Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“What…the…fuck?” She’s gasping when I pull out, and she slowly turns to face me.
I smile. “You gotta earn it,” I say, knowing that I’m going to make her wait.
She slaps my chest, and I laugh. “What the hell did you do to deserve to come?”
My smile widens, and it grants me another slap. This time in the dick, making me bend at the waist with a grunt.
After I fucked my wife in our shower, I bent her over the bathroom counter and put a butt plug up her ass. I told her when I got home, I’d finish what I started. But when I enter our bedroom, I see it sitting on our bed, vibrating. “Ash?” I pick it up, turn it off on my phone, and enter the bathroom. She’s not there either.
We’ve got two entrances to our closet, one on either end of the bathroom for his and hers. I enter hers to find her dressed in a black silk robe, hair and makeup freshly done, digging through her clothes. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“Getting ready,” she answers without turning to face me.
“Where the hell are you going?” She didn’t have anywhere to be today. That’s why I filled her cunt full of cum this morning and then her ass with a plug. Once you have children, you have to get creative when it comes to sex. I’ve never ignored my wife. I’m still just as obsessed with her as I was back when I got to take her as mine.
“The school.”
Not today. I want to take the principal and dean and trap them in Carnage. But they have no idea who we are. So for now, we play the game and just get Tinsley through this last year. If I allow my wife to go up there and make the scene like I know she will, I’ll have to sweep in and fix it. And why do that when I can be balls deep in her instead? I’ll save that for a day I’m in the mood to stir some shit. “She’s fine, Ash.” But I ask, “Does Berkeley have a boyfriend who’s married?”
She gives a rough laugh. “No.” It makes me feel a little better.
My wife spins around, and I wrap my hand around her throat, holding her in place. Her gaze is hard, and she tries to push me away, but I hold up the butt plug. Swallowing hard against my hand, she searches my face. “What did I say about this?”
She lifts her chin, and I smile. I love it when my wife challenges me. It gives me a chance to remind her how much she likes to be punished. “I told you to leave it in until I got home from work, or you’d be punished.” As if she forgot.
“You came home early,” she says.
Letting go of her neck, I place the butt plug on the dresser island in the center of the closet. “Clean it, put it back in, and meet me in the bedroom. For every minute it takes you, you get my belt to your ass.”
She gasps. “Saint, we don’t have time—”
“We’ve got all day.” I interrupt her. I’ll just skip work. Haidyn and Kashton can handle it without me.
“I—”
“Clock is ticking.” I look at my watch, and she huffs, grabs the plug, and spins around, storming out of the closet. A win is a win, and I have no problem cheating in order to make it happen.
I open up the top drawer on my side of the island and grab everything that I need and then walk through the bathroom into the bedroom, ignoring her soft moans as she does as she was told.
We have a California king-size bed with a metal wraparound canopy. She keeps black drapes at each of the corners, tied back and open. There is a white bench at the foot of the bed, and I walk over and push it out of the way, needing to be able to stand where it’s at.
I look up to see her now standing in the doorway to the bathroom. “Come here,” I order softly, and she slowly walks toward me. I could ask her if the butt plug is in, but instead, I remove my cell and turn it on. She stumbles, whimpering, and I smile. “Good girl.”
Taking her hand, I pull her into me. She’s naked, and I’m still fully dressed. Looking at my watch, I say, “It took you five minutes.”
“Saint,” she whispers, licking her pretty pink-painted lips.
“Yeah, Ash?” I run my hand through her curled hair. I love when she’s all done up for no other reason than to let me fuck it up.
“May I please come?” she asks.
I kiss her forehead. “After you earn it.” Then I grab her arm, yanking her over to the bed's footboard. I smack her ass, and she crawls onto it. I grab her ankle, stopping her from going too far. “Face on the bed, ass in the air, and hands behind your back. I want your feet to hang off the edge and spread your legs wide open for me, sweetheart. I want to see how wet you are.”