Mikka Shinodu paced back and forth in their BDSM room, her stiletto heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She wore a tight leather corset that accentuated her already ample curves, and her long black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. Her husband, Boris Nemcov, sat slouched in a chair, his round belly sticking out from under his t-shirt.
"Ugh, you're such a pregnant sloth," Mikka spat out, crossing her arms over her chest. "Can't you do anything except sit there and eat all day?"
Boris tried to defend himself, but Mikka cut him off. "Save your breath, Boris. You need to be punished for your actions."
Mikka led Boris over to a chair, blindfolding him and tying his hands behind his back. "I'll be the one in control for the rest of the night," she whispered in his ear.
Boris's heart raced as Mikka began to run her fingers over his body. She whispered dirty thoughts in his ear, her breath hot against his skin. Despite his initial hesitation, Boris became aroused.
Mikka stood up and began to strip, revealing her toned and curvy body. She straddled Boris, grinding against him as she continued to tease and taunt him.
"Please, Mikka, let me touch you," Boris begged.
"Not yet," Mikka replied, her voice husky with desire. "You need to earn the privilege."
Mikka began to ride Boris, taking control of the situation as she always did. Boris was in ecstasy, unable to believe the pleasure he was experiencing.
Mikka leaned down and whispered in Boris's ear, "You're my pregnant slut now, and I'm going to make you beg for more."
Boris couldn't help but agree, completely surrendering himself to Mikka's control.
"Yes, Mikka, I'm your slut," he moaned. "Please, make me beg for more."
Mikka smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. She had punished Boris in the best way she knew how, and she couldn't wait to see what the rest of the night had in store.
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