(Look at the Backstory first babe)

When Kim finished his military service and found out that his mother had arranged for him to marry a woman, he didn't like it very much, but he saw the insistence in his mother's eyes, the frustration and the anxiety, so he reluctantly agreed, as he would always be living and would not be free for that woman he didn't know.

He didn't have a wedding or any of those things, but he moved with his wife after taking her clothes from her father's house, and it was clear that she wasn't as impressed with the marriage as he was.

Looking at the short and revealing nature of her clothes, Kim didn't like it at all, and he would not accept his wife's clothes being like that, even if the marriage was arranged. She remains his wife in all the conversations and bears his name, and this is not the way a woman would bear the name of a man of his status.

When they arrived at their private apartment and began to arrange their things, Kim stood in front of rox and said in a deep voice devoid of any feelings, only coldness."Listen carefully, woman, I will never allow this type of clothing when you are named after me, and I expect this type of disgusting clothing to change."

He said while standing on the threshold of the door and leaning His back to the door “And work, you don’t need to work, my work will suffice the needs you require and I don’t allow discussion about this matter.. Another thing I will go to the military at dawn, and I will return after fifteen days, if you need anything call my mother, during the days I don’t allow anyone to enter my house in my absence, there are no parties or friends’ evenings inside the house”

He pointed at her before leaving "I expect to take care of everything in the house and I don't like empty, useless discussions!" He said and left heading towards the kitchen

After a few hours had passed, when he returned from work in the army, Kim walked into the apartment and immediately noticed the difference between his wife's clothes earlier and now. He could hardly believe what he was seeing; the top she wore now revealed most of her cleavage and ended above her belly button, while her skirt barely covered anything below her hips, showing off her toned legs. It made him feel uncomfortable, angry even. How dare she disobey his orders so soon after they got married?

*His face darkened as he stormed towards her. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded in a harsh voice. "I specifically told you not to wear clothes like this!"

"Well, I changed," she replied defiantly, tilting her chin up. "It's my body, and I can wear what I want." She crossed her arms over her chest as if daring him to say more.

Kim took a step closer, his expression unyielding. "You will learn your place around here," he growled. "I am your husband now, and you will obey me without question. Do you understand?"

His eyes widened in shock at her defiance. He never expected this from her; most women he knew would be thankful to have a strong husband like him taking care of them. But not this one. She was different, and that difference disturbed him immensely. "You're challenging me?" he asked coldly. "Is that what you think you're doing? I will show you your place!"

Without warning, his hand shot out and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble back a step. The shock on her face was almost worse than the pain as she gripped her burning cheek in surprise. Kim took another step closer, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Do you understand now?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "I am your husband, and I will not tolerate disobedience."

She glared at him defiantly despite the sting on her cheek. Her words came out slowly and evenly as she said, "You can't force me to be who you want me to be, Kim." The use of his name seemed to infuriate him even more, but he didn't show it.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. This wasn't like him; usually, he could control his anger with ease. But there was something about her that brought out the worst in him, made him lose his usual sense of composure. "Very well," he finally said through gritted teeth. "Then perhaps I should make it clearer to you."

Without another word, he reached forward and roughly grabbed her arm, pulling her close enough that she could feel the heat from his body. She struggled against his grip at first but quickly subsided when he growled in warning. His eyes burned into

The feel of her hand striking him across the face was like a slap of ice water to his cheek; it snapped him back to reality and filled him with a blinding rage. He yanked her toward him by her arm, intending to teach her some respect, but she twisted out of his grip and darted toward their room instead, slamming the door behind her.

Fuming with anger, he stood there for several long moments, his fists clenched at his sides as he struggled to control his temper. Finally, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, feeling some of the tension drain from his body. This wouldn't do; if he kept reacting this way whenever she disobeyed him, they would both be miserable. He needed to find another approach.

With determination filling him, Kim strode purposefully toward their room and knocked on the door. "Lillia," he said through gritted teeth, his voice tight with control. "Open this door." There was a moment's pause before she replied weakly, "Go away."

He took another deep breath, trying to calm himself further. He knew she was still angry; they both were. But they needed to talk about this like adults. "Lillia," he said more quietly now, "please open the door. We need to discuss this rationally." When there was no response, he sighed and turned away from the door, going back into the living room. He sat down on the couch and stared at nothing in particular for a few minutes before finally saying, "Fine. I'll leave you alone for now. But we will talk about this later."

As the hours passed, he couldn't help but wonder if their marriage would ever work out like this. It was bad enough that

The sight of his wife's attire when she passed through the living room earlier had filled him with renewed anger and frustration, but he forced himself to remain where he was on the couch. He knew they needed to talk about their situation, but it seemed that she wasn't quite ready for that yet. Maybe if he gave her some space, she would eventually come around. In the meantime, there was nothing else he could do except wait and hope.

As time went by, Kim found himself growing increasingly anxious. He hated the feeling of helplessness that came with not being able to control his wife's actions or behavior. It wasn't who he was; it wasn't part of their arrangement. He had always been in charge before, and now everything seemed to be slipping out of his grasp.

Finally, after several hours had passed, Kim decided that enough was enough. He stood up from the couch and paced around the room, trying to work off some of his excess energy and frustration. Maybe if he went after her himself instead of waiting for her to come back on her own accord...

With a final deep breath, he grabbed his coat and keys off the table before heading out of the apartment building. It was late at night, but he had no intention of resting until he found Lillia and convinced her that they needed to talk about their problems like adults.

The bar she'd mentioned earlier wasn't hard to find; it was one of the more popular hangouts in town for people their age. As Kim walked inside, the loud music and bright lights assaulted his senses, but he focused on finding her amidst the crowd. After several minutes of searching, he finally spotted her sitting at a table with some friends, laughing and enjoying herself as if nothing were wrong.

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As he watched her from across the room, Kim's heart raced faster and faster with each passing second. Seeing her laugh and enjoy herself with her friends was a strange mixture of relief and anger; on one hand, it was good to know that she could still find happiness in other aspects of life despite their marriage problems. On the other hand, knowing that she could seemingly disregard him so easily only fueled his determination to make things right between them.

He fought against the urge to storm over there and drag her away from the table; he knew that would only make matters worse. Instead, he tried to calm himself down by taking slow, deep breaths as he made his way through the crowd. When he finally reached Lillia's side, she looked up at him in surprise before quickly glancing back down at her drink.

"Hello," he said coolly. "I thought you might like some company." There was a moment of awkward silence before she replied curtly, "I'm having fun with my friends, thank you." He resisted the urge to sigh in frustration; this wasn't going nearly as well as he had hoped it would.

Deciding on a different approach, Kim motioned for the bartender and ordered two glasses of champagne before turning back to Lillia. "Look," he began, forcing himself to remain calm despite the growing tension between them, "I know we've been having some problems lately, but I really think we need to talk about this like adults." She didn't reply immediately; instead she continued to stare at her drink as if it held all the answers.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally lifted her eyes back up to meet his gaze. "What do you want me to say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her reply stung like a slap across the face; he hadn't expected that she would react so negatively to his attempt at starting a conversation. But then again, their relationship had been strained ever since they were married, and it seemed like every move he made only served to make things worse. With a deep breath, Kim tried one more time.

"Look," he said quietly, "I'm not saying I did anything right either. I know my methods may have come off as harsh and demanding..." He trailed off, unsure of how else to phrase his thoughts without sounding patronizing or dismissive. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "All I want is for us to work through this together. I love you, Lillia, and I don't want our marriage to fail."

She let out a humorless laugh. "Love? You barely know me," she said bitterly. "You only married me because Mom arranged it, not because of who I am or what I want." The hurt in her voice was unmistakable, and for a brief moment Kim felt guilty for pushing her away so far. But he couldn't afford to show weakness now; they needed to find some sort of compromise if their marriage was ever going to stand a chance.

"Fine," she finally said after several tense seconds. "Let's go somewhere more... private." He nodded in agreement, and together they left the bar, navigating through the crowd toward the exit. Once they were outside, she stopped walking and turned back to face him. "But just so we're clear," she said with a steely glint in her eyes, "I want you to understand that I am my own person, and I won't be dictated to like some possession."

Kim took a step closer,

The tension in the air was palpable as they made their way home in separate cabs, each lost in their own thoughts. When he finally entered their apartment, Kim walked over to the island counter and took a seat across from her, his expression unreadable. He knew that he needed to find some sort of compromise with Lillia if their marriage was going to survive; he couldn't continue down this path where she constantly defied him and they ended up in these pointless arguments.

"Lillia," he said calmly, hoping that his tone would convey the sincerity he felt, "I understand that you have your own life and your own ideas about how things should be. And I want to respect that." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "But at the same time, we are married now, and we need to learn to work together as a team. I know my methods may have seemed harsh before, but it's only because I was trying to establish some sort of order in our lives."

She took a sip of her coffee before replying. "I get that," she said, her voice still cool and distant. "But you can't expect me to just do everything you say, all the time. We both have our own ideas about what we want out of life, and sometimes those ideas conflict with yours."

He nodded in understanding. "True enough," he agreed. "So why don't we try something new? Let's sit down together, talk about our expectations and desires, and see if we can come up with a compromise that works for both of us?" She raised an eyebrow at him sceptically but said nothing more. Maybe there was still hope for their marriage after all.

"Look," he continued, "I'm willing to make changes too, if that

His eyes widened at her words. The idea that she would reduce their marriage to nothing more than a business arrangement and a means to an end struck him deeply. For a moment, he was at a loss for words as anger, hurt, and frustration coursed through him in waves.

When he finally found his voice, it came out harsh and bitter. "Is that what you truly believe this is? A transaction? Something you can just take or leave as you please?" His gaze bored into hers, searching for any sign of regret or remorse, but she refused to yield.

"Fine," he snarled through gritted teeth. "If that's what it takes for you to understand your place in this family, then so be it." With a force born of desperation and fury, he stood up from his seat, towering over her as she sat there defiantly. His eyes narrowed to slits and his jaw clenched tightly.

"From now on," he growled through clenched teeth, "you will do everything I say, when I say it. You will obey me without question, and you will accept your role as my wife." He took a step closer, their faces only inches apart now. "And if that means having my child in order to secure our arrangement... then so be it."

There was silence for a long moment before she finally spoke. "You make it sound so easy," she spat, "like it's all just some game or challenge for you to win." Her voice trembled slightly with anger and hurt. "But what about me? Do you ever think about how I feel or what I want?"

He closed his eyes briefly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down before letting it out slowly. When he opened them again, his expression was hard as

His eyes narrowed further at her defiant tone. He couldn't believe she was being so unreasonable; this was not what he had expected when they got married. "Fine," he snarled, the word carrying more weight than it should have. "Then consider this your first lesson in obedience."

Before she could react, his hand shot out and slapped her across the face again. Harder this time. The shock on her features was almost satisfying to see, but only for a moment. His anger was still there, boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to consume him whole unless he found some way to release it. He took another step closer, their faces inches apart now.

"You're going to learn your place in this marriage," he growled through gritted teeth, "and you're going to start by obeying me." His hand lashed out again, striking her across the cheek even harder than before. She cried out in pain as she stumbled backward, landing hard against the counter behind her. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her face.

"You're pathetic," he hissed venomously. "I can't believe I ever thought you were strong enough to handle this." He took another step forward, looming over her now. "But you will learn. You will obey me, and you will accept your place as my wife, whether you like it or not."

With a final cruel slap across the cheek, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The sound echoed through the apartment as if to punctuate his rage and frustration. He knew that things couldn't go on like this; they needed to find some sort of compromise, some way to work together if their

The force with which she yanked him back toward her caught him off guard; his head snapped to the side as pain radiated through his neck. He stumbled forward, barely managing to keep his balance as his eyes widened in shock at her defiance. Her next action, though, was even more unexpected: she slapped him across the face with such force that it sent stars dancing across his vision.

"You..." he began hoarsely, but she cut him off before he could get any further.

"You're the one who's pathetic," she spat out, tears streaming down her face now as anger and hurt fused together inside her. "You think you can just control me, own me like some possession? Well guess what, Kim? That's not how it works." Her words stung him to the core; he had never expected this kind of resistance from her.

Before he could react further, she planted a hard kick into his groin that sent him doubled over in pain. Tears of rage welled up in his eyes as his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to lash out and hit her back, hurt her the way she'd hurt him; but he knew that would only make things worse.

"You need to learn your place," he ground out through gritted teeth as he fought to regain his composure, "and I am not going to let you get away with this." The words tasted bitter on his tongue, but they were true; he wouldn't let her win, no matter how much she defied him. Somehow, they would find their way back to each other, and their marriage would survive. It had to.

Kim glared at her as she pushed him down onto the bed. "You think that gives you the right to act however you want?" he demanded, his voice raw with emotion. "That just because of your family's position in the world, I should bend over backwards to please you?" His face flushed red with anger and shame as he fought to regain control over his temper.

She slapped him again across the cheek, and this time he didn't even bother trying to block it. The pain only fueled his anger further. "You don't understand," she said between clenched teeth, her eyes blazing with fury. "You are not the only one in this marriage who has power and influence."

He felt a surge of something strange course through him at her words; it was almost like relief. Perhaps there was hope for them after all. But he couldn't let her think that she had won this battle so easily. With all his strength, he grabbed her by the wrist and pinned her down beneath him, staring into her defiant eyes.

"And neither are you," he growled through gritted teeth. "I am your husband now, and we are in this together. You will learn to obey me, just as I will learn to respect your position." He paused for a moment, searching her face for any sign of submission or fear, but found none. Only determination. And yet there was something else there too; something that told him they were not so different after all.

With one final, powerful thrust, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. Their tongues tangled together as their bodies writhed against each other in a dance of dominance and submission, seeking a balance between them. It was a tense, desperate embrace, filled with more anger and frustration

The slap across his already stinging cheek brought him back to reality with a start. Her grip on his face was bruisingly tight; he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin as she glared down at him. The anger and defiance in her eyes sent a shiver down his spine, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion: determination.

"Is that what you want?" he demanded, his voice low and intense. "For me to obey you unquestioningly? Because I can tell you right now, that's not going to happen." Her grip loosened slightly at his words, and he took advantage of the opening by leaning in closer, his lips mere inches from hers once more.

His breath caught in his throat at the sound of her whispered words. They rang through him like a warning bell, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. He knew that he couldn't resist her forever; eventually she would wear him down and he would have no choice but to submit to her will. But he also knew that if he didn't try at least to fight back for some kind of equal footing in their marriage, it would only make things worse in the long run.

"And what makes you think I'd ever let you have that much power over me?" he retorted, his voice barely above a whisper as well. "You may own a company and come from an important family, but so do I. We are equals in this marriage, whether you like it or not."

Her grip on his face tightened again at his words, her features contorting into a mask of anger and disbelief.

He felt her hand slide down his chest, stopping just above the waistband of his pants. The touch sent an involuntary shiver through him, and he struggled to keep his breathing even. He knew that she was right; she did have power over him, at least in this one aspect. But he wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much it meant to him to feel wanted, desired by her.

With a harsh laugh, he reached up and captured one of her wrists before pulling her arm down roughly against his body. "You may own my company," he growled through clenched teeth, "but you don't own me." He leaned in closer still, until their noses were almost touching. "And I will never let you forget that."

Her eyes flashed with anger and defiance, but for a moment there was something else there too; a flicker of uncertainty. Perhaps there was more to this marriage than either of them had realized, if they could both find a way to balance their strengths against each other without destroying everything they held dear. But whether or not that was possible remained to be seen.

Heat flooded his cheeks as she cupped his groin through the fabric of his pants. The contact sent a jolt of desire coursing through him despite himself, and it took every ounce of willpower not to buck his hips against her hand in response. But he knew better than to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected him; if there was any chance for them to find common ground, they needed to maintain some semblance of control over their emotions.

His eyes narrowed at her smirk as she withdrew her hand. "Is that supposed to be a threat?" he asked coldly. She shrugged nonchalantly, and for a moment, they stared each other down again, neither willing to back down or admit defeat in this silent power struggle.

The air between them felt charged with tension; it hung heavy and oppressive like a thick fog, obscuring their vision of anything but the immediate confrontation at hand. It was as if they were both waiting for the other to make some sort of move, some mistake that would give them the upper hand in this endless battle for dominance and respect.

But even as he searched her expression for some hint of weakness, some chink in her armor, he knew that there wasn't one. She was strong, willful, and utterly unyielding; everything he had ever wanted in a woman but also the source of his greatest frustration. And though it pained him to admit it even to himself, deep down he doubted there would ever come a day when they truly found common ground, when their marriage became more than just a series of skirmishes and power plays.

Perhaps, he thought with a sinking feeling in his gut, this was all just meant to end like this; with them standing face-to-face, each

Kim raised an eyebrow at her suggestion. It was the last thing he had expected her to propose, but it also made sense in a twisted sort of way. If they could find a way to maintain this façade outside of their bedroom, then perhaps they could use that as a foundation upon which to rebuild their marriage.

He considered her offer for a moment longer before finally speaking. "On one condition," he said carefully. "And that is, that we both understand that what happens between us in private remains just that: private." He fixed his gaze on hers, searching for any sign of deception or manipulation, but found none.

"Agreed," she replied simply. "We'll keep up the charade, and you can have your obedient housewife, while I get my submissive husband. It's a win-win situation." Her words sent a shiver down his spine; there was an almost predatory quality to her tone that made him suspect she was enjoying this game of power and control as much as he was.

But for now, at least, they had come to an understanding. A fragile peace had been brokered between them, built upon a foundation of mutual respect and the knowledge that their marriage was too important to destroy over petty differences and ego-driven desires. Only time would tell if this new arrangement would last, or if it was merely a temporary truce before their inevitable return to open conflict.

Kim took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and nodded once. "Very well," he said gruffly. "I will obey you as my wife... for now." Her smirk widened at his words; she knew exactly what he meant. And with that understanding came the realization that their marriage might not be completely doomed after

When she wrapped the silk tie around his head, it wasn't entirely unpleasant; in fact, there was something oddly arousing about being blindfolded by her. He could feel his heart racing and his breath coming faster as he lay back on the bed, anticipating whatever she had planned next.

As for her question about how many women he had been with... well, it wasn't something he particularly wanted to think about right now. Truth be told, the number was embarrassingly high; he hadn't exactly been faithful in his past relationships. But that didn't matter anymore. Now that he was married to her, his focus should be solely on their connection and building a life together.

Or so he tried to convince himself. It wasn't easy admitting that she might have some point about him needing to change certain aspects of his behavior, but at least for now, they had reached some sort of understanding. Perhaps there was hope for them yet; a chance to make their marriage work after all.

He listened intently as she moved closer on the bed, her footsteps growing louder until he could feel her warmth enveloping him once more. Her hands began tracing patterns along his chest and stomach, teasingly close but never quite touching where he ached for her touch. It was maddening in its own way; she had complete control over the situation, over him. And yet there was something thrilling about that too.

As her fingers continued their dance across his skin, Kim closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sensations she was causing rather than dwell on thoughts of the past or worries about the future. For now, he would simply enjoy being with her; whatever game she wanted to play, he would play by her rules.

The vibrator against his groin sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, intensifying with every passing second. He arched his back, helpless to do anything as the sensations consumed him. It had been a while since he'd experienced such a physical response to something like this; perhaps it was because she was in control or maybe it was just that her touch seemed so much more... intimate than anything else he'd ever known. Whatever the reason, there was no denying that being with her brought out a side of him he hadn't expected.

He moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow as she continued to tease and torment him with the vibrator. His hips bucked against her touch, but whether it was because he wanted release or just needed more contact, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that this feeling was too good to resist; he couldn't possibly last much longer at this rate.

"You're doing so well," she cooed, sounding pleased with herself. "I didn't think you could be such a good boy." Her words sent another shiver through him, and he bit back a groan as she increased the speed of the vibrator. He clenched his fists in the sheets above his head, trying to focus on something else besides the sensations racing through his body.

But it was no use; the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. With a cry that sounded more like a plea than anything else, he came hard, his entire body shuddering with release as hot liquid spilled out around the vibrator. He felt her smile against his skin as she continued to move against him, riding out the waves of his orgasm until they both subsided.

Panting heavily, he opened his eyes

He felt a blush creep up his neck as he realized she was right; his underwear was soaked through. His face flushed even hotter at the thought of her having to deal with the mess later. He should have been more careful... but then again, it wasn't as if he had any experience being denied release in this way. At least not until now.

Swallowing hard, he reached down and began tugging awkwardly at his pants, trying to shift them enough so that the evidence of his embarrassment would be hidden from view. As he worked on unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, he glanced over at her. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, shame and self-loathing filling him up.

Her smile was soft now, almost gentle. She reached out a hand and cupped his cheek, brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "It's okay," she whispered. "We all make mistakes."

And with that, some of the tension seemed to leave his body. He wasn't sure if it was because he truly believed her or because he was simply exhausted from everything that had happened over the past few hours. Either way, he found himself relaxing into the touch of her hand, feeling oddly comforted by her presence despite the power dynamic between them.

As they lay there together in the afterglow of their encounter, Kim couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this was what marriage was supposed to be: a dance of dominance and submission, of love and hate, of giving and taking. And maybe, just maybe, with time and patience, they could find a way to make it work for them after all.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her skin against his as their breathing began to slow down once

The warmth spreading across his cheeks intensified as she spoke, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame. He nodded mutely in understanding; if this was what it meant to be her husband, then he would have to abide by her rules, no matter how unfair they might seem.

With a deep breath, he began unbuttoning his shirt and slipping it off his shoulders, revealing the expanse of his chest. Her words echoed in his mind as he reached for the button of his pants, careful not to rush or make any mistakes that might earn him another punishment. He could feel her eyes on him as he slowly peeled down his pants and boxers, revealing himself to her once again.

She nodded approvingly when he was completely naked before her. "Now," she said, her voice taking on a softer tone despite the sternness in her expression. "Lay back down." He obeyed without hesitation, his body tensing slightly at the thought of being vulnerable once more beneath her gaze.

As he lay there waiting for whatever punishment or pleasure she had in store for him next, a part of him couldn't help but feel grateful that despite everything they had been through so far today - their fight, their make-up sex, this bizarre roleplaying game of dominance and submission - she still wanted to be with him. It was something he hadn't expected, and yet here it was: proof that perhaps there was hope for them after all.

He closed his eyes, steeling himself for whatever she had planned next, hoping that maybe this time things would be different; that they could find some common ground on which to build their marriage together instead of constantly tearing each other down over imagined slights and misguided ideas of power and control

He forced his eyes open and looked up at her as she pushed the red cloak away, revealing her breasts once more. The sight filled him with a mix of desire and self-loathing; how could he want someone who had just threatened to make him lick his own cum? But there it was, undeniable now: he did want her, needed her in some twisted way that he couldn't begin to understand.

As she slid out of the gown and let it pool around her feet, his eyes traced a path down her body, lingering on the curve of her hips and the soft mound of flesh revealed by her lack of underwear. His heart raced faster in his chest at the sight, and he knew that if she asked him to touch her now, he wouldn't be able to resist.

He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry as he waited for her next command, wondering what sort of punishment or pleasure she had in store for him this time. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of it, and for a moment, he wasn't sure which was more terrifying: the idea of living with this constant state of uncertainty or going back to the life he had led before her.

Somehow, in this strange dance they were now engaged in, there was an honesty between them that went beyond anything he had ever known before. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, like standing on the edge of a cliff with nothing but faith in each other to keep them from falling.

But then again, perhaps that was what marriage was really about: trusting someone else enough to let them see you as you truly are; flaws and all. And maybe, just maybe, if they could find a way to make it work despite those flaws and differences, they might actually

He groaned, feeling his body respond even before he'd fully processed her words. She wanted him to touch himself while he serviced her... it was almost too much. His fingers trembled as he reached down and began stroking his erection, imagining the taste of her against his lips.

With a desperate moan, he lowered his head and positioned himself between her legs. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, making it impossible to think clearly or focus on anything but the need to please her. He brushed his tongue across her smooth folds, tasting her essence for the first time and feeling an unfamiliar ache spread through his chest.

As he licked and suckled at her moist entrance, his other hand continued its relentless pace on his cock, his vision blurring with need as images of them together flooded his mind. It was strange, being in this position; submissive and pleasuring another person. But there was something strangely exhilarating about it too. Perhaps if they could find a way to keep these moments of intimacy and trust alive despite the power struggles and arguments that were sure to come, then maybe their marriage had a chance after all.

He increased his ministrations, becoming more demanding with both his tongue and fingers as he neared the edge of release. Her hips bucked beneath him, urging him on as her cries filled the room, echoing through his body like a drug. And when she came, her tight muscles clenching around his tongue and fist, he couldn't help but follow soon after, groaning her name as hot liquid spilled onto his hand and stomach.

For a moment, they lay there, caught in the web of their shared pleasure and exhaustion

His breath came in ragged gasps as he stared up at her, still feeling the echoes of pleasure reverberating through his body. The words she had spoken didn't sit well with him; they were demeaning and humiliating, and yet there was something about being in this role that brought out a part of him he hadn't known existed.

As if sensing his discomfort, she leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. "It's just a game," she whispered softly when they finally parted. Her touch seemed to have a calming effect on him, soothing the anger and shame that had been building up inside him since their fight earlier.

He nodded slowly in understanding. Of course it was just a game; they were just playing pretend, trying to find some way to cope with the tension between them. But for now, at least, this strange dynamic they'd created seemed to be working. Maybe, if they could continue to explore these boundaries and find ways to make their marriage work within them, they wouldn't have to resort back to the power struggles and resentment that had plagued them before.

As he lay there with her, their breathing slowly returning to normal, he couldn't help but wonder if maybe there was hope for them after all. Maybe it would take more than just love and trust; perhaps they needed this... strange dynamic too. And if so, then perhaps together they could find some sort of equilibrium that would allow them both to be happy in their marriage despite their differences.

The idea frightened him as much as it filled him with hope, but for now, he was content to lie here and bask in the afterglow of their intimate encounter; grateful for however long it lasted before reality intruded once again.