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It was early Saturday morning, around 8:41 am.
Bree yawned wide, not bothering to cover her mouth as she lay in nothing but a small tight black t-shirt that stretched mercilessly across her large breasts and blue string bikini panties. She lay on her back watching the large mounted flat screen TV that hung on the wall, her long newly colored dark curls fanned out around her head on the sofa pillow.
Her eyes thick with dark lashes, heavy lidded, batted slowly as she adjusted the square red rimmed glasses that had slid down her nose. She could barely keep her eyes open, but the infomercial about the great new kitchen appliance was too good to be missed.
Bree’s creative flow surged in abundance during the night hours, so that’s when she worked. She was actually winding down from her work day. Keyes would be getting up for his if it wasn’t Saturday, though she was sure she heard him say he had some work to go over, the night before; but she couldn’t remember a thing really as sleep was about to take her anytime now.
“Fuck! Are you ever gonna use that damn desk!?” Keyes’ deep voice petulantly grumbled as he came into the den in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his sandy blonde hair was all over his head like he had been electrocuted. His tall lean muscled body uncharacteristically lumbered across the room, his limbs obviously still asleep.
His already bitter mood, having had to sleep alone while Bree worked through the night, was ignited to annoyance by the familiar scene of their disheveled den.
Bree’s laptop, markers, pens and papers were strewn all over the large square coffee table that she worked at instead of the expensive art desk he had bought her when they first moved in.
“Hmm?” Bree replied absently though sweetly, slow to comprehend what was being said as she looked up innocently from the oversized bright orange sofa that she was laying on. The den in their home had become her office but not only having the amenities of a small yet first rate art studio, it also had the amenities of a comfortable plush den.
“Are you gonna use that desk?” he asked again curtly, glancing in the corner at the desk that should have been covered in cobwebs from no use. “You have all your shit on the coffee table.” Keyes stumbled angrily in front of the sofa staring at the disarray.
Bree slowly squinted, staring at him; taken aback by his tone. But she was too tired to fight and seeing his own work in his arms, she sat up silently and sluggishly gathered her things; stacking the papers, gathering the pens and pencils, and grabbing up her laptop. She didn’t look at him or respond as he sat down where she had gotten up from and put his coffee cup down then his own papers and computer.
She knew he was just being a grouch, though she didn’t like being chastised so early in the morning even if it was her bedtime.
Keyes grabbed the remote and turned to something he could have on as background noise, leaving room for Bree to come back and lay down. He looked back at her unused desk, her things stacked upon it rather haphazardly. And he turned to the door of the den just in time to see her walking out.
He sighed as a pang of guilt rang out in his chest, his shoulders slumping as he turned back to his papers and got to work.
Sometime later after finishing his paperwork, which he grumble all the way through and having a quiet breakfast (he hated that, the quiet breakfast, especially when Bree was in the house but still he had to eat alone. Travis teased him about and how he should enjoy the quiet. But he couldn’t help it, he enjoyed his girl’s company); he played a few video games and zoned out himself, channel surfing and watching videos online before he headed upstairs.
Keyes made a promise to himself, that he wouldn’t bring anymore work home, and if he did (which he most likely would), he wouldn’t take his frustrations out on Bree. She was sweet as honey but she had a bad, bad temper when pushed too far, and she knew exactly how to push his buttons right back.
Luckily, he thought, she was pretty tired so she probably wouldn’t remember anything when she woke up; though he wanted to make sure of that and he had just the plan to make sure that happened.
He opened the door to their bedroom slowly; it was late afternoon, and it was still blaringly bright outside, all the blinds and curtains in the room were drawn. (Keyes had opened them up before he went down stairs earlier that morning.) The room was shady and cool like a delicious comfortable cave in the afternoon.
Bree was sound asleep in the middle of the bed on top of the bedding, her legs prone and her arms over her head. She looked like someone had thrown her on the bed and left her for dead.
Keyes stopped in his tracks making sure not to wake her, she didn’t move; the only things that stirred were their two pets lying on the bed with her.
There was the new small Alaskan malamute puppy Keyes had brought home which immediately took to Bree and she promptly named him Loki; and her plump, overly affectionate long haired orange and white cat named Bubbi.
Both animals looked up, giving him a dispassionate look before snuggling back into their perspective places; Loki at her feet and Bubbi on the pillow beside her head.
Keyes breath caught for a moment, the ‘adult videos’ he had been watching online for the last hour had prompted his foray upstairs. (He had wanted Bree to get a few more hours sleep before he woke her up, but he couldn’t hold out any longer.) And now seeing her so exposed and vulnerable, she was his for the taking and he had to have her. His cock throbbed wildly, as lightness in his belly sent a rush of pleasure through him.
He slowly stroked his painfully stiff cock through the fabric of his boxer briefs before absently sliding them down his legs and hastily stepping out of them, his eyes never leaving the curves of Bree’s body as she slept peacefully. He had resisted touching himself while he watched video after video, now it was time for his pay off.
Naked, his rock hard thick meaty member bobbed in front of him as he strode determined across the room.
Keyes stood for several moments staring at his family, smiling to himself, before crawling carefully and slowly into the bed trying his best not to disturb his sleeping beauty. His face contorting at every squeak and movement of the bed. Still she didn’t move.
“Sorry Loki, you gotta go.” Keyes whispered, lifting the fuzzy gray and white puppy that looked around wildly at the sudden interruption of his sleep, and setting him in his doggy bed that was at the foot of their bed.
The agitated puppy began to whimper and stood ready to jump back up to his already warm spot, but Keyes cut the small animal a severe look that he stopped wide eyed, his little ears back.
“Stay.” Keyes hissed sternly, letting the puppy know who the alpha was in the house. Loki seemed to pout, defeated, before walking in several small circles and curling into a ball on his bed. His sad eyes trying to get Keyes to reconsider, but Keyes had turned and was back to the task at hand.
Keyes didn’t bother with Bubbi as of yet, he knew the cat would get the hint once he got started.
Keyes knelt in front of Bree her legs that were wide open before him; he was rubbing his muscled thighs anxiously not knowing where to begin.
He liked watching her sleep. In all the time they had been together, he still hadn’t told her how he just liked to watch her in those quiet moments.
His green sultry eyes roamed over her gradually as if photographing her. Her small t-shirt barely contained her breasts and the huge bare mounds were teasingly visible from beneath the edge of the fabric. Not too much, just the right tantalizing amount to cause his manhood to begin to throb again. He swallowed absently as his mouth watered. His hot tongue darted out of his mouth and around his lips.
His mind was dashing from one erotic thought to another, but one was in the forefront. His mouth curved into a wicked toothy grin as he let it flourish.
Keyes imaged tackling Bree roughly, one hand over her mouth then grabbing her wrists tightly with the other; growling angrily in her ear, rousing her from the pleasant slumber with carnal panic as he ripped at her clothes. Pulling her flimsy panties to the side of her pussy and plowing abruptly and ruthlessly into her before she knew what had happened to her.
Her eyes would pop open in confused fear. She would scream into his hand. She would definitely struggle. His grin grew wider, his hand gliding over his chest anxiously as he continued to go over the lusty scenario.
His blood was boiling as currents of hot lewd pleasure coursed through him; he could feel his heart pounding wildly.
The thought of her under him wriggling and writhing for freedom. Her muscles tense and strong, working against the power of his own. He would have to work to keep her in check. She was pretty powerful herself, which he loved all the more.
He wouldn’t let her work herself into too much of a frenzy, tears from her would definitely kill the game, wouldn’t they? No, he wouldn’t let himself go that far.
He pushed the growing obscene thought away, for now.
He would finally whisper in her ear that everything would be ok, that he didn’t want to hurt her. Maybe she would recognize his voice in her blind panic. Maybe she would remember his familiar weight on her body, his scent in her nostrils and become a part of the game. Maybe she wouldn’t and that could be fun too.
His breath caught in his throat at the thought of the look of anguish and pleasure on her face until her senses came and she realized it was him.
She did like it rough, and she definitely loved reluctance play. He did too. He loved the chase, the hunt; and she loved running and being caught.
Yes, that was a great idea, but not one for today. The thoughts had made him so hot, he was already beaded with sweat and he hadn't even touched her yet. She lay before him, oblivious, unmoving except for the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Keyes inched a bit closer to Bree, suddenly he was tentative almost shy. At first, his hands just grazed the skin of her calf as he watched her face. Then he touched her on her calf letting his whole hand feel the warm softness of her skin.
She didn’t move. He watched her face intently as his placed his other hand on her other calf. Still she was unaffected. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face as he tried to slow his excited breathing.
