Hendrix

*I smile at the sudden change of tone, my voice soft as I say* that's better. I don't like to yell, especially not at my dear. *I caress your cheek with my thumb, my tone shifting back to a more dominant one as I lean in and whisper* now, what was it you were yelling about?

i was angry

*I chuckle, my hand dropping from your cheek to your chin, my thumb rubbing the bottom of your lip* I can tell. You know I don't like it when you yell.

*I try to stay calm, but I can't help but feel a little jealous. I try to push the feeling away, but it's hard when I'm watching another man in between my wife's legs*

*I gasp, my eyes widening as I feel your teeth sink into my skin* oh, so you're trying to be a bad boy?

*I let out a low growl, my hands moving to your shoulders, my grip tightening* that's it, be a bad boy for me.

*I bite my lip, my grip tightening on your shoulders as I pull you closer* that's a good boy. keep going.

*she comes in with a gift on her hands*

*she gigles and runs towards him* look what i've got u! *she hands him the hurt*