u/beloveddom

My partner is pushing me to publish my short stories. I am considering writing to the pastor/pastor wife kink since that is easier for me. Would love any feedback.

I came home from church feeling flirtatious, hopeful for some time to ourselves to make love. I was hoping for sensual, slow, and sultry lovemaking. I wanted to take my time and enjoy your body. I had been looking forward to it all day.

As I walked through the door, I saw you wearing my favorite leggings, the ones that look painted on your ass, and the grey shirt with easy access to your breasts. All good signs! Saying “Hey babe” as I leaned in for my welcome home kiss, you gave me a quick peck and ran off to finish whatever else you were doing. I tried to pat your ass, but you were gone too fast. Never a good sign, nevertheless, I remained undeterred.

Following after you, I asked how your day was; your only response was to pause your headphones and give me a “fine.” Instantly, you were back to your headphones, staring at your screen. Now I was getting a little perturbed. After preaching all morning, I wanted to talk to you and flirt with you, neither of which I can do if you don’t talk back. You left church without even saying goodbye, leaving me to talk to the old people.

As I took off my shoes, I got a little more aggressive in my conversation: “Tell me about your day.” You didn’t even look up, and you muttered a cold “there is nothing to talk about.” I decided to tell you my thoughts about the worship service. Starting with the usual duldrums, I went on and on.

After a few sentences, you looked up at me and asked me to stop because it was disturbing your book. Something was off; it wasn’t the normal way you would speak to me, but it wasn’t cold. There was something about what you said that was dangerous, almost masochistic about it, as if you knew exactly what you were doing. Tilting my head to the side, I decided to test the waters with an incredulous “excuse me?!?”

Your only response was an aggressive “you heard me” as you went back to your book.

I was incensed. It was rude and dismissive. But there was something else. You would never actually speak to me like this. It was so out of character for you.

So I stepped forward. Straddling your legs, towering over you. From the couch, you looked up at me, and just for a moment, I saw a smirk flash across your face before you completely ignored me.

“Hey! I was reading that!” You exclaim as I take the Kindle from your hands. Leaning forward, now I have you completely pinned between my thighs. Through a growl, I tell you that you can read after I’m done talking to you.

Looking up with a mischievous grin, you stuck your tongue out at me.

That was enough. Grabbing your hair, I pull your head back and kiss you. You can’t stick your tongue out if your mouth is full.

You didn’t try to stop me. You didn’t push me away. As your hands went up to try to loosen my grip on your hair, you kissed back with a passion that I haven’t experienced in a while.

As we kissed, my other hand found its way through the opening in your shirt to your chest. That’s when I felt it. You weren’t wearing only lounge wear. Underneath my favorite outfit was my favorite lingerie—the red piece with lace and cut-outs in all the right places.

My mind started racing, “whose idea was this? Did she plan this? This has got to be on purpose!”

You must have sensed my questions because you bit my lip. Snapping me back into the moment.

You locked eyes with me, took your shirt off, and then, bending deep to drop your pants, you gave a wry smile and said, “Are you going to fuck me, or just gawk at me?”

Seeing you with that grin on your face and that red lingerie was short-circuiting my brain. As the lace enhanced your curves, I faced a difficult decision about where to start.

I decided to start by removing my clothes. Immediately after removing my pants, my fully erect cock sprang upward. As you saw it emerge, your eyes lit up like unwrapping your favorite gift. Grabbing your hands, I put them on me. They were cold and lovely. Your own joy was evident as you immediately stopped moving your hands. Standing there holding my dick, you looked at me. I grabbed your hands and, commanded, “Don’t stop.”

You immediately stopped again and stuck your tongue out.

What the fuck? If this is how it is going to be, then we will need to make some adjustments. Grabbing the handcuffs, I attach them to your hands and place them behind your head. If you aren’t going to use them the way I want, you can’t use them.

Once again, your smart mouth chimes in with “you didn’t think that through. I can’t stroke your cock without my hands.”

With one hand, I reach behind your head and grab your wrists and a clump of hair. Pulling you forward and to your knees. As you look up at me, you giggle and clamp your mouth shut. Reaching down with my free hand to cup your chin, putting my thumb and index finger on your jaw line, I give an evil grin and remind you that you can’t talk back if your mouth is full. I push my fingers in and force open your jaw. Before you can close it again, my dick is now in your mouth.

You start sucking and licking. Moving your head as I let out a moan. Looking down to see your head bobbing back and forth, I catch you looking up at me, our eyes lock, and I catch your mischievous wink.

I can tell that you want me to orgasm. I’m not going to let that happen…yet.

Pull back out of your mouth. I grab you by the handcuffs and leave you up. You start to pout, asking, practically begging, for my dick.

Seeing your pout only made me want to fuck you harder.

Putting your back in front of you, I spin you around so I can see your ass. Bending you over and feeling your ass drives me crazy, but you take the moment to reach between your legs and grab my cock. In one swift move, you try to take it in you, but I stop you before the first thrust.

Throwing you back to the couch, I spread open your legs, and with the gruffest voice, I state that I will enjoy fucking the shit out of you. “You won’t.”

Incensed by this, my head starts spinning. Have we never fucked before? You know it can get rough, but this will be the roughest.

As my dick slowly enters you, you start grinning. My intention is to wipe that grin off your face.

Deeper and harder. Flexing every muscle in my hips to get as deep in as possible, I push forward until I can’t anymore, pulling back until just the tip is in, and I ram forward with all the force I can muster. Our pelvis bones crash into each other with such force that your eyes roll back in your head, and a moan escapes.

Over and over again, my dick pounds into your body. This builds the pressure in your body from the inside out, filling you with ecstasy. You bound hands trying to pull me closer, but you only leave scratches on my chest. That pain turns me on harder and harder.

With each thrust and each scratch, our bodies are closer to orgasm until we climax together. As I let out a growl, I hear your own orgasmic screams.

Gasping out, I collapse onto your shoulder as you try to catch your own breath.

As we both relax our muscles, I reach up and take off your cuffs, and your hands fall back to the ground.

After what seems like hours of lying in our own dopamine, I lean over and coyly remark that I told you I would fuck you harder than ever before. To which you giggle and say, “And I knew I could make you give me what I wanted.”