Unexpected Top(7)
Len got home from helping a friend move a few moments after five and made a beeline for the fridge. Cissy had purposely left several chores undone, things Len should be helping take care of anyway but never did, which left her to do them and resent him. Not this time. Nope, the trash wasn’t collected and out to the curb, the recycling wasn’t sorted, and the returnable bottles hadn’t been brought to the store.
She’d even let some of the things she’d normally do slide, like folding the three loads of laundry sitting in baskets on the family room floor and loading the dishwasher. Cissy sat on the couch with a cup of tea and waited for him to decide what he wanted to do. The way she looked at it, even if she had to blow Len a couple of times that night, the house would be clean. A sore jaw was a small price to pay, especially since she knew it was only the first phase of her plan.
Besides, as she was finding out, it was pretty freaking hot to take away Len’s control. The way he responded to it, to her—there was no way to describe it that actually caught the essence of how it made her feel. All she knew was that she wanted to feel that more often.
Soon she heard banging and then Len walked past her with a bag, presumably to collect garbage upstairs. Cissy smiled, hiding her grin behind her tea mug. A few moments later, Len returned.
“I did the garbage and recycling.” He began to unzip, but Cissy stopped him with a wave of her hand.
“Remember, I inspect, and you only get your reward if you’ve done the job to my satisfaction.”
Len grunted but backed up a step. Hopping to her feet, Cissy went outside and then made a show of checking out the job he’d done, though really, how could someone mess up garbage and recycling? She stayed out on the street for a few moments, making Len sweat, before returning.
“Was everything okay?” The amount of trepidation in his voice made Cissy want to chuckle, but she fought to keep a straight face.
“Yes.”
“Can I have my reward then?”
“Well, it depends.”
Len’s face fell. “On what?”
“If you do the dishes too, I’ll blow you instead of giving you a hand job.”
“But I thought—”
“Take it or leave it, Len. I don’t have to do any of this.”
He looked about to say something, but then nodded. “Let’s eat and I’ll do the dishes. But then I want my dick sucked.”
“And if you’re a good boy, you’ll get it.” Cissy left the room and went to check on the dinner she’d put in the Crock-Pot earlier. “Can you set the table?”
Len grumbled something about there being no reward for that, but Cissy ignored him. After dinner was over, Len quickly gathered the stuff on the table and loaded everything into the dishwasher. He was jamming things in haphazardly, obviously anxious to get on with his night, and Cissy stopped him.
“What?”
“Honey, you can’t just throw everything in there. Things will break, or they won’t get clean.”
“You’re never happy with how I load the dishwasher,” he groused, and Cissy suppressed a sigh. Really, how freaking hard was it to load a dishwasher in a manner where all the items could be properly cleaned?
She moved a couple of things around, showing him why the dishes would be better cleaned in that setup than the way he’d been doing things, then left him to it again as she wrapped the remains of dinner and put it away in the fridge. Cissy had no intention of getting on her knees right there in the kitchen to suck Len’s cock, so she retreated to the bedroom, where Len joined her a few moments later.
“I started the dishwasher.” Cissy wouldn’t be able to inspect his work that way, and she suspected he knew that, but still she went out to the kitchen and checked that he’d hand-washed the Crock-Pot properly and wiped down all the counters.
“You did well tonight,” she remarked as she entered the bedroom. Sliding onto the bed, she lay down on her back. This way was more comfortable for her than kneeling on her bad knee and she doubted Len would care what position she was in. Cissy crooked a finger at her husband and it didn’t take him long to catch on. Unzipping his shorts so quickly Cissy was afraid for the viability of the erection tenting them, he then dropped them to the floor along with his boxers. With a grin, Len climbed onto the bed.
“Reward me, baby.”
She met his stare levelly. “I keep my promises.”
His hands fumbled with his cock until he finally managed to take himself in hand, guiding the fat head toward her waiting mouth. When she took him inside, he let out an agitated hiss and she sucked a little harder, eliciting a groan. Cissy didn’t care what conventional wisdom said, when a woman was sucking a man’s cock she was the one in control. Sure, he might be the one getting pleasured, but even on her knees she firmly believed the woman held the reins.