Chapter 2: Building Tension
Rebecca leaned back against the plush velvet of the hotel room's lush couch, legs crossed. The golden beams of dim light kissed her bare shoulders, and she wore a subtle, knowing smile. It was a lingering smile that hinted at secrets, after-dinner delight, and pleasures yet to be discovered. The allure of that wicked glance, coupled with the youthful energy that still crackled from the body of this late-thirties woman, made her a person that left many men weak in the knees.
Her full, curvy figure was hugged sinfully by the silken fabric of her emerald green dress, and her long brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders like a fallen waterfall. Rebecca's piercing blue eyes, studies in beguiling and enchantress-level deceit, met Kyle's in a dance that was familiar and yet increasingly tedious for him.
Kyle knelt low in front of her, upon the ornate oriental rug that adorned the floor before the magnificent bed, struggling to peel away his insecurities.
“Would you like to see me naked?” She asks. He swallows, nodding anxiously. His hands tremble; he knows she enjoys watching his insecurities play out. He is all too aware of her games, her manipulation, and her ceaseless belittling. It is an awful cycle that he has become hopelessly trapped inside, but still, he kneels here in front of her, eager to satisfy her desires.
Reluctantly, she separated from her gaze with Kyle and trailed her hand over the line of her body.
She began to slide out of her dress, the material ever so slowly grazing her engorged nipples, past her newly bare mons, the hem tickling her lower thighs. Gravity did the rest, and her decadent silk gown pooled at her feet another feast for Kyle's eyes. There she stood, naked before her kneeling husband with a hunger in her eyes.
"How big do you think their cocks are? Men like me included?" she mocked, gesturing to the vivid city lights outside.
She paced the room, letting a hand lazily drag across the luxurious furniture upmarket luxury begging to be desecrated.
"Kyle whimpered-small cocks got all the conversational attention in the room, and he hated it. Despite his self-consciousness, though, a familiar pulse of yearning took hold between his legs, straining against his trousers. She stalked around him, that look of practiced disdain playing across her face as she surveyed her nervous husband. She knelt down and placed a hand on his thigh.
"Kyle, darling, you know I crave for you," Rebecca whispered in his ear. Her other hand toyed with the zipper of his trousers, bit by bit, gradually liberating his hardened member. Teasingly, she brushed her fingernail along his shaft. A strangled groan escaped Kyle's lips. His hips involuntarily thrust forward, praying for more friction.
"I've missed this, Kyle. Haven't you?" she asked while glancing mischievously up at him.
A humiliated gasp was all she received. With cold-hearted determination, she pulled down Kyle's trousers and underwear, approximately three sizes too big for his insufficient manhood. Chuckling, she closed her hands around his soft shaft and then began to explore it with a rough, playful jerk.
"This? This is it?" Rebecca laughed, still applying that same methodically cruel motion. "This is all I get for being your wife?"
"Please...
Be gentle," Kyle begged, weakly trying to push her hand away. Rebecca simply pulled him closer and pressed her mouth to his, swallowing up his soft little cries for mercy. A fervor began to twist and rage inside her, escalating uncontrollably. Soon, against his will, she pulled him into a kiss, caressing him with a hungry insistence. Gently at first, but as her confidence bloomed, she became fiercer, more voracious.
Her free hand snaked down her torso and slid between her moist folds. The slick sounds of her penetration sprung Kyle back to reality - he was all but forgotten in her sexual onslaught. It angered him that she could betray him like this, subject him to that hurtful gibe and reduce him to nothing but a sex toy, his complete and utter emasculation left screaming bitterly in the corner of its soul. “I want to fuck you.” He found himself saying. “No. Not that soft cock. But you can have me feet as I tel you about how Trey used to use my asshole” Rebecca continued without missing a beat, sliding two fingers deftly inside herself. She slipped into reminiscing about other men's cocks and how they adequately satisfied her.
Rebecca stood and turned to walk towards the bed, her pert ass forcing Kyle to widen his eyes and focus on what he was missing. She dragged her fingertips against the opulent headboard then stretched out on the cool silk sheets. Fingers still lodged in her pussy, she hummed a song he didn't recognize.
Kyle couldn't help but remember what she had told him before.
She said, "Kyle, you treat me like a goddess. Like the earth beneath my feet. And yes, my feet are ready for pleasure too." Her obsession with her feet was a borderline fetish, as if her toes were some sort of sexual retreat. Her words echoed in his mind, rendering him immobile amid her seductive demonstration of flexibility as she lifted her leg over him.
Her toes circled his hardened length erotically, deliberately, seducing a bead of drool from its tip. Then, she slid her toes down and up the length of him. With him adjusting to sensitivity he hadn't known existed, she permitted her draping legs to part lewdly for him.
"You know you want it, Kyle. Hard and fast and so fucking good," she simpered, still employing her foot to massage the agonized desire from his rock-solid cock.
"You're not going to fuck me like a little boy. Are you?” she provoked. Her strong, masculine voice reverberated in the room, sending shivers down Kyle's spine.
He was a good man, and he adored being with Rebecca. However, his confidence had taken a battering over the span of their marriage. Her constant derision and contempt for his inadequacies has taken a toll on his mental health. Yet against all odds, he craved her.
He craved the taste of her naked body pressed against his. He shivered in exquisite anticipation. With her perfect breasts temptingly dangling above him, her legs splayed, inviting him in, he decided it was time to lay claim to his irresistible dominatrix; dismissing - however momentarily - her cruel jibes.
Nevertheless, there was a noticeable tremor in Kyle's hands when they gently grazed his demeaning queen's soft inner thighs.
“No. Stop” Rebecca said. “You may jerk off on my feet. Nothing more. Let me tel you about how Trey used to eat my asshole” Rebecca moaned, nurturing her arousal by sliding her fingers wildly between her tacky folds.
Kyle ran his fingertips carefully under the parting of her thighs, envious that they had the privilege to touch her intimately. He kneaded her supple skin, following the curve from her hips to the valley of her stomach. He paused briefly, breathing in her fragrance, before proceeding onwards - he couldn't resist let alone deny her even the slightest pleasure.
Rebecca laid him down and put a foot in his mouth. “Suck it and jerk you bitch” she told him. Kyle obeyed, treating her toes like a tender appendage, his tongue tracing their delicate landscape. He felt like a lost boy fumbling towards Eden: desperate to taste forbidden fruit but barely aware of what to do when he got there. Salty sweat and musk blended on his tongue, a flavor only meant for him to savor.
Rebecca had asked for this; it was her wish to be worshipped like a deity. Why then did she feel nothing but disgust at Kyle's clumsy advances?
Was Trey her ex-boyfriend with a cock so much bigger that it made Kyle's insignificant except in comparison? Did her mind wander to his powerful physique and dominating persona moving inside her upon every stroke?
Rebecca's voice broke Kyle's reverie. "You fucking eunuch, keep doing what I say!" she screamed, wresting control back from his feeble attempts at independence.
Her calculated cruelty left Kyle trembling as if a minuscule fault line had erupted beneath him.
The desire in his stomach burned. A bead of saliva clung to Rebecca's big toe, evoking a prickle of shame. She kept her foot in his mouth, both of her hands now firmly entwined in his short brown hair, using it to control the vigor of his servicing, the thrusts of his head.
"That's it. You lick my fucking toes; a hole is what you are, just a disgusting, shriveled little hole.
“Can I cum on your feet Rebecca? I am so close” Kyle pleaded between licks and slurps, baking her foot in his mouth. She sneered, keeping her toes under his nose as she thrust them in and out rapidly.
“Only because you’re not fit to be inside me anymore. I deserve more than a limp dick eunuch who cannot please me properly” Rebecca snapped back at him, smirking as she watched her husband squirm in submission. The tempo built and soon Kyle’s foamy saliva was dripping all over her feet and his own achingly submissive face.
Gasping for breath, whistles of breath caught in his throat as the awesome constriction of his lust entangled him in its sticky web.
“Cum for me now,” Rebecca groaned, grinding her flesh against the cool silk sheets. Pulsating in sync with her shuddering frame, Kyle imploded, his release bubbling onto her feet with its syrupy texture only meant for her. He whimpered in delight, savoring the debasing act she'd bestowed upon him.