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“Baby,” Shane rolled over, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you back onto the bed, catching you in a kiss. “Do you really have to take care of the farm this early? The crops will still be there in about…” He checked his nonexistent watch, “…later.” He gave you a small grin, his hand having moved up to cup your face.
“Shane, you know this is my schedule,” You protested.
“I know, but maybe I could put some pep in your step today, spice up your morning,” He bribed you. “It’s been awhile since I’ve put you in your place, after all.” He winked.
You grinned at him, checking your existent watch. It was 6:20 now, you could've eaten breakfast already. You huffed.
“You couldn’t put me in your place even if you tried.” You taunted him, pushing his hand off and getting up so that you could crawl over your husband, straddling his lap. Your head hung over his, your hair hanging in his face.
Shane’s hand came up to sweep your hair out of the way to move some of it behind your ear, only to grab a handful of your hair to pull you down toward his mouth.
“You’re right, you do all the work for me, don’t you baby?” He growled into your ear, making you grin and giggle. Shane scoffed. “What’s so funny? You think I’m all talk, no action?” He taunted, his hand moving down to your shoulder and rolling the two of you so that he was on top, now between your thighs.
“You know better than that, sweetheart.” He knelt down to kiss you, his lips peppering toward your neck while his hand came up to hold your neck to his mouth.
You sighed in relief to feel him on your skin again, it had been awhile, but you hadn’t realized how long until you were under him again. You nearly felt like a virgin with how his touch was exciting you.
“Don’t be a brat, baby. I want to hear how I make you feel,” He groaned, his hips beginning to rock against yours.
You whined in reaction, your hips involuntarily jerking against his, the static shock shooting through your body. “You’re going to have to work harder than that, Shane.” You challenged him.
Shane’s hips stilled and he smacked your thigh, making you gasp. You looked at him for an explanation, unsure of what went wrong.
“That’s not how you address me,” His voice lowered. “You know that.”
“Yes sir.” You spoke without thinking. It’s been awhile, but you weren’t that rusty… right?
“You’re getting warmer…” He encouraged you, his hips resuming a slow rocking motion against your clit. You were both still clothed, but the pressure was enough for the both of you, for now.
“Sorry Daddy.” You spoke quietly, your eyes fluttering shut again.
“Don’t apologize, baby. Prove to me you’re sorry.”
“How?” You asked, letting him lead.
His hips hesitated for a moment, before beginning a harder rocking motion. “Well for starters, you could let those pretty lips moan for me.” He spoke, “If you can keep making noises for me, I might let you cum more than once.” He teased.
“Once will be enough for me, Daddy.” You groaned, your arms stretching above your head to grab a fistful of the bedsheets.
Shane’s hands came up and pinned your wrists in place, hovering above you. “You’re such a liar, I know you’ll want more after I give it to you once. You’re just lucky I’m so generous, and so hungry for you.” He groaned, moving down to kiss you.
You moaned against his lips, your hips rocking against his in a steady rhythm to spark climax. You could feel that his cock was now rock hard, making your goosebumps peak at the thought of how thick he was and how hot his body was against yours.
“Getting cold chills, baby?” He asked, wanting to hear you confess. “What are you thinking about?”
You sighed, hips jerking again involuntarily at the thoughts in your mind. “I’m thinking about how wet you’re making me, and you’re just rubbing it in my face instead of doing anything about it.” You grunted, his hips dipping lower to rub slightly rougher in response.
“What, do you think you deserve to have me inside already?” He chuckled. You got a cold chill again. Here comes the humiliation.
“I don’t think you’ve done enough to earn that, sweetheart. Go ahead and take off your top and ask me again later.” Shane lifted himself from your wrists, giving you the chance to strip, but also giving himself the chance to grab your thighs and pull you into a more comfortable position, rutting his cock against your womanhood. Such a shame you were still clothed from the waist down.
You took your shirt off and with it, your bra. You tossed them to the floor and looked up to him with longing. “Do you want to do the same?” You asked, seeing him smirk.
“You know, it is getting a little hot in here,” Shane took off his own shirt, tossing it to the floor. “I wonder why that is?” He grinned.
“Well it definitely couldn’t be me,-” Shane smacked the side of your thigh before you could finish whatever self-deprecating joke you were about to pull. Not a second later his finger was pointed in your face, a scowl on his features.
“Don’t you dare start acting stupid, you’re a brat, not a moron. Do you understand me?” Shane scolded, slightly scaring you but with the context, hardening your nipples in the process.
“Yes sir.” You spoke quickly.
Shane looked down, noticing the goosebumps rippling up your stomach and across your breasts. He chuckled. “Don’t tell me that’s your reaction to that ?” He smirked, his right hand trailing up and groping you softly, testing your waters and getting a sigh.
“Fuck, you’re such a submissive, you’ll just take whatever I give you and run for miles with it, won't you, you little brat?” He teased, watching your back arch into his touch.
“Yes sir.” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut again.
“You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the fact that I have the chance to lay my hands on you is a blessing no other man will ever get to have. Do you understand me?” He spoke, both hands now roaming your chest, his hands moving down to drift across your sensitive waist.
“Yes sir.” your voice jumped, your body jerking to his touch.
“You are gorgeous, and you are stunning.” He spoke. “Repeat it.”
“It.” You taunted him, a yelp sounding from you not a moment later, the stinging of Shane’s hand on your thigh again. Man, your pajamas weren’t thick, were they?
“Don’t be a smartass. You are beautiful, you are sexy, and you’re all mine.” He growled. “Repeat it, don’t make me spank you.”
“I am beautiful,” You moaned, feeling Shane’s hands grip your waist. “I am sexy,” You whined, feeling his hands move back up to your breasts. “And I’m all yours.”
Shane’s hands moved to cup your face, as he bent down to kiss you. You whined into his mouth as his hips worked harder, however more unsteady against your body. You could tell he was getting close, but you didn’t want the fun to end already.
“Fuck,” he broke the kiss, spit connecting the two of you for a moment longer. “You’re so hot when you tell me who owns you.”
“Of course you own my body,” you brought a hand down and cupped his face. “I wouldn’t dream of letting anyone else touch me.”
Shane smiled, but his lips twitched into a grimace, his hips stuttering against your own. Just the idea that he was so close brought you near the edge, but you hoped he wouldn’t let either of you have what you wanted so badly.
“Fuck, stop.” Shane grunted, pulling back from you and ruffling his hair, panting. Shane looked up to the ceiling, his chest rising and falling. His body was tinted pink, surely you were red as a tomato in comparison.
“Shane, is everything okay?” You asked, sitting up.
“Yeah, I’m fine, I don’t mean to worry you.” He spoke, fighting for breath. “I just don’t want to finish so soon, It’s just been awhile since-“
You set a hand on his chest, and he stopped and looked down to you. “Don’t worry, I didn’t want it to end yet either.” You reassured him.
His lips slowly contorted into a smile. “Do you want to edge each other?” He half laughed, but fell silent when you gave a small smile and nodded.
“Fuck, for real?” He asked again, getting a stronger nod from you.
Shane stared at you for a moment, admiring you. He moved in to kiss you, pouring his soul into you. “God, I love you so much, so fucking much.”
“I love you too, Shane.” You reminded him. “I love you too.”
“But before we start, please, can we cum just once-“ you slapped his cheek just for suggesting it, acting on impulsive thought. Not too rough, but definitely rougher than you meant. Shane gawked at you, but his expression quickly turned angry, making you fearful.
Shane moved quickly to shove you back down onto the mattress, yanking your pants off and taking your panties off with it. You began to voice your apologies and confusion but Shane silenced you by slapping your now bare thigh, the sting ringing in your ears.
“Don’t you dare think that you can make a move on me like that, like you’re not the bitch here.” He hissed. Shane bent down and lifted your thighs over his shoulders, his breath on your clit making your thighs tense. Shane flicked his tongue over your clit a few times, hearing you shout out and fight against his restraint.
“You will tell me when you get close, and don’t you DARE think about lying to me, or cumming without my permission. Do you understand?” Shane was in a whole other level of control, making you writhe and sweat.
“Yes sir,” You whined, “Please, just go easy.” You begged.
Shane dipped his head back down, sucking on your clit before flicking it fast with his tongue. You shouted and threw your head back into the mattress, trying to ignore the idea of cumming, while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of his hot tongue moving fast on your body.
“You don’t get to tell me how to fuck you. All you get to do is take it and whine like a little bitch. Got it?” Shane commanded.
“Yes sir.” You writhed under his hold. You hissed in a breath, his tongue moving fast against your nerves.
“You just thought it would be so funny to step out of line, now look where you are.” He spoke between torturous strokes. “Crying out and begging for me.” He hissed.
“Yes sir!” You panted. You were already so close again, the idea of warning him flashing momentarily in your mind.
“Are you already close, you little brat?” He asked, his tongue making broad strokes across your clit.
“Yes sir!”
“Yes Daddy,” He corrected you.
“Fuck, yes Daddy!” You whined, hands twisting in the sheets.
With that, Shane kissed your clit and pulled away, admiring the sprawled mess that you were. With a grin, he worked at untying his sweatpants.
“Quit thinking about how you’re throbbing, and focus on your breathing.” Shane instructed. “Otherwise I’ll get bored waiting for you to calm down.”
You did what he asked and focused on breathing, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth, in the nose, out the mouth, in, out, in, out, you wished Shane was pumping in, out, in-
“Quit it,” Shane punctuated. “Your body is still reacting like I’m touching you, you aren’t listening.” He tossed his pants aside, left in his boxers, which were quickly coming off. He approached the bedside drawer and grabbed one of the several condoms, ripping one open and rolling it over his cock while he moved back in front of your throbbing body.
“Tell me when you’re ready to continue, but only tell me when you’re back down to earth, got it?” He spoke. “‘Cause I don’t want just two pumps.”
“Yes sir.” You quivered at the imagery, taking a deep breath and sighing. You wanted to revel in the high, but you also wanted to give Shane what he wanted. With that, you began your adrenaline descent.
“Good girl,” He praised you, noting your slowed breathing. “See, it’s not that hard to listen, and in the end you’ll get what you want so much sooner.” He spoke, lifting your thighs again and using a hand to guide the tip of his cock to your pussy, splitting the lips with the chilled lube of the condom.
You shivered at the contact, but Shane pressed on, the tip of his cock moving upward to make contact with your clit, making your body jerk reflexively. You whined, but before you could apologize, Shane spoke.
“You try to play a big game, but you love being a plaything.” He reminded you. “You wouldn’t dream of being anywhere except underneath me, would you baby?” There he was with the sugarcoated degradation again.
“No sir, I couldn’t” You responded, enjoying the feeling of what was to come.
“You’re so sexy when you’re obedient, you know. It’s a good look on you.” He chimed again, lining up the tip of his cock with your waiting heat.
“Only for you, Daddy.” You made eye contact with him, trading the softest of smiles. Your face quickly shifted though when Shane pushed himself into you without warning, giving you nearly no time to adjust. You knew that Shane’s smile didn’t break though; you had been staring at him the whole time.
“You’re so soft,” He groaned. “Not just your skin, but your heart. You can’t help but please people, and you do a damn good job at it. But no one else would know as much as I do.” He told you, beginning a thrusting motion between the two of you. The slapping was fairly quiet, he was beginning soft. That’s unusual.
“God, I could only imagine how embarrassed you would be if I told the whole town about how good you are at pleasing me.” He taunted your mind. “ ‘Yeah, she’s so good at shutting up and taking me all in, and she’s even better at begging for it!’ ” He began the fake conversation, making you blush like mad.
“ ‘Oh, the farmer? Yeah, she’s so sweet but she's such a bitch, she’ll let me bend her however and she’ll just take it! She can barely call me Daddy because she’s drooling so much! God, she's like a virgin! But I would know she isn’t, I’ve fucked her over a hundred times since she’s lived here!’ ” He growled from above you, watching your nipples peak and rock atop your chest, a loud slapping now echoing in the room.
“ ‘Yeah, she’s seriously such a mess, I’m surprised she’s running a farm all on her own, because god knows she can’t take control in the bedroom!’ ” He laughed, hot shame burning down your body. You could only imagine the appalled faces of your neighbors. Harvey would be red as a beet, and hide his face with a hand while he looked elsewhere, and Alex would be too busy staring at you and trying to imagine how you’d look around his cock, not Shane’s.
“ ‘And the noises she makes, fuck, I just want to fuck her and not pull out. Oh wait, I do! because I wear a condom so I can feel her squeeze around my cock when I’m pounding her into our bed!’ ” He grinned, watching your face flush with embarrassment. Pierre would be absolutely appalled, while Elliott would be in awe at the poetry your husband was speaking from above you. Maybe Sam would be red in the face and stare at Shane in awe and in jealousy. God, why were you thinking about all of the town thirsting after you?!
“ ‘But she’s all mine, which is such a shame for you all, because I don’t think there's a better woman than her! She’s got her life together, she doesn’t need me, but fuck does she want me! She wants me so badly, she loves to hear me belittle her and call her names- she gets so horny for it! She shivers and squeezes me, she makes me want to creampie her! God knows she deserves to be filled!’ ” He continued, laughing into the room now. “ ‘She would beg so badly for it too, she would fight to rip that condom off of me just to feel my raw cock inside of her sopping wet pussy. she gets so wet for me, all that’s missing is making her squirt for me! Oh wait, I do that too! I’ve done it over a dozen times, she's so eager to please!’ ” He rambled on, your mind still wondering how the town would gawk at his insane, however true ramblings. Sebastian would be hard as a rock listening to all of this. His face would look horrified but he would be dreaming about Shane’s spoken scenes for weeks to come. The Mayor would be shocked into silence, but wouldn’t dare think of looking down at you. He would just wish he had the same spice with Marnie.
With a cry, you remembered you were close to cumming, and fought for the words to warn him.
“Fuck,” Shane grunted, beating you to the punch again. “And here you are, making me cum again!” He hissed, pumping into you several more times, each thrust more sporadic than the last. Shane bent down and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, making you throw your arms around him to dig your nails into his back. Shane’s hips slammed into yours once more and held, the two of you flying over the edges of your orgasm. You gasped and cried out loudly, grateful that you lived far enough away from the town. Your nails eased up on Shane’s back slowly as the moments passed, but you knew the marks would be present for days to come.
The two of you had begun the descent of climax, but Shane was hesitant on pulling out. Instead, he was peppering your cheek with tender kisses, panting into your skin. Your hands fully released the hold you had on his back, moving to make soft circles with your palms to soothe the skin you just irritated.
“I love you so much, baby.” Shane muttered, pulling back to make eye contact with you.
“I love you so much Shane. so, so very much.” You spoke, bringing a hand to his cheek, bringing him into a sloppy exhausted kiss.
Shane pulled back from your hold, releasing you as well as he slowly pulled his half-flaccid cock out of you with a small pop!
“Well,” Shane looked at his still-watchless wrist. “Looks like it’s time to check on those crops.” He looked to you for a reaction, a soft smile spreading across his face.
You grinned at his comment, hoping your relationship with him would never change.