The kitchen was filled with steam and the smell of freshly cooked pasta hung in the air. You had just finished the rigatoni and now poured them into the pan with your tomato sauce, adding a bit off cheese aswell, as your phone lit up with a message.
Your new coworker had shot you a text asking if you already had a plus one for the upcoming work event. It was the 15th anniversary of your tech company and everyone was allowed to bring someone for the dinner and after party.
Of course you were already planning on bringing your wife, Natasha, but before you could send her a reply to tell her exactly that, Natasha had peeked over your shoulder and saw the text. “Who the fuck does this bitch think she is, honey?” The red head said in an offended tone.
Your wife had always been very protective of you and absolutely hated when other people even got remotely close to you. This meant that the new coworker in question may have just gotten herself into deep trouble.
“Baby, calm down. This is my new coworker.” you tried to relax her while stroking your hands up and down her sides. “We rarely interact so she most likely hasn’t seen my ring and the others know I don’t like them spreading my personal business, which is why she can’t know I’m taken.”
Your partner’s jaw clenched tightly, she clearly wasn’t amused at all and you took this as a sign to not go deeper. Natasha was just in some loose cargo pants and a black tank top, showing off her muscles deliciously as they clenched to hold your hips tighter.
“Okay, darling. Now text her that you already have a date. I’ll go set up dinner for us.” it was odd for Nat to be this calm after anyone tried to ask you out, you’d have been lying if you said this wasn’t concerning you in any way.
Still, you let it go and texted your coworker immediately, informing her that you would be attending with your wife but still looking forward to see her outside to the office setting to finally talk about non-work-related things. After you sent the text Natasha was already done setting up the dinner table with foods and drinks, making you almost skip towards her.
The Rigatoni you made tasted amazing, yet Natasha was more focused on other things than the food you had made. Her hand seemed to constantly slip to your exposed thigh, stroking up and down.
You looked at her confused and tilted your head “Honey, what are you doing?” you asked her as she kept playing with the skin just under the hem of your cotton shorts.
Natasha hummed and leaned closer to your ear “I just want to make sure you don’t forget whom you belong to, baby.” just as she said that her mouth met your neck and you could feel her mouth placing soft kisses against your hot skin.
A soft moan escaped your mouth as she started biting at your neck and soothing the skin with her tongue after. Natasha only stopped for a second to demand you keep eating normally and she better not have to stop because of you.
The plate in front of you was emptying excruciatingly slow due to your wife’s distraction. It didn’t take her even a few minutes to slip her hand underneath your shorts to rub your folds through your panties, always applying just a little bit of pressure on your clit.
“You know, I’ve barely done anything and you’re already soaking through your underwear. That is pathetic, my love.” She whispered into your ear as you were close to finishing the food on your plate, hoping this might make her fuck you properly instead of this torturous teasing.
Natasha knew you good enough to know what exactly would rile you up and this was one thing. Finally after fifteen minutes of torture and trying to get down the food between trying not to moan too loud your plate was empty and you showed your wife.
She smirked at you and retrieved her hand from your shorts before sliding it underneath your thigh and doing the same with her other hand before lifting you up into her arms. She held you firmly against her and all you could do was focus on the bulge you could feel underneath her sweatpants.
The few seconds it took for her to get you both into your bedroom felt like hours to you, after all you were already soaking wet and desperately needing your wife to finally stop teasing you.
Natasha lowered you onto the bed as she kissed you deeply. Her lips felt smooth against yours and you could taste a hint of coffee on them. It didn’t take long for your lips to part for her tongue to slip in.
Both of you were moaning and breathing heavily while moving to the end of the bed to lay down together. You immediately climbed on top of her to straddle Natasha’s curvy hips and her hand’s found your ass quickly, squeezing to pull you closer to her own body.
The both of you kept kissing, only breaking apart to get rid of both your tops. “Baby, be a good girl and lift up your hips for me.” Natasha breathed out and it didn’t even take you a second to comply.
You lifted up your hips and Natasha was quick to pull down both your shorts and underwear, leaving you completely naked before flipping you around so you were underneath her. Natasha took this chance to pull the last pieces of clothing off your legs and throw them into a corner of your bedroom.
She started sucking on your neck first, leaving deep purple marks right next to some bite marks. Your whole neck was covered and there was no way of hiding it in public.
Your wife found your nipples quickly, closing her mouth around them and biting on them before soothing the sting with her tongue. It had been so many years together, so she knew exactly how to get you as desperate as she wanted.
Whimpers and moans escaped your mouth, pleads for her to please just use her mouth on your pussy and make you cum. By now you could feel cum on the inside of your thigh, making every move uncomfortable.
Her wet lips moved further down your body, across your belly, leaving marks there, but she stopped just above your hips. "Use your words and tell me exactly what you want, pretty girl." Natasha said in a flirtatious tone, making you whimper loudly at her demand.
It was as if your mind had gone blank, she knew exactly what she was doing. You couldn’t possibly find the words to articulate what nor how you wanted her. With her mouth still hovering over your pussy it was almost impossible to bet a word out.
Considering the other option was not having her fuck you at all, though, was motivation enough to speak up after all. “Please, my love. Fuck me. Just fuck me, please. Need you so fucking bad.”
Your pleas were all it too for Natasha to connect her lips to your clit. She sucked and bit softly, making you moan and scream her name so loud, it was sure the neighbours three floors down heard.
Natasha used her tongue to circle your clit at a fast pace, making the knot in your stomach tighten incredibly fast. Her hands were gripping your thighs tightly to keep them in place, strong hands leaving marks where her fingers dug into your flesh.
“Please, Natty, I have to cum. Please don’t stop!” You exclaimed loudly and your wife did in fact not stop, she gave your thighs a soft squeeze to make sure you knew she’d heard you.
That was all it took for you to cum all over your wife's mouth, she licked up all the cum that was now covering her chin and mouth, savouring every last drop while your rode out your orgasm.
After you came down from your high she pushed herself up to connect your lips to hers, you could taste yourself on her tongue as she kissed you deeply. Your hands found her waist and squeezed it, holding onto her for dear life.
It didn’t take long for Natasha to pull away and reach for her bedside table, pulling out your favourite strap. The toy was just the right size for Natasha to stretch you out every time she used it on you and you’d never get tired of it.
“Go on, baby. Put it on me.” She demanded as she threw the strap toward you. Immediately you complied, scrambling to slide the holster over her legs and secure it. Natasha couldn’t help but enjoy the scene in front of her, you being so needy for her that you’d do anything she asked.
Though she still hadn’t forgotten why she was doing this, she was determined to show your stupid colleague exactly whom you belonged to. This gave her an idea and she quickly placed her phone near the pillows to use later.
After you were done properly securing the strap, your wife immediately grabbed you, shoving you face down onto the bed. You were facing the huge mirror across from your bed now, Natasha right behind you to pull up your ass.
Her eyes met your in the mirror as she plunged two fingers into your dripping pussy. Natasha held a brutal pace, hitting your g-spot over and over again, making your legs quiver under her touch once again. “You poor thing, so helpless and needy underneath me. What a slut.”
You would have given her a snark remark about this, but her touch and words clouded your mind and you were unable to. This made Natasha laugh at you, mocking you further at what a brain-dead whore you were for her. Only her, nobody else.
Right before you were gonna come again, she pulled out her fingers, leaving your hole dripping of cum, almost spilling onto the bed, but she let it drip onto the strap to use as lube. You’d sure need it.
The mirror gave you a perfect look of her, still in a tank top and bike shorts, muscular body right behind you, smirking down at you. Your focus was so much on her that you didn’t realise she had slammed the strap right into your pussy.
A loud moan escaped you, feeling your walls stretch around your wife’s strap, not giving you any time to adjust, but rather immediately pounding into you. One of her hands held your hips while the other left deep scratch marks on your back.
When Natasha was satisfied with your back she moved on to your ass. At this point you were completely at her mercy, only being able to moan and babble her name and coming undone on her strap, over and over again.
It would have been a lie to say she didn’t enjoy you like this, her wife, completely dumbed down. Her hand then came down on your ass, hard and fast, leaving a red mark.
You jumped a but, whimpering at the sting on your flesh. Natasha didn’t stop though, she sent one blow after another on your ass cheeks, turning it red almost immediately. This view was perfect for her, red ass while she pounded into you with a strap, she really had to capture this.
Quickly she reached for her phone and swiped right to open her camera. She took pictures first, capturing the way your pussy stretched around the strap, another one of the toy pulled halfway out of you and full of cum. Taking her sweet time with getting the perfect images to put as her lock screen.
Then she scrolled to her videos, pressing the red button at the bottom of her screen. The video started and she made sure to have your bruised body on it before zooming in on the image of you two in the mirror. Your face was laying sideways on the bed and hands gripping the sheets for dear life.
Natasha stilled inside you, pulling at your hair to make you look at yourself in the mirror, tears of desperation and drool staining your face. “Say hi to the camera, baby. Oh, how pathetic you look right now. Gonna have to show you this the next time you wanna act up.”
A loud whimper left your mouth, this was humiliating and yet making you wetter by the second. “Please, nat, please keep fucking me, felt so good.” You pleaded with her in a timid voice, embarrassed to know she’d have footage of this.
After a slight chuckle she ended the video and put the phone down, though she didn’t let go of your hair. “I’ll keep fucking you if you look right into that mirror and at yourself. I want you to see how wrecked you are for me and remember it every time anyone ever tries this shit again.”
A nod from you and she started fucking you again, she was more gentle this time, the thrust were deep but slower now and her fingers were circling your clit. It took mere seconds for you to cum and as you did a triumphant smirk was plastered onto Natasha’s face.
Your whole body slumped onto the bed after she led you through your orgasm. The strap was pulled out of you and she let go of your hair.
The bed felt heavenly against your worn out body and you fell into a soft slumber while Natasha tidied up before going into the bathroom to draw a bath. She made sure that was all done before going back to you to get you settled into the bathtub.
When she entered the bedroom you laid on the bed, still in the same position as before and seemingly asleep. Nether the less she went over to you and lifted you up into her arms, getting a few whines of protest from you.
Since Natasha considered after care to be essential, she still put you into the tub before climbing in behind you. She held your body close to yours.
Right before you could fall asleep again she tilted your head up by your chin to make you look up at her and asked; “Who do you belong to, honey?”
Making you blush a few shades of pink before saying “Only you.” And promptly dozing off on her chest, exhausted from the night. It was safe to say that from now on it’d ways be clear you were taken.