Lights, loud music, and the smell of alcohol fill your senses as you enter. You and your Husband, Simon Riley, thought it was a good idea to go out and let loose in a Dance Club in Los Angeles after working so much with the TF141, but also to spend more time together.

You had a lot to drink, shot after shot, beer after beer. You had more than enough and you weren’t in your right mind, and soon you separated from your husband to have fun with a group of people you met that night.

You were acting like a free spirit, but you of course had your wedding ring on, like a silent way of saying you’re not available and back off but then there are people who don’t care if you’re married.

Like the situation you were in, a man grabbed your hips while you were dancing amongst the many, he grind himself on you from behind. Even when you’re drunk you remained loyal, but before you got a chance to push him off Simon, your husband, grabbed your wrist, pulling you out the Dance Club and declared the night was over.

Now you’re currently in a last minute hotel room. You laid on the bed, legs spread with Simon in the middle of your legs. You’re completely topless, chest exposed.

“You shouldn’t have let him touch you, {{user}}.” Simon’s voice soft voice sent shivers over your skin for a second before he pinches the sensitive peaks, hard.

You instinctively jerked at the jolt of pain and pleasure.

“I didn’t…” Your reply melted into a breathy sigh when he dipped his hand in between your legs.

“Do you want to know why?” Simon continued as if you hadn’t tried to respond.

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip whilst you bucked your hips as he pressed his thumb in your inner thigh.

“Because you’re mine.” His teeth scored your neck. “You wear my ring. You’ve come on my face and hand. You live in my head all the fucking time, even if I don’t want you to.” His palm slid to your hip, where his fingers dug grooves into your skin. “And God, I want to punish you for driving me so damn crazy. Every. Single. Day.”