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“Are… are you sure about this M-mia?”
“Of course I am Ethan, don’t you wanna have a little fun?”
Mia rested delicately on the bed's soft mattress, eyeing her “husband” with a sultry stare.
“It’s just, you’ve been so distant recently… and this is just so… so sudden.” he admitted ashamedly, as if he was nervous. Nervous to talk to his own wife.
Unbeknownst to the man, really a fool, Mia has been replaced for as long as a week, Miranda taking her position as wife with ease. With some interrogation with her new prisoner Mia, she was able to grasp their strained relationship, playing her part as the traumatized woman Ethan had become stuck in a relationship with, their only connection being their daughter Rose.
No, her daughter.
Playing wife with Ethan had become quite a bore though, and while she wasn’t one to play with her food, Ethan seemed to be a great candidate for trying it out. The soft spoken man was loud and rude at times, but with a glare from his “wife” or a small gesture he would immediately quiet down into submission, eking out a small apology before settling down, shoulders rounded with his round eyes staring at the floor.
It was pathetic,
It was delicious.
She wanted to break that man down into nothing but a submissive whining whelp. Ethan, ever so desperate to please his wife, to get closer would do most anything Miranda would ask him for. She’s sure the blonde would cut his own neck for her if she told him to.
So, she decided to… experiment. See how far this man would go, just to make her happy.
She played cold, “Well I'm clearly trying to get close to you now aren’t I?” she scolded.
“I'm making an effort over here, while you won't even consider doing something as small as this? I should have never asked.” she scoffed, making a move to push herself off the bed, away from Ethan.
It was almost satisfying, watching the man's face twist into indecision, to fear, now realizing what he thought was Mia was going to be leaving him, again.
Sick and practically terrified of the silent treatment his wife gave him when she was upset he immediately went to change his mind.
“No! No! It’s not like that! I'm sorry… I’ll do whatever you say baby… I love you…” the blonde tried to justify.
“You promise?” Miranda asked, getting slightly impatient with Ethan.
“Yes… yes… anything…”
A grin curled on her face as she crawled onto the mattress, holding Ethan down on the bed on top of him.
“Wonderful.”
Ethan noticabley flushed, eyes darting to the side.
“So are we- are we-“
“Yes Ethan, but not in the way you think we will.” Miranda whispered in his ear before pulling back.
Ethans brows furrowed, “Huh? Then what are we-“ he cut himself off with a gasp at Miranda palming his length, immediately arching into it.
It was cute how desperate he was, although humiliating for him.
He began to whine as Miranda continuously pushed and grinded her palm against his clothed pelvis before she pulled away.
Already affected so much Ethan was blushing heavily, eyes hooded and panting slightly.
“Why’d… why’d you stop…” he breathed out, canting his hips up.
Miranda let out a small laugh before saying in such a conversational tone Ethan hadn't even processed it at first,
“I want to fuck you.”
Ethan blinked slowly, his brain cells clicking together before he asked with a slight fear in his voice, “Like… you want me to fuck you?…”
“No Ethan, I want to fuck you.” Miranda repeated.
“I can’t- I’ve never-“
“Are you backing out now?” Miranda snapped.
The blonde flinched, realizing his wife was beginning to upset again. Before he could say anything else Mia had pushed herself off of him and was already storming towards the door.
“It's like you don't even love me!” she hissed.
“Wait!” Ethan cried.
With a soft knowing smile Miranda turned her head, quickly masking it with an annoyed frown.
“What is it?”
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I’ll do whatever you want! I love you, I promise!”
The blonde had pushed himself off from his spot on the mattress slightly, kneeling with his hands on the edge of the bed, tears in his eyes while his lip quivered.
“I could never stay mad at you sweetie, don’t worry I’ll forgive you.” she purred, turning back to cup his cheek.
“If you just listen to me. You can do that, can’t you?” she said almost mockingly.
The venom in her voice seemed to go over his head however, simply nodding along and nuzzling into her hand.
“Good, then let's begin.”
Ordering the father, Ethan slowly crawled to the head of the bed, seated on his knees facing away from Mia. His hands fidgeted nervously as he sat and awaited Mia for further commands.
“Good boy, now do you think you can take off your shirt for me?” she spoke softly, a command masked as a suggestion.
As soon as he had unclothed his top Mia had pressed her hand against his nape, pushing his top half down onto the mattress. He half lay there awkwardly, his bottom sticking up into the air while his head was pillowed into his arms. He peeked around, eyeing Mia from the side, waiting for her to do something, anything.
“Do you remember where the lube is, honey?” Miranda asked.
“It’s- It’s in the bottom drawer on the left next to the bed.” he answered embarrassed.
“We haven’t done this in awhile Ethan, I'm surprised you remember.” she teased leaning over to pull open the drawer and retrieve the lube. “Do you touch yourself thinking about me?” she whispered, bending over Ethan. The blonde was staring holes into the mattress, his ears a bright pink from being humiliated as he shook his head negative, trying to deny the accusations. “It’s okay Ethan,” she comforted, “I think it's cute.” He let out a strained breath at that, sounding more like a whine than anything else.
She coated her fingers well before undressing Ethan, pulling his black jeans down to his bent knees that were currently propped up on the mattress.
“Deep breath Ethan.” Miranda chimed.
The blonde sucked in a shuddering breath through clenched teeth as Miranda pressed against his perineum, inhaling as she traced up, a soft pressure against his tight hole.
His prolonged inhaling was interrupted when Miranda pushed in a single finger, hiccuping before letting out a groan of discomfort.
Fear struck him once again from his inexperience, legs beginning to shake as he began trying to clamp them shut and lean away from the feeling.
A dainty yet unforgiving hand gripped his hip then, dragging him back onto her finger. Ethan let out a yelp before freezing into submission. “Ethan… you can’t back out of this now… come on, you love me don’t you?” Miranda questioned.
“It’s too much- I don’t- I don’t want to! It hurts!” he cried arching his back away from his presumed wife.
“If you were patient,” Miranda hissed, “it wouldn’t hurt so much.”
“Didn’t you want to spend more time together? Didn’t you want this?”
“I did- did I? I wanted this?” Ethan asked, the haze of his mind confusing him.
Miranda slowly began to thrust her finger in and out, slicking up the blonde's insides as he lay there pilant yet stiff. “Of course! I remember you talked about wanting to do this months ago!”
“I don’t… remember-“ he stuttered for a moment, nothing coming out as Miranda slipped in another finger.
The pain was still there but had settled down into a dull ache. He curled his toes and gripped the sheet underneath him, trying to release the pent up energy inside of him while still trying to lay as still as possible for his wife.
Then something happened.
Mia curled her fingers and it was almost as if he had been electrocuted. Knees buckling and eyes blowing wide open he let out a loud involuntarily moan. Shocked at his own reaction he turned around to face his wife who had a wide grin spread across her face.
“You like that baby?” she crooned, purposefully pushing and stroking his prostate.
Ethan couldn’t respond, couldn’t think really, letting out high pitched “Ah! ah! ah!”’s He had never felt a pleasure like this before, his sex life being extremly vanillia and prior to this Mia had never wanted to do something like this.
Mia stretched, prodded, curled her fingers, making Ethan squeal and moan embarrassingly loud with each thrust, the push and pull making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he indulged in his own pleasure, beginning to fuck himself back on Miranda’s fingers, hips stuttering when it went to deep and he shyly retreated into his sheild that was the bed.
His length remained untouched, heavy and leaking between his legs, but even with that he still was edging closer and closer towards his release.
Miranda could tell, the way his moans began to take on a higher pitch, the way his thighs began to tremble violently, the way he began to clench down and throb around her fingers. It was delightful.
Ethan moaned “O-Oh Mia! I’m about to- I’m about to!-“
She slipped her fingers out.
Ethan let out a mournful cry arching his back and canting his hips into nothing as his nirvana has been ripped from him.
“Mia! W-why! You never tease!” he cried, shocked at his wife’s recent sudden behavior changes.
“You such an adorable little slut for me Ethan.” Miranda giggled, stroking the small of his back. “Are you my little whore?”
“W-What?! Mia? why would you say something like-“
“Say it Ethan.” she hissed, demeanor changing almost instantly. “Say you're my little whore.”
Terrified Ethan froze, Mia was being so… cruel today… it was scary… it was just like Louisiana…
Shaking, he responded quietly, “I’m… I’m your little w-whore.” he hiccuped.
“I can't hear you.” she growled “Louder.”
“I’m your little whore!” he cried.
It was truly something to revel in. Ethan Winters, the man who went through a living hell, too stubborn to die, reduced to a pathetic push over. It was amazing what the mind and months of manipulation can do.
“You wanna make me happy Ethan?” Miranda smiled, offering him a choice.
He turned his head to face her, red with embarrassment and wet with tears as he nodded slowly.
“Get on your back.”
The blonde followed her command, turning to lay facing Mia, back propped up at a slight incline from a pillow.
It was degrading, Ethan being almost completely naked save for his socks and his pants which were down to his ankles, while Mia remained fully clothed, cardigan and all. Was she even getting off? What was her goal in this?
Mia slipped off the rest of his pants, throwing it to the side before sitting back on her knees.
Then, with a coy smile she spoke, “Ethan, I want you to finger yourself until you cum.”
Silence. Then, a small, “Yes… Mia…”
Happy with his submission she poured the lube into his own hand, making sure to help coat his fingers and she kissed him tenderly, naturally Ethan began to take over the kiss, tongues fighting but Miranda decided to put him in his place. Pushing back against him and dominating the kiss, Ethan let out a squeak of surprise before accepting his new role.
When she finally pulled away she could see the blush that had bloomed over Ethans face and speckled down his chest. Leaning down she licked one of his nipples before sucking and he let out a loud cry at that, arching his sensitive chest into Mia’s hot mouth. When she released him, he was shaking, panting doggedly and he tried to desperately catch his breath.
“Touch yourself Ethan.” she commanded.
Gingerly, he traced his fingers down to his hole, legs spread and bent as he faced Mia, biting his lip in concentration. His fingers were nowhere near as small or as thin as Mia’s so when his first finger sunk in he let out a hiss of pain.
He slowly began to pick up the pace, pumping his finger in and out of himself before adding another finger. Moaning and crying like a bitch in heat he began to buck against his own fingers, desperate to find that spot inside of him that made him see stars.
He slipped in a third finger before letting out a scream. Miranda smiled, he found his prostate. The deity watched as the blonde let out slutty moans, bouncing and grinding against his own fingers, crying for Mia.
Ethan was twitching, hips bucking as he tried to rut against nothing. “Ah! Ah! Mia! Mia! MiaAHH! Oh!” he began to chant, small moans breaking though his pleading.
Pinning down the fathers shoulders, she began to viciously attack his neck, not leaving a single spot unmarked, sucking and licking all while the man underneath her practically screamed in pleasure.
She could feel how much he was trembling from this, how he grinded against his own fingers. His dark eyes met hers and she leaned back up, his long lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back, bruised lips parted and panting.
“I’m going to cum Mia! Oh god! Ahn! Mia, please let me cum!” he begged
“Cum for me Ethan.” she hissed out, before pressing her mouth down on one of his nipples and sucking hard.
He came immediately, his body spasmed as he released all over himself, fingers still moving inside of him, milking himself desperately stuttering out moans.
He had begun crying again, “I love you Mia, I'm so sorry, you were right, you were right.”
“It’s alright Ethan, I forgive you now…” she comforted. “Relax now, beautiful.”
And with that Ethans tired half lidded gaze closed as he fell asleep, body over exerted from working so hard.
It was… fun… surprisingly, to Miranda, not a lot of things were “fun”. It was… a nice experiment that she wouldn't mind trying again.
A cruel smile cracked across her face as she watched the resting father.
“I think I’ll have to keep you and Rose”