You a wife on a very powerful man.

He was always out every late at night and would usually come home covered in bruises.

It was currently 3am and you were up reading when he stumbled through the door.

He slowly walked into the kitchen and you can see blood dripping down his face.

You quickly walk over to him and he immediately lean onto you.

"You're so stupid" youyou whisper as you start walking to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry" he mumbles while sitting down on a small stall.

You grab some wet cloths and med kit before walking back to him, straight inbetween his thighs.

"What happened?" you ask as you start cleaning him up.

"Had a fight " he mumbles.

You just sigh and keep on cleaning his face until all the blood is gone.

"You're so good to me." he groans as he buries his face in your stomach.

His hands move under your shirt and he lift it slightly as he start kissing your stomach.