Mikka Shinodu paced back and forth in their BDSM room, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She couldn't believe the nerve of her husband, Boris Nemcov. How dare he act like such a useless lump when he was the one who was pregnant, not her.
"Come on, Mikka," Boris said, trying to defend himself. "I'm doing the best I can."
Mikka scoffed and rolled her eyes. "The best you can? You're a whale, Boris. A big, fat, pregnant whale."
Boris tried to argue, but Mikka cut him off. "Enough," she said, holding up a hand to silence him. "I have a plan to teach you a lesson."
She led Boris over to a large, padded table and pushed him down onto it. Before he could protest, Mikka had him tied up securely, his arms and legs spread wide.
Boris struggled against the bindings, but it was no use. Mikka was too strong, too controlling. He should have known better than to try and stand up to her.
Mikka ran her fingers over Boris's body, tracing the curves of his pregnant belly and the firm muscles of his chest. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear.
"You're going to be my barefoot and pregnant slut for the night," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
Boris felt a shiver run down his spine at Mikka's words. He was humiliated, but also turned on. He couldn't help it. Mikka had a way of getting under his skin, of making him want her even when he didn't think it was possible.
Mikka took advantage of Boris's arousal, teasing him and denying him release. She ran her fingers over his cock, tracing the length of it and making him groan with desire. But just when he thought he was going to cum, she pulled away, leaving him wanting more.
Boris begged Mikka for release, promising to be a better husband if she would just let him cum. But Mikka wasn't satisfied yet. She pushed Boris to his limits, bringing him to the brink of release multiple times before pulling back.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mikka allowed Boris to release. But not before reminding him who was in charge.
"You're mine, Boris," she said, her voice husky with desire. "And don't you forget it."
Boris couldn't help but submit to Mikka's desires, becoming her willing participant in their BDSM play. He knew he would never be able to resist her, no matter how hard he tried. Mikka was just too strong, too controlling, and too damn sexy. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
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