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Life of a Wife	By : J-FSindel Category: +S through Z > Street Fighter Views: 11650 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"You stupid piece of…!" Chun Li grumbled, trying to twist open a jar of facial cream, "I'm the Strongest Woman in the World! This jar isn't stronger than me!"
The lid remained stuck and she had tried everything. Prying it to let the pressure out, tapping the side, begging for the Lid God for an assist, cursing at it…
Chun Li didn't even need it at this point but she just wanted to beat the jar at it's own game.
"If you don't open, I'm going to smash you to pieces!" Chun Li threatened even though she knew it cost 400 dollars per ounce.
"What are you shouting at this late at night?" Her husband rumbled from outside the doorway. It was made quite plain that M. Bison didn't appreciate her aggressive coaxing on a insolent jar of beauty cream.
"Nothing!" Chun Li said and then muttered, "Go fuck yourself."
"What was that?" Bison suddenly appeared next to her, glaring at her.
"I said 'have a good night yourself'." Chun Li quickly said. Bison sighed, yanking the jar from her hand.
He took one easy twist and opened the jar like it was the Cave of Destiny with Ali Baba's magic words. Chun Li stared at the lid as if it committed an ultimate betrayal, feeling now more irritated than when the damn thing refused to open..
"Stop yelling." Was all he said.
"I loosened that for you." She insisted, crossing her arms, "Had you tried from the beginning, it would have been tougher."
"Mm," Bison hemmed, "Just ask next time. Grovel at my feet even. Jars are difficult for those delicate little lady hands. Would hate to give them a callus."
Chun Li glowered, turning her nose upright at him.
"I had it. You had to intervene like a man." She huffed, "I don't need a man to open my jars. Why, I was opening jars left and right when I was single!"
"Ah, well. Your hands serve a much higher purpose now and it fits better with the traditional wife role," Bison teased, grabbing her by the waist, "Let's go to bed and I'll show you."
"Ugh." Chun Li wrinkled her nose, "Disgusting. I hate you. I have a headache."
"I'll open a jar of aspirin for you so you can suck it up and come to bed with me." He offered as she rolled her eyes. Of course, without much trouble, Bison won rather easily and conquered her for another evening. Chun Li maintained he cheated since he just got bored of her argumentative behavior, picked her up, and threw her on the bed.
The next afternoon, Chun Li was tidying up their bedroom. At least, she was claiming that she was tidying up their bedroom in case anyone had questioned it. Truthfully, the wife of Bison was actually setting up small traps to deter Bison long enough to escape his lustful advances.
As she was loosening the bedsheets, she felt something tingly touch her toes. Chun Li had dismissed it somewhat as the carpet rubbing up against her bare feet but it happened again. Peering over at the nightstand, she saw a long, fat reddish centipede attempting to crawl up the leg of the nightstand.
Screaming in fright, she leaped onto the bed in hopes it would protect her. Her loud cry must have warned the bug as it clamored away out of sight, making her terrified.
"God-...fuck!" She shouted, "I told him the bugs crawl up the balcony! Fu-...that disgusting…."
"What are you screaming about now?" A voice interrupted her ranting. Bison had entered the room, studying her frightened frame with some annoyance. Chun Li erratically shook her head, sitting up on the mattress.
"There's a centipede in here! I told you those horrible things can reach here! It touched me!" She insisted, making him laugh a bit.
"That's all?" He seemed humored by her fear and disgust, "I thought you had gotten bitten by a snake or something. You shouldn't be afraid of bugs. They usually don't hurt you."
"Can the condescending talk. It disappeared." Chun Li suddenly started to investigate her nightstand from afar, "Oh God, I hope it's not in the bed…"
"I haven't seen you this jumpy in bed since our wedding night," Bison casually interjected her thoughts as he crossed over to her, "Why don't you put that energy to good use?"
"I have a broken tailbone." She quickly rejected, "Totally broken. Can't."
"Sit on some ice and a pillow so you can stop complaining." He suggested coolly, "Besides, your mouth still works, doesn't it?"
Chun Li rolled her eyes, carefully slipping off the bed. Suddenly, she felt a crawling sensation on her ankle. The centipede had been hiding out under the bed, waiting for her fleshy leg to reappear so it could, as she suspected, terrify the daylights out of her.
"Augh!" Chun Li leaped in the air, falling back on the bed, "God-fu-... creepy little things!"
Bison looked down at the smug bug and smashed the offending centipede under his boot, looking positively plucked at her demeanor. She wasn't jumping all over his dick like that so he was certain he wasn't enjoying this at all.
"There. Are you going to be okay or should I call the soldiers to burn the carpet?" Bison dryly said.
"This isn't my fault. Those bugs bite!" Chun Li insisted, peeping over the bed, "And they're alien looking!"
"There, there. You're safe now from the evil insect creatures." Bison cooed sarcastically at her, "I rescued you. How about a reward for your hero?"
"No!" Chun Li wiggled away, "You had shoes! Wasn't hard for you at all! If I had shoes…"
He followed into bed after her, grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards him. Chun Li then wished she had been battling a giant centipede instead of her lecherous husband, especially since he started to bite her.
After a few hours later, when Bison's lust had died down to a managed behavior, he was sitting in on a telecom meeting with a few of his division overseers. As much as Bison did not like night meetings because it robbed him of sex and sleep, this particular instance could not be helped.
The overseer of South Asia was toiling away at his profit reports when Bison received a personal call. Making a gesture to the screens to silence the talking heads, Bison hit 'accept' call from his top secretary.
"What is it?" He said rather peeved.
"Sir, there's a phone call from the President's office that's urgent." The clear female voice said, "It came in on your direct line."
"President of what country?" Bison questioned before there was a pause on the other line.
"...The only one that matters?" His secretary answered with some skepticism, "Your words, my Lord, not mine."
Bison had to admit, he did say that. Sighing, he switched screens with his furthest two fingers and after some pause, a crisp man in a blue suit answered. The Shadaloo leader recognized him right away as a personal unofficial advisory to the President.
Almost right away, Bison had received some bad news. The President, under tight pressure from his media critics, had moved towards increasing the war on drug trade and human trafficking. Normally, that would delight Bison as it meant high profit quarters. However, the pompous ass of the cushy office decided that the action extended to banning embargo from Africa and Asia unless they were on specific ships that were owned by said country. There would also be a hefty tax penalty against pharmaceutical companies who attempted to avoid the ban by leveraging ships that docked out of South America.
After the news, and after Bison threatened to murder the overseer who was supposed to keep that executive office in line, the great leader decided to cut the meeting short and head to visit some puppet masters himself.
Grumbling that he was going to be working all night and well into the next two days, Bison headed back to his bedroom to gather his things. Chun Li was asleep in bed, naked and resting her newly acquired love bites.
Snatching his little black book of names people would have killed to get a hold of, Bison was flipping through it. He had to call about three numbers, it looked like, on his jet. Pressing his radio, he phoned to get his jet ready before he realized he needed his coat.
Either from stress or being around idiots all day, Bison absolutely forgot where he put his coat. He couldn't even remember the last time he had the coat. Relatively sure it was when he was in Berlin with Chun Li…
First, he figured it had to be in the closet. However, after a quick search turned up nothing, Bison thought that perhaps he left it on the coat hook and overlooked it in his haste. However, only his spare cape, Chun Li's fur coat, and a scarf was hanging up.
Now Bison was just plain aggravated. He blamed everyone from the servants to his wife fiddling with his things without his knowledge. They knew he needed his things exactly where he put them. He did not like playing scavenger hunt when he was busy!
Digging his hands into their shared dresser, he tossed clothes unceremoniously onto the floor in a desperate attempt to find his coat. Bison didn't even want it anymore but it was driving him crazy that he couldn't find it.
"This is why I keep saying that nobody should touch my things," He cursed under his breath, pissed off as his undershirt went sailing across the room behind him, "If she hid it to spite me, I'm going to…"
"What's going on?" A drowsy, sleepy voice asked from across the room, "Hey! Your shirt hit me in the face!"
"Where is my coat?" Bison demanded, ignoring his wife's question, "Where did you put my coat?"
"I didn't put your coat anywhere. You put it down." Chun Li answered with snarky tone, "I told you that you would forget where you put it."
"I put it in the same place every time!" He snarled, going through his closet, "You put it somewhere!"
She groaned, tearing off the covers, "Is it the shorter red one with gold trimmings?"
Chun Li didn't really wait to hear an answer nor heard him over his tantrum-like rudeness but she walked over to his sitting chair where his coat was draped across the back. Plucking it off the chair, she bravely strode up to him as he was exiting the closet.
"You're a dick," Chun Li said, "Here it is. Stop stomping around like a madman. It was exactly where you left it: at your chair when you were working late."
Bison took his coat, clicking his tongue a little. She crossed her arms, turning around to get back some of her sleep she lost. He put on his coat and buttoned it, letting the longer coattails hang off his back.
Before he left, Bison roughly gave her a kiss on the head which Chun Li attempted to bat away his face with no luck. He then headed out on his extended leave trip.
The morning after, Chun Li woke up to their bed alone. Gleefully happy that her husband was out of town, she stretched her limbs out on the bed to enjoy her isolation.
"Wonder if he'll crash his jet." She said out loud, feeling slight mixture of guilt and relief on wishing someone's death. Hopping out of the bed, she headed for a long overdue shower coupled with massive disassociation.
After about an hour, she stepped out and started to dry her hair. Chun Li started to pin up her damp strands before she heard the door open.
Her body went still, like a deer catching sound of a hunter. Did Bison really just come back?
"Mistress Bison?" A scratchy, unsure voice called out.
She relaxed. Chun Li placed another pin in her air. Just a servant.
"Whatever it is, just place it on the bed." She answered from the bathroom, "If it's from Bison, throw it away."
"I...uhm, can't. Master Bison insisted you come open it right away." The voice said again. Chun Li groaned, tightening the towel.
"I'm really indecent right now." The wife said, "Can it wait?"
"No, Mistress Bison. He insisted right away." The servant said again. Chun Li rolled her eyes at her mirror image before poking her head out. A young man, perhaps 18, was quivering in his boots at the sight of her body.
He was holding a little red envelope taped to a small package. Chun Li recognized the distinct cursive from the psychopathic "L" swirl that Bison wrote.
She raised an eyebrow, "You realize that if he finds out you saw me without a towel, he's going to come through the wall to rip your scrotum through your nose."
The kid looked like he was going to faint.
"Go on. I won't tell." Chun Li dismissed and the soldier bolted like he was running from a bear. She opened the letter, tearing straight through the crease.
Detective,
I thought you might like this. Don't get used to it. And don't start moving around my things.
And don't ever stop me from kissing you. Or else.
Lord M. Bison
He underlined the last sentence three times as if to make a profound statement. Chun Li slightly sucked air through her teeth, making a noise like a breezy scaffold.
She carelessly tore open the package, expecting something to horribly embarrass her, but instead was a box of confectionery. Small bite sized pastries, decorated in a tasteful palette of pastels and dark fillings, were carefully placed in their little slot like a baby nestled in a crib.
Blinking, Chun Li cautiously bit into one. It filled her mouth with delicious, sweet flavor coupled with moist filling.
She couldn't help but mentally congratulate Bison on his good choice. However, Chun Li had a suspicion that Bison had a sea of underlings to actually weed out bad ideas and exchange them for better ones.
The underlined sentence was still unforgivable. Thinking hard, Chun Li went to her stationary and ripped out a sheet of white paper.
Picking up her own blue pen, she wrote a response:
Bastard,
I got your gift. Don't worry, I won't get used to it. Just like how I won't get used to your disgusting kisses either.
Since you brought it up, I think I'm going to not hide anything. I'll throw it all on the floor so you can see all your junk in an easy, viewable pile!
Choke to death. Please.
Chun Li Xiang
Satisfied, the Shadaloo lover of Bison tucked it into a blue envelope. Chun Li made sure to press her ink quite hard too on both parts.
Pressing her call button, the same male servant from earlier came back. It was clear from his underarm sweat that he was anxious. Chun Li waved the letter in his face.
"Give this to Lord Bison," She sweetly said, "Make sure he gets it."
The boy looked at her hard, "Mistress Bison, he's in another country…"
"I don't care how. Just make sure he gets it." Chun Li smiled with a smug attitude, "Tell him it's a thank you note."
The servant took her letter, swallowing. He seemed to be lost in thought before timidly asking, "Are you going to tell him about this time too?"
Chun Li cocked her head a bit before realizing her towel was still on. Blushing, she uncomfortably laughed before waving him off.
"No! Just go!" She pretended to be aloof about the nudity before the boy darted off again. Taking her robe, Chun Li started to get dressed.
Taking her time with her beauty and outfit choices, Chun Li forgot that she hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Applying her finishing touches to her hair, she exited the bathroom before seeing another red letter on her bed.
The postage in Shadaloo must be quick. Chun Li could bet that they should teach America a thing or two. Curious, Chun Li pried the lip of the envelope off.
It was definitely Bison's handwriting. The ink spoke of various misdeeds in his curved vowels.
Detective,
Prefer my kisses in another spot? You don't complain when my lips are touching a very different mouth of yours. You have gotten used to that very quickly.
If I come home and find a mess, I expect to see your naked body on top of it considering I own you. If I don't, I'm going to tie you up with my belt and do it myself.
Powerful words from a girl who can't even take my entire length in her throat. You also seem to forget your last name. Quite alright, my wife, you only had it for less than a year. It's easy enough to remember: it's the other name you cry out besides 'Daddy' when you're in my bed.
Lord M. Bison
Chun Li's mouth fell open in shock as some twinges of arousal stirred a bit. Flushing in rage, she ripped another sheet of paper and jammed the pen cap into the paper.
Scribbling madly, she burned with a singular, passionate tunnel vision:
Condescending bastard,
First off, I do not like your mouth anywhere near me! Nor any body part-even the one you're so proud of!
Second, I don't belong to you! You have little toys to keep me prisoner which is C-H-E-A-T-I-N-G! If I didn't have this stupid chip in my head, I'd be gone!
Maybe if your head wasn't up your own ass, you could see that!
Third, I refuse to dignify your statement with an answer. You're lucky I don't bite it off. And you make me call you Daddy! It's not that I even want to! You're a sick pervert who likes to mess with my brain!
So fuck you and you can sleep on the couch.
MISS Chun Li Xiang
After a moment of pause, she flipped the paper over and wrote:
P.S I faked the orgasms, you creep.
Chun Li then doodled a crude drawing of a cartoonish version of herself in bed, looking very bored. Cackling evilly at the thought of Bison having to read that in a meeting, Chun Li folded the letter multiple times until it was thick to open.
Stuffing the letter into another blue envelope, she slapped the call button. Another female servant came, bowing.
"Yes, Mistress Bison?" The maid tilted her skirt into a curtsey.
"Take this letter to my jerkass, bastard husband." Chun Li demanded, shoving it in her confused face, "And tell him he can sleep there tonight."
"Mistress Bison, I think…" The girl was flustered.
"I don't care if you send a carrier pigeon up his ass." She haughtily said, "And bring my breakfast too."
The girl bowed again before leaving. Chun Li crossed her arms, huffing at the thought that Bison could ever..
Her underwear was already starting to moisten at the idea of his belt around her wrists as her naked body laid on the floor. Chun Li brushed away those thoughts, chalking it up to fueled passion to kill him.
After her breakfast was brought to her and Chun Li ate to suppress her rage, she actually forgot most of what she had written by the time her fruit was gone.
Nibbling on a piece of toast, Chun Li saw the same servant girl from earlier. In her small hands was a crisp, fresh red envelope.
"Mistress Bison!" The girl panted, extending the letter out, "This came from Lord Bison urgently."
Chun Li smirked. The dictator must have been peeved at her response. Greedily, she took the letter and savored opening it.
Instead of self-satisfaction, she got this:
Silly Detective,
Don't you think I can see right through that little prude facade? All you can think about is my mouth (or any part of me) on you. You crave me like a schoolgirl begging for an authoritative man. I know your little tells; you don't have a good poker face, dear. Your breasts flush pink when you want me. I think it's cute you try to deny it though.
You do belong to me. Every inch of you. Even if I am not there. You are my wife. I own you like a man owns his bride, in or out of the bed. I don't need to spell it out for you. When I come home, I make you mine.
The only ass I get up in is yours, dear, and you like me there. I know your body like a textbook. You might have written it but I aced it, baby.
You can use your teeth, Detective. I never stopped you. But you're not going to bite it. You're going to lick up every drop of cum I give you like a good slave.
I do agree that you're right. I do like to mess with your mind. I love turning that little frozen bitch act into a fucktoy that I use for my cock. While you beg me to use you even more. You call me Daddy because while you pretend that you are this conservative little snob, you really need a good hard dick to fuck your brains out. Not only that but you have to lose your control like a hard fight. That's the most important part, Detective, because you're the kind of girl who gets off on a man being so powerful that he can pin you down and take what he wants.
I am the only one who gave you exactly what you needed: rough sex like you were a cheap little whore craving Daddy's validation.
I'm not sleeping on a couch and neither are you. I'm going to have you in my arms, under me, and feeling you tightening around my thrusting member. Don't worry. You'll like that much better.
You're forgetting your M-R-S, Detective. We'll practice until you remember.
Lord M. Bison
Chun Li then realized he drew an arrow to flip the back over. She slowly turned it over before audibly gasping in shock.
It was a very well done quick sketch in black ink, complete with elementary lines that indicate progress. The picture depicted her laying in bed, naked, and in a state of bliss where her bare pussy was dripping with his seed. Her hair was even tousled a bit and her big brown eyes was clearly yearning for more. Her large, voluptuous breasts had tight, erect nipples with sweat beads rolling off her skin.
This is actually what you look like when I fuck you. I don't think you fake your orgasms but I'll test that statement when I get home.
Her ears burned with humiliation. Did Bison draw this in his meeting? What a psychopath! Narcissist! Where did the man learn to draw?! His detail for a fast ink picture was pretty incredible.
Chun Li barked so low at her letter that the female servant scurried away in fear. She couldn't think of a response. Her panties were uncomfortably rubbing against her now soaking wet folds, begging for release.
"I...I...am not...he…" Chun Li muttered nonsensically under her breath, "Fuck!"
Yammering on about how she would get him back, Chun Li pulled out her ink pen and started to write again.
You incorrgible bast…
That word didn't look right. How many "i's" are there in incorrigible? One or two? Chun Li crumpled it up, tossing the wad to the floor. First drafts never won a Pulitzer.
Perverted bastard,
I didn't even read your nasty letter…
Then how could Chun Li respond to his letter if she didn't read it? Scowling out a response, she scratched out the sentence and chucked the paper in the trash.
She could do this. Chun Li was a writer. She wrote poems and stuff back when she was a teenager. Her short story about a three legged rabbit won a contest in grade school. No tyrant who had a past time of lifting skirts was going to win!
Her pussy contracted stiffly at the memory of reading his arrogant presumption of "needing Daddy's validation". The free digits of her left hand deftly slid over her damp underwear which made her softly ache for his touch.
Chun Li couldn't think, God help her. Her hand slipped in her dress, rubbing her eager cunt as hard as she could. Her fingers crossed her womanly threshold as it sank deep into her walls.
Did Bison get horny when he was writing that letter as she did when she read it? The once prudish agent of Interpol imagined his thick cock inside of her as he read the letter out loud to her. She could picture him secretly drawing her naked body, skillfully hiding his defined pen lines from his colleagues as well as cleverly hiding his erection.
"Daddy…" She whined, feeling her orgasm too far away like an apple high in a tree. Just then, Chun Li heard a clatter of noise from the door. Startled, she quickly jerked her hand out as the previous female servant stared at her like a robber act in the act.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Bison!" The young lady began to freak, "I didn't mean to interrupt! I...came for the dishes!"
Chun Li thought the hairs on her neck was all the way up.
"Don't tell Bison." The lady of the household said, shaken, "He'll probably break down the door and ask if he could watch us eat each other out or something…"
The girl blushed madly, making Chun Li somewhat leery that the outcome was what the girl really wanted. However, the Shadaloo wife stared at the blank sheet of paper before writing:
Inconsiderate bastard,
I hate you.
Chun Li
Short and simple given the circumstances. Chun Li tore the letter to shreds, carefully scooped up the pieces into another blue envelope, and shook it wildly before handing it off.
"Give this to Bison." She said as the girl appeared baffled at this unfolding playthrough. However, her commands were obeyed and she left.
Uneasy, Chun Li tried to focus on other things but the remnants of his letter stuck in her mind. Her body felt a little warmer after reading his aggressive statements. She did, however, check the mirror and realized that her breasts were slightly pink so Chun Li tried to mentally force her body to stop doing that.
Even her erotic novels could not match up to his wordplay.
The dreaded hour came and a different servant, this time an older gentleman, presented a fresh letter for her. The red envelope simply said "To my wife".
Chun Li shakily slit open the side before she found a letter neatly folded into three parts.
My detective,
Just like a woman to deny her feelings. Fun little puzzle you gave me though.
I'll come home soon enough.
Lord M. Bison
Chun Li slumped in her chair. He had the power shifted in his favor. She tore the letter up and left the scraps on the floor as she headed to bed to curl up.
Her head laid between the two pillows as her body took in the shock of her husband's scent on his side. It creeped up on her slowly, like a rat, before sinking in through her skin.
Chun Li shouldn't wait for him or exchange stupid notes with him. She should be enjoying her free time!
Before she knew it, Chun Li had dozed off. Little did she know that Bison had arrived back unannounced in his aircraft hangar.
He was somewhat worse for wear. The meetings with the necessary people as well as nudging reminders to the lofty President was quite grating.
However, the morning letter exchange with his wife was quite entertaining. Bison smiled at the thought of a confounded Chun Li, babbling out sorry defenses as his written words stroked her. His voracious appetite for his wife's humiliation hungered for the image of her finding his 5 minute sketch of her body as she must have died from shock. He probably figured that she was looking at herself in the mirror as Chun Li would try to see if that was what she really looked like.
When her jigsaw puzzle letter came to him, Bison could faintly smell her heated need burned into the papers. He suspected that she had been fondling herself with her hands but used it to write and tear the paper.
That drove him hard that Bison's nose picked up her lusty desires from countries away. He was a bloodhound for that sort of thing. The great dictator could even distinguish her scents from one another: when Chun Li was in need, when she was fertile, when she was thinking about what Bison did to her the night before...
Ignoring his men's salutes, Bison headed straight for his bedroom. The scent got higher and higher as if he was tracking down a wounded animal. Chun Li was in desperate binds from the smell of her pussy. It was quite fortunate he had come home to alleviate her stress.
The door opened and he came in, seeing Chun Li nestled on his side of the bed. His pillow was pressed against her chest and face as her body was strewn across the sheets.
Like a good wife, Chun Li had missed him and waited for him. A kitten with separation anxiety. He had thought to bring up a late lunch to eat first but truly, he just wanted to lay in bed and rest his mind. Besides, his breakfast was still carrying him over well enough.
Trimming down to his undergarments, Bison took off his hat to toss onto a hook and slid into the bed with his sleeping wife. He dragged her body against him, cupping her curves with his hands.
"Afternoon, little wife," He greeted with a lit fire in his tone, "Should I just get right down to testing your little statement?"
Chun Li jolted awake before realizing her entrapment as she began to struggle.
"Don't touch me!" She yelped.
"I'm already touching you. Little late on the clock, dear." Bison jested, his tongue latching across her neck, "Now the big question is where you want me to touch you. A man should lay with his wife all the time, especially if she's waiting for him."
Irritated, Chun Li felt his hand tear at her clothes as heat burned in her face. He lowered his neck to her quivering bosom as he fondled her.
"You must have needed me badly. Little detective really loves my attention." Bison said, planting small kisses on her sensitive skin, "But you claim you don't orgasm with me. Is that right?"
"Yes! Ah, stop!" Chun Li cringed, "Find some other...patsy!"
He chuckled as his hands squeezed her buttocks which made her wrestle a bit. The tips of his canines sank into her nipples which forced her to calm down a bit and refocus.
"You should just surrender. You always do. Why even prolong the inevitable?" Bison suggested, drawing the tiniest bit of blood from his pearly white teeth. Chun Li made a emblazoned hard glare face at him.
"I can't. Stop kissing me! I'm...I'm actually dead. Died in my sleep because of your stupid letter! I don't want to!" She tried to dissuade him.
"I'll pull out the Ouija board then and summon your spirit back to the physical plane." Her terrible husband said as his slick answer came rapid fire with little pause, "Even death doesn't keep me from my chattel."
Bison tucked his head between her legs and started to work on her feminine qualities. Typically, he would kiss her outer folds first but his tongue glided into her opening and scooped up quite a large amount of her natural lubrication before swallowing. The action made her squawk a bit, a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.
He thought he should write her more naughty letters with how much she wanted him. Bison smirked at the idea of his new husbandly duty to seduce his wife. In his personal opinion since being married, men were built to protect their women and fuck their women. Not necessarily in that order but Chun Li should just spread her legs in either case.
The young wife fidgeted as he continued to lap up her juices, finding his tongue so good at being invasive. Bison wasn't even playing with her clitoris! He could at least use his fingers to rub it or something…
Bison then interrupted her mental rant by using the tip of his silver tongue to encircle her engorged pearl as he maneuvered rather well over her slickened depths. Chun Li realized far too late what his plan was and tried to stop it but she hit her juvenile clitorial orgasm fast as well as squirting her fluids on his lips.
Without much clamor, he laughed at the sight of her trembling cunt and licked his lips free of her fluids.
"Did you fake that one?" Her husband goaded, pinning her legs to the side, "Oh, I don't think so. I think my tongue made you cum. I didn't even use anything else."
"Ah...stop!" Chun Li begged as she felt his hands on her knees, "Oh God, I'm still shaking...stop, please…!"
"There's not any room for discussion, Detective, and I'm quite sorry if you were led to believe there will be." Bison aptly stated, taking her ankle and looping his belt around it, "I'm going to fuck you. That's not a request. I'm telling you what will happen. When I fuck you, there's no option to deny me."
He then tied the other end of his belt to the headboard before tightening it so her leg would be almost be straight against her body. Bison let some slack in the bond so she couldn't tear her muscle ligaments but he could tell she was stuck. He then slid off his pants and taking one pant leg to tie around her other ankle, doing the same thing as before.
Her lower body was now slightly lifted off the bed, exposing her bare pussy like a sacrificial altar. Bison then pulled out his erect cock as he cupped his hands around her hips. Chun Li's hands were gripping the sheets expectantly.
The first thrust wasn't hard at all. When he picked up his pace quickly, ramming his cock fully down her insides, Bison could feel her hot womb pushing against her outer muscular wall from the impact.
"Ah...Bison...please…" Chun Li moaned, clenching her hands, "Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Please! O-oh, God, ah, I don't...I don't want to squirt again…"
"That is my name, Detective. Also your name." He replied, dragging his hips hard against her, "But that's not what I want you to call me. Is it?"
"No-no, don't…" She pleaded, "I...I'll…"
"What part of 'there's not going to be any fucking discussion' are you confused about, you braindead little idiot?" Bison spat on her face, "Is it the part where I'm buried balls deep inside of your pussy or the part where your legs are restrained to my bed? My cock, my rules."
Chun Li felt his salvia come off her face as her bottom lip shook.
"Daddy, please fuck me." She obeyed, finally surrendering, "Fuck your wife, Daddy, please!"
As if it was a natural locking of pieces, the power struggle stopped and the married couple fell into their respective places. Bison moved his hands from her hips to her wrists, pinning her down as he continued to penetrate her roughly. Chun Li felt more fluids come out of her as if she was rewarding his dominance behavior by helping him.
"You. Can. Never. Leave. Me." He hissed, thrusting for each word, "I won you. I earned you. I deserved you. Fuck, you're so tight like this! I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. I love taking your fucking pussy whenever I want. Come on, Detective, keep calling me Daddy. I'm the man of your household, aren't I, bitch?"
"Yes, Daddy, you are...the...man…" Chun Li obeyed, nonsensically repeating his words, "Daddy, I need your cock. It's so good! Ah! Daddy! My holes are your toys, Daddy! You can use them whenever you want...Daddy, please, I'm cu-m…"
Her body intensely tightened around his dick, driving her now powerful vaginal orgasm to screaming heights. Her pussy flooded his member as he watched her carefully like an observing hawk.
After she came down, which took longer than usual, Chun Li was out of breath and her eyes were glassy. While she knew it was impossible, she felt like every part of her body was boiling hot.
"You definitely did not fake that, my dear." Bison finally said, releasing one of her wrists to take her chin, "No, you did not. Your skin is practically electric down here. That's good though, Detective. I've been working very hard for you and feeling you cum like that is…"
Chun Li, through her hazy thoughts, was somewhat surprised to hear him say that. It was almost like an admission of love and exhaustion that he needed from her. Comfort, even. Bison had Shadaloo long before Chun Li even came into the picture but perhaps he now felt more like a provider than a psychopath with too much time and money.
"Rewarding." He finished, "Then again, it isn't hard to make a girl with daddy issues cum."
Moment passed and his old self returned. Chun Li let out a sigh before she felt his body lurch a bit as his seed came out into her constricted walls. Bison let out the last of his ghost thrusts as his semen filled her which made his abs graze her legs hard.
It was a thick, permeating mist of sexual aftermath while the two laid there. It was peacefully quiet as the late afternoon began to settle in the bedroom. His fluids began to seep out of her body, staining the sheets beneath them.
However, the quiet was broken by a loud ringing from Bison's personal line. Letting out a short grunt, Bison slid out of her and left the bed. She wiggled her bonds, now annoyed that he just left her in this position.
He pressed the answer button but lifted the receiver, not wanting to use the screen to see another idiot's face. The voice on the other line was telling him about the results from his trip over to his puppet's little elected office.
Chun Li tried to stretch her arms to the tied knots of her bonds, finding it difficult to see where the material held together. Her thumb and forefinger pressed against one loose end before Bison snapped his fingers at her to indicate that he was watching her.
"No. Bad girl." He admonished her, slightly lowering the phone line, "Don't touch Daddy's handiwork."
She huffed in response, wrinkling her nose as he finished up his business. Bison only gave short stock answers to the situation, agreeing to come in after an hour or so to follow up personally. He hung up, grumbling to himself that he never got any respite.
Bison came back to bed, flipping his finger under her bonds and loosened it. Chun Li finally lowered her legs, feeling the strain echo straight up her spine.
"Ow." Was all she said.
"Hush." He responded, laying on top of her, "I don't want to hear complaining. I'm tired enough as it is."
Chun Li regretted ever stepping foot in this man's bedroom but she felt twinges of her compassionate nature spring up.
"I guess not everything is going to the 'master world domination' plan?" She queried with some sarcastic tone in her voice, "Guess I can keep practicing my kneeling at your feet on the world stage then."
"Mm," Bison responded lightly, laying his head in her bosom, "It is just a minor setback, Detective. I always bounce back."
Chun Li instinctively stroked his hair, comforting his terrible anger. She could feel him relax and let go of his stress, as if his body was resting.
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to teeter between sleep and waking world. Bison exhaled a bit, listening to her heartbeat for a soft, calming rhythm. Her presence certainly took the edge off and made him quite serene given the circumstances.
The touch of his wife certainly gave him a different perspective on situations, soothing him. Things would be fine. They were always fine.
After a few minutes, Chun Li realized her dictator had dozed off. The sound of his deep breathing indicated that he was going to be out for awhile.
However, she found out that his weight was pinning her down and she was stuck. Groaning, Chun Li laid her arm around his back and decided to just get some sleep.
-I typically try to not put notes down but since it's difficult to convey what's up, it took me much longer to update this chapter (usually try multiple chapters at once as I work on five stories at a single time) but I've been busy with priorities as well as I've been asked to write two stories which will be coming up soon when I get a chance to finish. Another chapter of Dear Detective will show up, I swear, and I am trying to complete the second updated chapter to Life of a Wife. Please be patient, I didn't forget.
Since I hate doing author notes now, you can contact me at jf_sindel @ yahoo. com (no spaces but the underscore exists) or by tweeting at @JFSindel (no spaces). Also, shoutout to China! I check my traffic stats about every day and you guys are hitting me up! About the same level of my homegrown U.S peeps! All the reviewers, y'all are the best. Glad I'm back in the game for awhile. You can talk to me directly at the aforementioned stuff. I do answer replies and emails!
I've also binged on the scarce Chun Li/Bison art as much as possible for inspiration. That's why I'm learning how to draw. Slowly.
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