Fuck me like you own me

Days had gone by but Ava wasn't able to get the conversation out of her head, even now as she was grinding to understand the details of the new acquisition proposal her company was looking into. As chief financial officer, it was her responsibility to understand the impact the numbers would have if they went ahead with this deal. She let out a huge sigh. Something felt off when looking at the whole but she could put her finger on it. She looked at the clock and realize she was already looking for six hours straight at this paperwork. She needed to clear her head. She stepped away from the computer and changed into her running gear.

Almost an hour later, she was tired and covered in sweat. All her muscles were in protest, her head however was still filled with numbers. It started to make her angry. Stepping with clear intent and purpose, she made her way over to her husband's home office. Without hesitation, she pulled his chair back and leaned in. "Fuck me" she told him. "Fuck me like you fuck your playthings in the basement". His face motionless he looked at her. "You don't want that". She was already angry, but now, for the very first time ever, he had rejected her. She shouted at him, her voice a mixture of anger and despair. "You asshole, fuck me like you own me!".

Ward jumped up and before Ava realized what was happening, she was face down on his desk. He held her hair together at the back of her head in a firm grip making her pinned down on the desk unable to move. With his free hand he lifted her pencil skirt up and over her ass before slapping her hard on one of her ass cheeks. A shot of pain went through her entire body. Ava inhaled deeply, feeling like it was the first time of the day she had properly done so. Ward kicked her legs apart with his feet and literally tore her thong off her body. "What the hell" she shouted. But in response, Ward just smacked her ass again. The sting of his hand on her ass cheeks simmered for a couple of seconds.

The next thing she felt was his hand on her labia. "You are already wet" Ward said, his tone demeaning. "You want me to fuck you, fuck you like I own you?". Ava felt the heat and horny radiate from her body. "Yes" she shouted back. "Fuck me like you own me. Fuck me like you fuck your sluts" Ward didn't let her finish, instead he pushed his cock into her. Hard, deep, rough. She felt like a prey being devoured by a predator. His cock filled her up completely as he trusted hard, fucking her from behind without mercy or remorse.

Ava's head was pinned between Ward's desk and his strong hands holding her down until he suddenly pulled her hair causing her to unwillingly turn her face and look forward. She opened her eyes and saw she was staring directly into a mirror hanging from the wall in his office. She saw how her husband fucked her like a slut, like he owned her. She closed her eyes again, the image of her being fucked roughly ingrained on her retina. The world around her slowly started to disappear, the only thing still existing was her husband's firm grip on her body and his hard cock filling her pussy.

Ward changed his position. With one hand still holding Ava's head in place, he used the other to slide it down her body, across her hips to her stomach until it reached the spot where they were connected. He began stroking Ava's clitoris in time with his trusts. Ava felt like the climax she was building was too much to handle, it was unbearable. It was all-consuming, but just as she was about to cum Ward reached around and squeezed her throat. The pure power play he showed pushed Ava over the edge. Her legs refused to work any longer and Ward's hold on her was the only thing preventing her from falling onto the ground. Face forward on his desk her body went into orgasmic convulsions for what seemed like an eternity. She rode her orgasm out until the end. Deliberately staring at herself in the mirror and enjoying every second of it.

After she had stopped shaking Ward picked her up and carried her to the bathroom where he stepped into the shower still carrying her body. Ward's gentle hold and the warm water over her body made her slowly return back to the real world. "Thank you" she slowly uttered. Her husband smiled at her and replied that he loved her.

A good shower and a light meal later and Ava was sitting in the kitchen again looking at the numbers. It took her only 10 minutes to see and 20 minutes to confirm the gut feeling she was having for the last couple of days. Something was wrong, she made some quick notes and decided she would write the report tomorrow. She looked outside, but it was already late, and she saw only her own reflection looking back at her in the window. The image of Ward claiming her as his property flashed before her eyes again. She let out a long sigh. Was this what Hannelore was talking about? Ward was already asleep, but she decided to do something she had never done before. She made her way to the basement.

The door to the bottom floor was open. She stepped inside. "Lara?" she called out. There was no answer. She slowly made her way downstairs. As she came close to the dungeon area, she could smell the scent of sex in the air. She walked up to the door. "Lara?" she called out again. Still no answer. The light coming from the basement was dim, just enough to allow Ava to see. She pushed the door open and gasped. The sight was astounding. The room was a lot bigger than she remembered. She walked along the contraptions trying to imagine what they were for. She walked along a big cross with a pair of cuffs still dangling from it. She wondered how it would feel to be tied against it. Looking at her husband, fearing his whip, scared. However, looking at it now, it wouldn't fear that she would feel, it would be the thrill of being exposed, being ****.

Walking onwards, she let her fingers slide off the various whips and canes that she saw. Stroking one or two against her skin out of curiosity. She walked towards a big trapezium hanging from the wall and reached out for it with both hands. She could feel the submission it would bring. The feeling she had enjoyed so much earlier today on his desk. Ava continued her tour of the dungeon wondering on how it would feel to be at his mercy in here. She quietly left the basement and slid into bed.