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She Makes the Rules - Part 11
🕑 Added 2022-01-29 07:40:26 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Hannah stepped into the house with a smile on her face and a bounce in her step. She set her bag on the floor and called out, “Paul?”
“In the living room,” he replied.
Hannah headed towards her husband’s voice. Paul looked up from the couch as she walked into the room and she unzipped her skirt, worked it over her hips, and let it fall to the floor.
“Welcome home,” he said with a smile.
“I got the promotion,” Hannah informed him as she lowered her panties, revealing her pussy and drawing her husband’s gaze between her legs. “I beat out that sniveling little shit and got the promotion. Now I’m his boss and I’m going to make his life a living hell.”
“Wow,” Paul said. “I like this side of you.”
“I know you do,” Hannah replied. “Now stand up, get naked, and get on your knees in front of me.”
Paul stood and hurriedly stripped as Hannah tapped the toe of her high heel on the living room floor. He fumbled with his belt before successfully pulling it off and managed to get out of his pants and underwear in a remarkably short span of time. Hannah smiled at the sight of her husband’s caged cock as he rushed towards her and dropped to his knees.
“You know, in a way, you’re the reason I got promoted,” Hannah said as she reached down and ran her fingers through her husband’s hair.
“I am?” he asked.
She offered a sweet smile and nodded. “You are. Ever since I decided that I’m the one that makes the rules in this house I’ve been far more assertive at work. I’ve been unwilling to be trampled in meetings by bloviating men. I’ve been unwilling to let anyone else take credit for my ideas. I’ve embraced my power and I’ve wielded it against the collection of men that I work with, many of whom are just like you.”
“Like me?” Paul asked.
Hannah grabbed a tight fistful of his hair and pulled Paul’s mouth to her pussy. His tongue went to work immediately and she smiled and moaned as the joy of dominating her husband helped spread arousal through her loins. “They want to submit, Paul. They want a strong woman to put them in their place. They want a strong woman to take the lead, to make the rules. That’s what you want, isn’t it Paul? Aren’t you happier since I started making the rules around here?”
Paul looked up at her and nodded as he continued to massage her clit with his talented tongue. Hannah liked that he showed little interest in taking a break to utter a few words. He knew it was no longer his place to question her desires, that his place was to do as she desired, for she made the rules in their household.
“How long has it been since I last let you out of your cage?” Hannah asked.
“Two weeks,” Paul replied before immediately returning to her pussy.
Hannah smiled at how well-trained Paul was. There was a time when two weeks in the cage would have driven him absolutely mad. It was likely he still felt that kind of madness, of course, but he no longer complained about it and he no longer acted as desperate for a release. Instead, he channeled his energy into making her happy, for he’d come to understand that pleasing his wife was the best way to convince her to unlock him.
“You know, there was a time when I would have wanted to celebrate a promotion like this with a romantic dinner, a nice bottle of wine, and maybe a foot massage. And, if you were particularly romantic it might have felt nice to make love afterwards, particularly with a little bit of a buzz going from the wine,” Hannah explained.
She saw a flicker of hope in Paul’s eyes and she wondered if he was imagining one of those nights. Hannah thought of one – the night of her previous promotion – where Paul had seen fit to skip right over the lovemaking and had used Hannah’s pussy as little more than a masturbation device for his cock. He’d cum and she hadn’t, making it yet another in a long line of disappointments that had ultimately led to their current situation, which is why they wouldn’t be drinking wine and making love that night.
“Tonight’s going to be a little different,” Hannah said. “Follow me to the bedroom.”
She turned and walked towards the bedroom as Paul scrambled to his feet and followed. Hannah stripped out of her blouse and bra and tossed them onto the bed. She kept her heels on, though. She liked being a little bit taller and she knew they made her look sexier and that Paul – particularly in his thoroughly denied state – was easier to control when she looked sexier.
“Get my harness,” Hannah instructed. “And my eight inch cock.”
Paul turned and headed for the closet. Hannah sat on the end of the bed and spread her legs and when Paul returned holding her harness and her favorite dildo he stopped and stared at her slick pussy.
“Get on your knees,” she demanded.
Paul rushed over and dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Do you crave my pussy, Paul?” Hannah asked as she reached down and spread her labia.
Paul stared at the pink, slippery flesh of her cunt and said, “Yes. I crave it desperately. I know…I know I don’t deserve it, but I still crave it. I do.”
“Do you know why you don’t deserve it, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“Because I don’t fuck you as well as Julian does,” he replied.
“Is that the only reason you don’t deserve to fuck my pussy?” she asked.
Paul looked confused, as if he’d completely forgotten his tendency to be overwhelmingly selfish when it came to sex.
“Do you remember the last time I got promoted, Paul?” Hannah asked as she stood, took the harness from him, and stepped into it.
“I…no, actually, I don’t,” he answered.
“I’m not surprised,” Hannah said as she took the dildo and slid it through the opening in the harness. She looked down and admired her perfect cock before wrapping her fingers around it and stroking slowly. “We had a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine. We were both a little buzzed in the best way possible. We came to the bedroom. There was lots of kissing and touching and wonderful foreplay. I went down on you. You went down on me – you didn’t spend very long going down on me, but you did it – and then I welcomed you between my legs. I told you to make love to me. I implored you. And you did, for a little while, at least.”
Hannah grabbed a handful of Paul’s hair and pulled him to his feet. She directed him onto his back in the bed and he did as she desired without putting up a fight.
“It didn’t last very long, though,” Hannah continued as she grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand and crawled between her husband’s legs. She popped the top and coated her cock before sitting back on her knees and stroking slowly while Paul watched. “It couldn’t have been more than a minute before you started your jackhammer routine. You got so caught up in your desire to cum that you completely forgot about me. You used my pussy to masturbate and you didn’t come close to making me cum, Paul.”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Hannah smiled and squirted lube onto her fingers before rubbing them over Paul’s asshole. “I know you are,” she replied. “You’re sorry now. Now that you’re locked in a cock cage. Now that I’m the one that makes the rules. You weren’t sorry then, though. You didn’t even notice that I hadn’t cum that night. You didn’t give a damn.”
Hannah tossed the bottle of lube aside, crawled forward, and pressed the tip of her strapon against Paul’s asshole. She applied pressure and he groaned as her cock slipped past his anal ring and filled his rectum.
“What should I do tonight, Paul?” Hannah asked. “Should I pound your pussy or should I make love to you?”
She leaned forward and kissed him while slowly moving her cock in and out of his ass. Paul moaned into her mouth and Hannah was certain it was a moan of pleasure. He’d been fucked often enough that it probably wasn’t painful anymore, and her toy was long enough to hit his prostate. Hannah probably could make him cum if she took it nice and slow, but she wasn’t sure Paul deserved that. Maybe he deserved to be fucked roughly. Maybe he deserved to be savagely pounded until his asshole was sore. Maybe he deserved to be fucked into a beautiful submissive headspace. Maybe he deserved to learn a lesson.
“Please, make love to me,” Paul said.
Hannah smiled and continued to fuck her husband slowly. She kissed his neck and sucked on his earlobe and then she sat back on her knees and played with his locked up cock while fucking him.
Then Hannah thought about that night again. She thought about how impossibly selfish Paul had been. She thought about how he’d come close to ruining the night for her, how he’d dampened the joy she felt at her promotion because he couldn’t stop himself from being selfish.
Hannah didn’t feel angry – she rarely felt angry anymore – but she did feel as though Paul wasn’t deserving of being made love to. He wasn’t deserving of pleasure. Not on that night. She leaned forward and put her fingers around his neck. She squeezed hard enough that a panicked look crossed his face.
“Tonight is about my pleasure,” she said.
Hannah fucked him hard as she kept her grip on Paul’s throat. It wasn’t tight enough to make him pass out, but it was certainly tight enough to assert her control over him. Paul groaned and she was certain he was feeling a bit of pain as her cock slammed into his asshole over and over.
“Take it for me, Paul,” she said with a harsh edge to her voice. “Take my cock up your ass. Take it up your ass like a good little bitch.”
Hannah released his throat and shoved three fingers in her husband’s mouth. She fucked his face while fucking his ass and she felt like she was riding high on the thrill of dominating him. Paul took it all, too. He laid there like a little bitch and took it for her. He took her fingers in his throat. He took her cock in his ass. He took it all because she made the rules and he no longer had the option of fighting her desires. He simply had to do as she wanted.
Hannah rubbed her spit-covered fingers over her husband’s face and grabbed a handful of his hair. She pulled hard and his neck craned backwards. Hannah sucked on his flesh, leaving an impressive red mark behind that would almost certainly remain the next day.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” she said. “You’re such a dirty little slut for me.”
Hannah used her husband like a sex toy, just like he’d used her that night. She got off on it, too. She felt the end of the strapon rubbing against her clit and sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. It wasn’t just the stimulation that got her off, though. It was the domination. It was the sense of power coursing through her. It was exquisite in every way and Hannah could feel an orgasm building in her loins.
“Take my cock you filthy whore,” Hannah growled. “Take it up your whore ass.”
She felt Paul trembling beneath her. She saw the look on his face. He was getting off on it too. She’d pushed him past any discomfort and into a place of pleasure. He was exactly what she’d turned him into. He was a whore that got off on being used.
Hannah came hard. She buried her cock in his ass and she unleashed a primal scream before collapsing on top of Paul while her toes curled. Best of all, Paul hadn’t cum.
Hannah pulled out and rolled onto her back. She stared at the ceiling and smiled as the pleasure of a particularly intense orgasm continued to reverberate through her body.
“Congratulations on your promotion,” Paul said.
Hannah burst into laughter and looked at her husband. He had a smile on his face and she opened her arms and urged him to cuddle up next to her. He did and they shared a kiss before Hannah reached down to tease his locked, precum-coated cock.
“Thank you,” she replied. “And thank you for taking my cock like a good boy. I came so hard.”
“I know,” Paul said.
“My night is far from over, though,” Hannah added. “I invited Julian over to celebrate. He’s bringing a bottle of champagne. You’re going to serve it to us. We’re going drink champagne, fool around, and spend the night having great sex. You’re going to watch all of it. You’re going to see the kind of night you could have had if you were half the man Julian is.”
A pained look crossed Paul’s face and Hannah couldn’t help but smile. She knew it was a little bit sadistic to find pleasure in her husband’s misery, but Hannah did find it pleasurable. Paul was wonderful in many ways, but he wasn’t the kind of man who could fuck her to a toe-curling orgasm. She could fuck him and experience one of those and Julian could fuck her and help her experience one of those, but Paul couldn’t. He just wasn’t everything Hannah needed in a man, so she’d turned him into the best version of himself by changing the rules of their marriage.
The doorbell rang and Hannah said, “That’ll be Julian. Let him in. Pop the champagne. Pour two glasses. I’m going to change into something sexy and I’ll join you.”
Paul rolled out of bed to do as Hannah had requested. She watched him go with a smile on her face and then headed for the closet to change into a black lace bodysuit and a lovely silk robe with the most beautiful lace trim that she’d bought just a week ago.
“Paul, darling, bring us the champagne,” Hannah said as she entered the living room and struck a pose for Julian.
“Wow,” was all he could say as his eyes roamed over her body.
Hannah loosened the silk strip that held her robe shut and let it fall open to reveal the naughty bodysuit beneath. She saw hunger in Julian’s eyes and she felt her pussy tingle with an entirely different kind of desire than the one she’d just extinguished by fucking her husband. This desire was for a real man to take her, to fuck her, to satisfy her animalistic need to be penetrated by someone strong.
Hannah joined her lover on the couch and they kissed as his hands moved over her lace-clad torso. Julian’s touch deepened her simmering desire and she let her fingers wander over his crotch to confirm his erection. Hannah stroked it a little through his jeans before Paul showed up with the champagne.
“A toast,” Julian said as he picked up both glasses and handed one to Hannah. “To Hannah for securing a promotion that she so richly deserved.”
She smiled and they drank the exceptionally good champagne as Paul sank to his knees on the other side of the coffee table and watched silently.
“Was anyone upset that they’re now working for a woman?” Julian asked as he ran his fingers over Hannah’s thigh.
“I could see the disappointment on a few faces,” Hannah said. “There’s always a few assholes in every office. It can’t be helped. The guys I beat out for the promotion – one in particular – were particularly annoyed, but they’ll have to get over it or they’ll get fired.”
Julian glanced at Paul before saying, “You don’t want to just put them in chastity, fuck them with your strapon, and make them submit to your rules?”
“If that was an acceptable management technique I’d certainly give it a try,” Hannah said as she turned to Paul. “It worked on you, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” Paul said with a smile that seemed genuine.
“Are you looking forward to watching Julian fuck me, Paul?” Hannah asked.
Paul nodded, though he looked away as if he was embarrassed to admit his desire.
“There’s no shame in that,” Hannah said. “Julian’s a superior lover. Far superior, in fact, and there’s no shame in embracing that and admitting that you find it thrilling to watch your wife have a great orgasm with someone else’s cock inside her.”
“I agree,” Julian added. “You are what you are, Paul. Why not enjoy it?”
“It’s more arousing when you’ve been caged for a long time, isn’t it?” Hannah asked.
“It is,” Paul agreed.
Hannah sipped her champagne and smiled. “I like that. It’s as if the increased levels of desire wash away any shame you might feel and lead to a purer version of you where you’re able to admit that you’re a cuckold through and through. You’re the kind of man that wants to see someone else’s cock in your wife’s pussy. You’re the kind of man that wants to be denied your wife’s pussy because she prefers another man’s cock. You’re the kind of man that wants to see another man cum in your wife’s pussy. Aren’t you, Paul?”
“Yes,” Paul said.
“Are you turned on right now, Paul?” Hannah asked.
“Yes, I am,” he admitted.
Hannah finished her champagne and said, “Pour me another glass.”
Paul hopped to his feet and took her glass along with Julian’s before retreating to the kitchen. Hannah leaned over and kissed Julian again. Her fingers moved to the back of his neck and she played with his hair as their tongues danced in the most erotic way imaginable.
“You were the first person I thought about after I got the promotion,” she said. “You and your cock, I suppose. You have no idea how badly I wanted to get fucked to celebrate.”
“Paul’s not the only one who’s changed since you started making the rules, is he?” Julian asked.
Hannah laughed softly. “He really isn’t. I didn’t know I was capable of so much change. I didn’t know I wanted it. I definitely didn’t know what I was missing. Now I do though, and I’m never going back.”
Paul returned with their champagne and Hannah spread her legs and pointed to the floor at her feet. Paul fell to his knees and she reached down, unsnapped her bodysuit, and reached out to guide his head between her legs.
“Worship me,” she said.
Paul did so without hesitation and Hannah raised her glass and took a long sip as Julian did the same.
“Will you spend the night, Julian?” she asked.
He smiled and nodded. “Of course I will. You make the rules, after all.”
Hannah laughed and looked down to see her husband staring up at her as he worshiped her pussy. “I do make the rules, don’t I Paul?”
“Yes, you do,” he answered. “And it makes me happy to follow them, even if it hurts sometimes.”
Hannah smiled, reached down and caressed his face before Paul returned to eating her pussy. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment as her husband prepared her to be fucked by a better man. Hannah was as happy as she’d ever been, and it was entirely because she made the rules. She couldn’t help but wonder if it could get even better.
