Page 6 of Controlling Her

Kyle could come up with ideas I had never thought of, and he would make me love them, even though most were about our sex life. When we got to our apartment's door, and Kyle glanced and smiled at me, my heart skipped, and my mind raced to the horse.

For no reason, I felt Kyle might want to subject me to sexual torture, different from the denial of that morning. I had tried to forget about it so I wouldn't be horny at work. But with his hand on my buttocks soon after entering the apartment, the thought of the unsatisfied desire returned with a force more potent than the first time.

"Allow me to make dinner, then you can eat me up," I whispered between moans.

“I will eat you up anytime I want, Andrea,” Kyle responded, reminding me that I was his sub and shouldn't question his authority.

“I’m all yours, anytime, Kyle,” I surrendered and allowed Kyle’s fingers to move through the crevices of my bum and to the space above my vulva where I had some strands of pubic hair. He playfully pulled them, and it gave me painful pleasure. I had thought he wanted to finger fuck me, but his fingers stopped, and he withdrew them from under my clothes.

“Go and prepare dinner,” Kyle whispered into my right ear and left me. I stood there confused and beaming with a desire that never got satisfied. I felt miserable that Kyle had turned me on twice that same day and had left me hanging by the thread.

I was still transfixed when Kyle looked back and our eyes met. I saw the satisfaction on his face, and I felt he had deliberately turned me on without fucking me as he used to do. The idea that he could still be punishing me for using Henry to pleasure myself sounded crazy to me.

How would I not resort to Henry when Kyle had refused to have sex with me after turning me on? I felt the warmth and sensitivity of the tissues in the upper cleft of my vagina. That’s where I wanted his penis to scrub, but he had refused. Yet, he didn’t like to see me grumpy.

I had changed into bum shorts and a T-shirt with no bra or panties on and was in the kitchen when Kyle came to see me. He had pretended not to notice me when I changed my clothes in the room. So, I expected another of his antics in the kitchen, maybe a finger-fuck or the real thing on the kitchen counter. I was wrong again.

“Your boss spoke highly of you today. I never knew he was that kind, considering that you always complain about his behavior," Kyle said.

I wasn’t expecting him to talk about my boss again, at least not that night, but now that he did, he might want to return to our earlier discussion.

"I am surprised he did," I responded as I microwaved food.

“Why are you surprised? Haven’t you always put in your best at work?”

“I have, but he has never complimented me for anything. So, praising me to you came as a bit of a surprise to me. But I like it anyway,” I paused, then said, "He seems to like you, or I should say that both of you seem to get along very quickly."

"Yeah! You saw how we talked and laughed, didn't you?”

“I did, and I must confess that I was surprised by his reception,” I said. I was conscious not to cross the line to suggest that he had offered my boss anything to make him grant his requests. I still wanted Kyle’s penis in my vagina, and I wouldn't want to do anything to annoy him.

“I was surprised too,” Kyle said, but when he saw my reaction, he recanted, “You got me on that one. But then I was too persuasive this morning for him not to listen to me and agree to my terms.”

“I don’t want to be tempted to ask about the details as long as I have tomorrow to sleep and be with my husband,” I said.

Kyle smiled but didn’t respond to me. I wanted to ask a follow-up question when the doorbell chimed.

“Let me get the door,” he said and left.

I remembered that he said Garth was visiting for dinner.

“Not again,” I soliloquized and stretched to see who was at the door.

It was him.

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Chapter Four

If there was anything I had wanted that evening, it was to be with my husband, Kyle, alone in bed, playing and laughing, even if he insisted on denying me the pleasure of his cock. A guest at dinnertime – whoever he might be – was a distraction.

Then, the guest was Garth. I had never liked his presence in our home and would not hide my feelings. But I couldn't do much more about it than be disgruntled. Even then, I dared not let Kyle know that I was unhappy with his friend in our home.

I left the kitchen, thinking I would see Garth and Kyle in the living room since it had been about a minute since I heard the door open. But no one was there. I set the table and waited for them to return. I looked out the window and realized they had only briefly gone outside to sort out something with the taxi driver.

When they returned, Kyle re-introduced Garth to me.

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