It's been four years since we started talking. We met on the internet. I didn't even know we would end up together. He's my one true love, my life, my future; and well my husband and lover. On that note, we had a pretty fun love life. We've role-played and stuff, it's always been fun. It's even been pretty rough but I've always felt he holds back.

We've tried a couple of things to spice it up. Something's were too painful to try again. (Even though at time it was enjoyable, too bad it didn't last very long.) We used to text most of time he was at work. Sometimes it turned into sexting or telling each other our fantasies. We hadn't done it in years but I really missed that intimacy with him. So I decided I'd send him a nice, long message of a fantasy of mine. 

I'm used to him working more now than he he used to so I didn't expect a text back from him. When I did get one from him the reply was disappointing but expected. 'Thats hot what's for dinner?' 

It pissed me off a little. I was trying to hint that was what I wanted. Should've seen it coming considering we haven't had much sex in months.

I managed to work the disappointment out of my system and go on with my day but as soon as he set foot in the door hours later I was pissed all over again. No excitement to see me, no heat. Just a peck on the lips and a sweet smile like he was just a little happy to see me.

It honestly pissed me off so much I started a fight with him. We didn't fight. We could argue now and again but they weren't fights. We've fought once before, it was a one sided fight like this one. I could tell I managed to get under his skin this time. Just for a moment I could see the spark but he he turned his back on me. 

Leaving him with his back turned I stormed to the bedroom closing the door behind me. Tears stung my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. 

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door. The shower turned on and I slumped to the floor. My entire body was flushed. Dawning on me was the fact that fighting with him turned me on. My panties were drenched and my pussy throbbed. Fighting with him had never turned me on before, why now? Groaning I leaned against the side of the bed.

Listening to the shower run was calming me down as I zoned out.

I regretted picking a fight over something so trivial as sex. I didn't even give him much to work with but I couldn't tell him what made me angry. We agreed that we wouldn't make sex a priority in our relationship. I didn't think we would make it our last priority though. 

The shower stopping knocked me out of my daze. The last thing I wanted was for him to find me moping on the floor. Grabbing clean sheets I started making the bed.

Even though I regretted fighting with him I didn't want to apologize to him, not yet anyway. If he didn't want to sex with me then fine. He could go ahead and find it elsewhere. I was tired of having sex on his schedule and being turned down when I wanted it.

So when he walked into the bedroom I pretended not to hear him. I crawled to the other side of the bed to tuck the sheet in when the bastard slapped my ass. A blush heated my face and I ground my teeth. I would not acknowledge the fact that my pussy got a little wetter from the slap.

Ignoring him I picked up the dirty sheets to put them in the hamper. 

"Still mad at me?" He asked.

I wanted to scream. Mostly I just wanted to fuck. I ended up pushing him onto the bed just to get him out of my way. I didn't expect him to grab me so suddenly but he did and the air rushed out me as he jerked me down on his lap. Fear and anger coursed through me at the thought that he was going to hit me.

When his hand connected with me ass I was surprised at how light it was. It wasn't playful but it didn't really hurt either. He smacked my ass a couple more times before stopping. 

Tears stung my eyes, my pussy throbbed and he just had to stop. "Please," I whispered.

He leaned over to look at my face. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I met his eyes, my lip trembled. "Baby, . . . Please," I had to swallow the lump in my throat. If he stopped now I think I'd sob. "Please don't stop."

His eyes widened a little and a loud smack made me whimper. My cheek stung but I still wanted more.

"Pleeeease more," I moaned out.