wailed, head thrown back, muscles clenched tight as she focused. "Oh! Right there!"
Lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders, Neil fucked her deeply. The beautiful blonde's body crumbled under his, completely under his control. Moving erratically against her, Neil gave her what she pleaded for.
Perhaps he was in control...but as Neil's orgasm ripped through him powerfully, he was left with the reality that Rio was truly the one with power.
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