Stripping and dancing

Anna blinked her eyes to check if what she was seeing was really true.

“Peter…what are you doing?” she asked in a slurred voice. Why did she feel like her husband was about to masturbate in front of her?

“What does it look like I’m doing? Continue dancing,” Peter ordered coldly. His voice was raw and laced with desire.

Scared by the coldness in his voice, Anna nodded her head and managed to continue dancing, but she just couldn’t dance as much as she wanted anymore because she now knew that Peter was behind her, jerking off to her body.

“Dance,” Peter ordered again. This time his voice was hard and cold. His eyes were almost red from desire.

Frightened by his voice, Anna felt her whole body shuddering in fear. The fear of getting beaten up enshrouded her as she stared at her husband.

~He is going to beat me. I didn’t do what he wanted, so he’s really going to beat me. ~

The words rang in Anna’s mind as she suddenly slipped and curled on the floor in fear, making Peter confused about wh