The way she took to his body was one of the only real affirmations he'd ever get from her. There was a draw between them, something starcrossed. There were so many ways his wife was a beast, but this part of her was at least charming, somewhere in the animal she'd become. He didn't kid himself when she reveled in the touch from his hand. Caresses have value to animals, too. His eyes narrowed as he watched her move. He was attached to her, as any owner is his pet, but he knew what he could trust and what he should be weary of.<br/><br/>He smiled lazily when she questioned his value on the matter. "Aren't I always?" Like a good, agreeable husband. Marlon was taking his time with this game, the tension pooling between them while she followed the trails toward her chemical reward. Her leash. His quaint, stepford smile drew shadows like fangs under his eyes, that had been open for quite some time, acquiring a new woman all night. He still wouldn't relent the act. His wrists were electrified with the impulse to hurt her, out of tradition if nothing else, but he was not an animal. Abuse could be well crafted, too.<br/><br/>She had the same kind of glory as nature itself. With her tits revealed, he looked her over, weighing what he owned to see if if it was still worth keeping. It was always inherently precarious to see her between his legs. A volatile thing that behaved, sometimes. There was blood to his flesh when she clawed up his jeans. Teija wasn't a bad lover, she was just bad at love. The way she took in his scent hardened the member all the way to its slit. What a whore she was, running her nose over it like that. He'd long since learned to savor her filthy quaint. It held on to the dew of her breath when she denied his request cleverly. Vicious tongues are good when they're not speaking, and his cock was thriving under the slick care. Only Teija could eat a cock like this, like it was the best she'd ever had. Once she'd painted it, and connected with it with a string of her spittle, he held her eyes.<br/><br/>"I've missed you, wifey." he said to the admittedly pretty face over his swollen cock's head. His shaft still rung from the moans it had been subjected to inside her mouth. He'd rather just get off and be done with it. But Teija had some time to rest and store up her little rebellions, and what kind of husband would he be if he didn't to answer in kind. Her little refusal now, already, had accumulated to something that warranted his attention. He was playing a waiting game with the lovely girl downstairs. Teija was good for exorcising frustrations, at least.<br/><br/>When he barreled forward, palm to her forehead, it was for laying down when she should have greeted him. He shoved her to the floor and stood, the very image of something primal, cock out and shirt off. The jeans stayed on, somehow. The foreplay of his game was over. She'd gotten to play her coy and hope to overstep without reprimand. It was an easy task to drag her by her hair toward the bathroom. "That chest wasn't for you, darling." he said, monotone, as the threw her into the side of the tub. The ring echoed against the tiles. He didn't even bother to turn on the lights, with the morning coming in, it had enough illumination for what he meant to do.<br/><br/>He came down with her on the floor, long enough to take her arm, and bend her over the edge of the enamel vat, ass up. He pulled down his pants from her waist and inhaled at the sight of her stained underwear. She was a beautiful mess, wasn't she? When she tried to get up, he'd wrap the tube of the showerhead around her neck to keep her in place. She could have her fit if she wanted, as he rolled her panties down. He'd pull it tighter if she fought too much. He'd pull it all the way to her loss of consciousness if she made him.<br/><br/>Marlon kneeled behind her, and bent over her, cock pressing up against one of her asscheeks. His face rested against her middle back, like he was in prayer. He still held the hose to keep her where she was as he bit down, sinking teeth deep into her skin. It was a kind of meditation for him, digging for muscle. His free hand shoved two fingers into her cunt, as though to skewer her and keep her in place. He had always suspected Teija didn't shower because it woke you up.