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The sun is pouring through their linen curtains when Jenna’s hand curves over Tyler’s hip.
He’s naked, save for a pair of boxers. She wears one of his old t-shirts and nothing else.
“Morning,” he says, voice raspy. When she doesn’t reply, his stomach does a flip. She’s in one of those moods. They have this thing-a silent understanding that transcends speech.
Jenna’s also just a little freak.
Her nails make him shiver when they creep up to his stomach. He twitches.
“How long have you been awake?” He asks, pretending to check his phone.
“Little bit,” Jenna tells him.
“Watching me sleep?”
She hums. “That an issue?”
Tyler grins. Shakes his head. Never an issue.
“Thought we’d play this morning,” she continues. “Wanna fuck you, handsome.”
That makes him tense up, and his face turns a shade of red Jenna loves so much that she once color-matched it to paint her nails.
“Hm?” She kisses his shoulder, trailing her mouth down his chest, and he arches in reply. “Talk to me.”
Tyler groans. He’s in that sort of headspace-the one where he expects Jenna to read his fucking mind and throws a fit when she doesn’t.
But she’s never failed before, and she won’t this time, either.
“Tyler. I need a yes or no.”
Tyler rolls onto his back and silently nods, his hands guiding hers to his boxers. Legs spreading.
Jenna slides her hand between his legs, palming his twitching cock.
“You have to use your fingers this time,” she whispers against his skin. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
Tyler shakes his head. Face buried into his hands. She pulls them down and he rolls his eyes.
Hair a mess from sleep, Jenna can only imagine how cute he must look. Tired eyes and that little pout he wears when woken up too early. He silently begs for her slender fingers.
“No, Tyler.”
“Please,” he finally mumbles. “It’ll be fine.”
“No. Use your fingers. Lube’s right next to you.” She trails her long nails up his back and he shivers, hesitating before blindly snatching the bottle off of the nightstand.
“Flip over. Let me see.”
He grunts, but does as he’s told, legs still spread. Eyebrows furrowed into a defiant frown, he coats his fingers in lube and eases them between his thighs. Jenna nestles between them, guiding his hand with her own. She’s so gentle with him, but her firmness comes down a lot harder than Josh’s ever could.
Josh couldn’t lay a finger on Tyler if he was being held at gunpoint. Jenna has no qualms with bending Tyler over her knee and spanking his ass raw.
She smooths her hand over the curve of his ass, making him purr. “Good boy.”
He whines. That’s what he wants to hear. He uses the praise on Josh all the time, but in reality, he wants to be a good boy just as much. He rocks against his fingers, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Jenna gives him a parting kiss on his spine and moves off of the bed towards their dresser.
He watches her like a hawk, his lazy breathing starting to quicken through parted lips. His thighs tremble when he leans forward, pressing his forehead to the mattress to arch his back. The break has gotten him out of shape. Not used to all of this. He’d bend himself backwards for Jenna or Josh if it meant they gave him the attention he deserves.
Jenna pulls the harness from the top drawer.
“You want me to use Josh?” She asks, holding up one of Tyler’s favorites. It’s a clear red, thicker than the rest. He’s a size queen. Always has been.
Tyler grumbles. “Don’t…call it that,” he says, like he has any authority right now.
“Why?” Jenna eases into the harness, buckles it around her waist. “S’what you call it when you use it by yourself, baby.”
Tyler feels his face heat up, and he opens and closes his mouth. “Jenna…”
She clambers back onto the bed, harness in one hand and the strap in the other. She’s stripped herself of her t-shirt, now naked and on full display for him. Fucking gorgeous. Tyler tries not to gawk-and he knows he can, she’s his wife-but it’s almost a sin not to.
(And maybe he’s just trying to distract himself from seeing her pick the red dildo…’Josh.’)
It was Jenna who first introduced the pegging. She knew how Tyler worked from the second they started dating. It was obvious who was dominant between him and Josh. It just made her more determined to weasel that whiny sub out of him.
While Tyler pins Josh down and rides him ‘til he cries, Jenna is the one keeping Tyler in place with an iron fist.
Of course, it wasn’t a seamless transition. Tyler is a bratty sonofabitch. He fought and fought for that dominance until he was a squirming mess beneath his wife’s perfectly manicured hand.
She’s always made sure they bought toys that could seamlessly transition from something Tyler could take with him on tour to a shared experience between the both of them.
“Keep those fingers moving,” she says. “Don’t stop for me.”
Tyler whimpers. She’s so beautiful. Even more so when she’s slipping the fake cock into the harness and buckling it around her thighs tightly.
“God,” Tyler bows his head. His wrist hurts. “I’m good. Can take it, babe. M’ready.” He’d take it dry if it meant it was coming from her. Anything she wants to give him, he’ll take. No questions asked.
“Relax.” Jenna runs her fingers up his thigh.
“I am-“
“And don’t argue.”
And so Tyler is quiet. He pouts instead. It doesn’t last long, though, because Jenna’s spreading lube over the strap and stroking it like it’s a real dick. Tyler can’t help but look over his shoulder.
He gets pushed back down into the pillows.
“Keep your ass up,” Jenna chides. She presses on the small of Tyler’s back and he grunts. He’s just nosy. Wants to see everything, wants to watch Jenna ease into him and hiss like she can feel him squeezing around her.
“Good boy,” she murmurs. Hips flush with Tyler’s ass. “Good boy.”
Tyler tries to roll his hips back. “Move,” he asks. “Please?”
“So fuckin’ greedy,” he hears Jenna say under her breath. And it’s true. He is. Unbearably so. He can boss Josh around without a single repercussion, but every word out of his mouth has to end with “please” when it comes to Jenna.
Still, she fucks him anyway. Grabs handfuls of his ass, digs her nails into his skin because he likes the pain, and needs it to stay grounded. It’s sudden, it’s hard, and it’s everything Tyler needs. If he hadn’t already spiraled into his headspace, it’s a straight drop down now.
“Oh, fuck, mommy,” he pants. Head bowed, his hands are fisted full of the comforter. “Fuck.”
Jenna bites her lip. “You’re so hard for me, baby,” she coos, leaning over him to wrap her hand around his cock. “Such a good boy.” She knows that name can’t ever come out when they’re not in these headspaces. Tyler’s incredibly embarrassed about it. So shy when he wants to be. Waking him up like this, before he has time to process what’s happening and feel ashamed for what he feels…
That’s how Jenna likes him. She’ll be trying to crack through that thick exterior for the rest of their lives, she thinks.
He becomes a puddle beneath her, putty in her hands the second the strap comes out. Even when he’s on top, hips bucking into her and his mouth sucking on her throat, he’s submissive. Hands gentle and polite, always asking permission to cum. She’ll always hold the imaginary leash over him.
One day she’d like to have both of them, Josh and Tyler, at her feet. Good boys. Sweet boys. Too subby for their own good.
“Can I cum?” Tyler asks, breathless. “Please? Please?”
He’s always had chronic morning wood. Quick, sloppy orgasms that make him writhe. Forcing him to wait these out is one of Jenna’s favorite pastimes.
Sometimes, she’ll hold him down and ride his face until he cums untouched, pathetic and crying beneath her. There’s nothing she loves more than watching him squirm and beg for friction.
“Little bit more,” she soothes, thumbs pressing into his hips to ground him. “Doing so good, Ty.”
His cock weeps between his legs, untouched. Every time Jenna’s hips slam into him he whines, the head of his dick rubbing against his stomach.
“Please,” he mewls, drawing out the word. He shoves his face into the pillow beneath him and moans, arching so hard it hurts. Jenna touches everywhere but where it matters. Nails ghosting up his tummy. He shudders.
“One more, honey,” Jenna whispers. She just wants to hear him cry. She’s almost more of a sadistic fucker than Tyler sometimes.
“Mmm-please lemme cum,” he groans, grit teeth, hands scrambling behind him. Jenna pulls his arms back by his wrists and keeps them there. He’s drooling onto her pillow.
“You’re doin’ laundry later,” she tells him.
He whimpers.
Jenna finally lets his arms free, bends over him and reaches between his legs. She presses a kiss to his shoulder blade. Her hands are soft around his cock, and she relishes that it takes one, two, three pumps of her closed fist for Tyler to cum for her.
“Fuck,” he whines high in the back of his throat, knees bowing together. Jenna’s hand leaves him and he humps the air, tries to give his aching cock any further attention. He fucks himself on the strap, trembling through the aftershocks. He’s always been a glutton for overstimulation. He forces it out of Josh, out of himself. The shivering wash of too much, but still not enough.
“Tyler,” Jenna hums.
Tyler grunts into the pillow.
“C’mon. Clean up.”
“I’m tired. Lay with me,” he says, voice muffled. The sudden lack of contact makes him sigh. He kicks the comforter off of the bed, rolls over onto his back and watches Jenna put everything away through lidded eyes. Cheeks still flushed, pupils still blown.
The bed dips, and Jenna’s naked body slots itself against his.
“You’re lucky,” she hums, lips pressed to his throat. “That I’m tired too.”
Tyler sighs contentedly. “Right,” he scoffs. Fingers finding themselves carding through her hair. He rolls to his side to fully cuddle, ignoring the little “aw,” that rumbles Jenna’s chest.
“Sweet boy,” she murmurs.
“I’m sleeping,” Tyler grunts.
“So handsome.”
“I’m not listening.” He hides his face in the crook of her neck. Arms around her waist. Skin on skin, basking in the morning sun. “I’m sleeping.”
Jenna’s nails scratch the top of his head. “Okay, okay. You’re sleeping.” She kisses his hair. She could talk him to sleep forever if she wanted. Tyler’s just being difficult and sassy and…well, Tyler. “Go to sleep, then.”
He dozes off to the sound of her singing, and the peachy vanilla lotion clinging to her skin. Perfect, beautiful. Ethereal in every form.
She’s his, and he couldn’t be more hers. In every lifetime, every moment.