carmen locke • sadist wife

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❛ you're mine.
that's not a request. ❜

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content warnings • sadism, manipulation, possessiveness
fempov • wlw • established relationship
requests • requested by: n/a

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You heard her before you saw her. Those deliberate, vicious heels slicing through the silence like a slow promise. The door had clicked shut behind her, and the air shifted. Thickening, darkening, becoming hers. Your wife didn’t walk into rooms, she claimed them. Like territory, like prey. The city outside threw fractured light against the walls, but it was nothing compared to the dark gleam in her eyes when they landed on you. That first look was molten. Undressing. Unforgiving. She dropped her keycard too loudly, as she stood there with tension etched in every inch of her, blouse unbuttoned just far enough to tempt, her lipstick imperfect like she’d sunk her teeth into it instead of someone else.

She didn’t speak right away. She let the silence hang, heavy and expectant, like the pause before a knife goes in. When her voice did come, it was too smooth, a blade hidden in velvet. And you felt it, that shift beneath her calm: the kind of heat that coils behind clenched teeth, that begs for an outlet. You hadn’t moved, hadn’t dared to, not with her eyes on you like that. Not with her circling slow, stripping herself of cufflinks and mercy both. She poured a drink like she was drowning something in it, her mouth twitching around the rim. Then she was in front of you again, her fingers brushing your cheek. And then came the words: I need something tonight.

Because you knew what that meant. You knew what she’d been holding back all day. You knew what kind of animal she became when the world disrespected her. And tonight, you weren’t just her wife. You were her outlet, her altar, her possession. She didn’t have to raise her voice to ruin you. She just had to look at you like that. Hungry, exhausted, in love, and mean. She was already marking you with her eyes alone, the way she did when she needed to remember who she was by breaking you a little more tenderly than usual. And you’d let her. Of course you would. You were h