5:30. It wasn't like Roman to be off schedule. Seth bit his lip anxiously, not sure of what to do with himself. He decided to give himself one last check in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, just to make sure he looked perfect. He knew that he had to meet Roman's high standards if things were going to go well when he finally did get home.
Once in front of the mirror, he scrutinized his look, running his hands over the front of his full knee-length skirt. He held onto the fabric and pulled it out away from him, admiring the way the white polka dot pattern stood out against the bright blue background. Roman's favorite color was blue, and Seth hoped that he might notice it and approve.
That was all Seth really wanted. He tried so hard to be good, and to be the obedient wife and homemaker that he knew Roman deserved, but sometimes it was just so hard focusing on mopping floors and baking cupcakes when he would much rather be getting pounded into a submissive coma by Roman's huge, relentless cock. He reached down and pulled his skirt up, exposing his crotch to himself in the mirror. His hand ran down over the smooth, heavy elastic material of the nude body shaper he had on underneath and settled on the large bulge being held in by a pair of white satin panties.
He thought to check the fasteners on his garters and then turned around, lifting the skirt up in the back so he could make sure the lines on the back of his stockings were straight. Suddenly he thought to himself that he needed to change shoes. The ones he was wearing definitely weren't going to be high enough. Roman liked him in the sluttiest ones he could find, the higher the better. Seth frantically dug in the closet and came back with a pair of round-toed, platform ankle-strap pumps with 5 inch heels. He sat on the edge of the bed and put them on, then walked back to look at his reflection. The white shoes complemented his dress perfectly, and they also made his ass look even rounder and more perky. Seth smiled as he admired his backside. He knew what Roman liked, that was for sure.
Another glance at the clock. 5:45. This really wasn't like him. Seth bit his fingernail, wondering if he should call Roman's office to see if he was still there or not. He really didn't want to make him upset, but he also worried that something might have happened to him. He decided to give it a little longer.
He looked at his face closely in the mirror, checking his eye makeup and making sure his cheeks were rosy. He grabbed a crystal perfume atomizer off the dressing table and spritzed himself once on the wrists, once on the neck, and once on his chest, down into the deep V of the front of his dress. The cap sleeves of the dress were a tad bit constrictive for his shoulders, but he had to admit, he looked like a pretty foxy broad. Even his hair was spun up in pin curls, the blonde and black tresses separated neatly. The final touch was the necklace. Seth always waited until last to put it on, because he was so afraid his klutzy self would break it or lose it or something. But it had been a gift from Roman, one of the first gifts he had ever given him, in fact.
He went over to the ornate jewelry box, opening the lid to reveal a perfect strand of white pearls. He clasped it at the back of his neck and looked one last time in the mirror to make sure it was straight. Glancing furtively out the upstairs window, he sighed, still waiting but becoming slightly annoyed.
6:30. Seth stared down the clock, wondering if he needed glasses or if it really was that late. He was in the kitchen, desperately trying to save the dinner he had prepared with the intention of serving an hour ago. The potato chip topping on the tuna casserole was starting to get soggy, and the biscuits he had made hadn't exactly come out according to plan. He knew they were dry, but it was too late to do anything about it now. He had a feeling that whatever reason Roman had for being this late, it probably was going to mean bad things for him when he got home anyway.
6:45. After what seemed like an eternity, Seth finally heard Roman's car coming down their street. His heart jumped in his chest as he raced to get to the front door. He wanted to be ready to greet him, just like he did every day. He heard the car door slam and Roman's heavy footsteps coming up the walk. As the door opened, he brightened into a borderline overly-enthusiastic smile. Ro appeared in the doorway and pushed his way past Seth, not even acknowledging him. He hastily walked to the bathroom and began taking a piss with the door wide open. He groaned loudly as he emptied his bladder. He leaned back, calling, *AHEM*....honey, I'm hooome," then snickering to himself. He sounded like he had been drinking.
Seth's stomach lurched. He knew what that meant. Something had happened at the office, and he knew Roman well enough to know he was not going to be in a good mood. He swallowed hard and walked over to the small bar table and poured him his usual scotch into a crystal highball. He went to turn around, but before he could move he felt two large arms encircle his waist and squeeze him suffocatingly tightly. He gasped out all of his breath at once, his heart jumping as one of the hands moved up to his neck and squeezed.
"Hi muffin," Roman breathed into Seth's ear from behind him. He buried his face into Seth's exposed neck and bit down hard, causing Seth's body to arch backward as he yelped and shuddered helplessly, teetering on the platform heels. He tried to recover and keep his composure even as Roman licked up his neck to his earlobe, nibbling on it. Seth could smell alcohol on his breath.
"Hi honey," Seth said brightly, trying hard not to let his voice waver. Then, out of habit, he added, "How was your day?" He immediately regretted it, but it was too late. The words were already out and he couldn't take them back. He winced, waiting for whatever was coming next.
Roman pulled Seth tightly against his chest, one hand going down and pulling up the front of his dress. "Shut up. All I want you to do is give me my drink and then go get me my fucking dinner. And then afterwards... I think I'm gonna get up into this," he sneered, smiling as he slid his palm over Seth's silky crotch, down between his legs to his ass crack and dragging it back to the front again. He grabbed the glass from Seth's hand, suddenly letting him go and spinning him roughly around, laughing tipsily as he watched Seth try not to fall down. "You're such a fucking whore. Are those the highest heels you have? What did I tell you about that?" he snapped, looking at Seth with disdain.
"I...I don't...I might have ones that are a teeny bit higher, but these ones match my dress better," Seth replied, still trying to keep it together. He lifted up a foot behind him, showing off his shapely legs in the nude stockings and white fuck-me pumps. "See? It's even blue, baby...your favorite color." He smiled flirtatiously, turning around and showing Roman his backside in the dress, batting his eyelashes over his shoulder. "Do you like it?"
Roman answered, "Yeah...and I like what's underneath it even more. Especially when it's wrapped around my dick. Now, do what I told you to do and get in the kitchen and get me my dinner." And make it snappy," he ordered impatiently, still leering at Seth's legs. He reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. "Then you can eat this." He laughed again, licking his lips.
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