A Wife Controls the Conversation

With a wicked smile, I met Jack's gaze, a flicker of defiance shining in my eyes. He thought he could demand a blowjob? Well, he was about to learn that I didn't respond well to being told what to do.

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His commanding tone only intensified the fire burning within me. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, aching to be sated.

Placing my hand on his chest, I pressed him firmly against the kitchen counter, taking control of the situation. The dominance that had awakened in me moments ago now blazed within me like a wildfire.

"Who said I was ready to fulfill your demands, Jack?" I purred, my voice dripping with seduction and defiance. "You're forgetting that I'm the one in charge here."

His eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of desire and anticipation flickering in their depths. It seemed my newfound confidence had thrown him off balance, and I reveled in the power I held over him.

Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear, my hot breath fanning across his skin. "But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll follow through, but only on my terms."

My fingers trailed lightly down his chest, dancing along his abs before teasingly dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. I felt him twitch under my touch, a low groan escaping his lips.

"Patience, baby," I said, a devilish grin playing on my lips. "Good things come to those who wait."

I trailed my fingers further down, tracing the outline of his hardness, feeling it throb against my touch. Every stroke, every caress sent pleasurable tingles through my fingertips. I reveled in the control I held, the power to bring him to his knees.

But before I could grant him the release he so desperately craved, my phone rang, shattering the electrified atmosphere. The real world intruding on our moment of passion.

With a sigh, I reluctantly pulled away, leaving Jack staring at me with a mixture of frustration and desire. I reached over and grabbed the phone, reading the caller ID.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. It was an important work call I couldn't ignore. Especially because it was about ordering supply from a warehouse that Jack was waiting for and had been rather upset about increasingly over the last few weeks.

Knowing that Jack would be left in agonizing anticipation, I decided to leave him hanging just a little longer. With a wicked grin, I blew a teasing kiss from my fingertips and mouthed the words, "We're not done yet."

As I walked away, leaving him standing there, hard and yearning, I couldn't help but relish in the power shift that had occurred. I had taken control, asserting myself as the one in charge of our pleasure. And when I returned, we would continue our wicked dance, pushing boundaries and exploring the depths of desire.

I took a deep breath, momentarily pausing the work call that had interrupted our intense moment. Jack stood there, his gaze fixed on me, a mix of frustration and desire etched across his face. I knew I couldn't keep him waiting any longer.

With a sly smile and a sharp glint in my eyes, I ended the call and tossed my phone aside, fully focused on the task at hand. Jack's demand for a blowjob echoed in my mind, fueling my own desire to take charge and show him exactly what I was capable of.

Closing the distance between us once again, I pressed my body against his, feeling his rigid length pressing against my thigh. I could sense his anticipation, his need for release. But I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

Running my hands down his chest, I teased his sensitive skin with feather-light touches, watching as his muscles tensed beneath my fingertips. I could hear the ragged breaths escaping his lips, his longing becoming more evident.

I dropped to my knees, my eyes locked with his, never breaking the connection. I trailed my fingers along his inner thigh, inching closer to his pulsating shaft, purposely teasing and tormenting him. I could see the fire burning in his eyes, the primal hunger begging me to fulfill his desires.

But I was the one holding the power now. With a mischievous grin, I blew a cool breath against the tip of his throbbing cock, relishing in the way his body shuddered in response.

"Please," he moaned, his voice laced with desperation.

I grinned, enjoying his vulnerability. "What was that? Did you say please?" I taunted, my voice dripping with playfulness.

He struggled to find the words, his desire overpowering his ability to speak. In that moment, I knew I had him right where I wanted him – ****, eager, and completely at my mercy.

Without warning, I took him into my mouth, engulfing him in warmth and wetness. I watched as his eyes rolled back, pleasure coursing through his veins. I took control, setting a rhythm that tested his endurance, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

His moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of our passionate encounter. I lost myself in the sensation, relishing in the taste of him, the way he throbbed against my tongue.

As his grip tightened on my hair, an undeniable surge of power surged through me. I increased the tempo, pushing the boundaries of his control, until he finally came undone, his body convulsing with ecstasy.

I swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his release. Jack collapsed against the counter, spent and breathless, a look of pure satisfaction playing on his face.

I stood up, a smug grin on my lips. "Just a little taste of what's to come," I whispered, my voice thick with desire.