Because that’s what I was now. His possession. His wife to train and use and display as he pleased.
A voice in my head said that I should be filled with horror. With rage. With the desire to fight back, to refuse, to run away like I’d tried to do on the trail.
Instead, my pussy clenched again. My body responded to his dominance with eagerness, growing wetter and needier with each passing moment.
“Good girl,” Chris murmured, his eyes traveling slowly over my exposed form. “Such a beautiful, obedient wife. Learning her place so well.”
His praise sent a shameful warmth through my chest even as my arms burned and tears continued to stream down my face. I didn’t understand how I could feel both things at once—the humiliation of being displayed like this and the desperate need for his approval.
The minutes crawled by. My arms shook harder and harder, the muscles screaming in protest. I wanted to let go, to drop my legs and curl into a protective ball. But I didn’t. I held myself open forhim, my eyes locked on his, my body trembling with the effort and the arousal I couldn’t suppress.
Chris checked his watch. “Eight minutes.”
A whimper escaped my throat. Two more minutes. I could do two more minutes.
“You’re doing really well, Val,” he murmured. “I know how hard it is for you, and how new all these things are.”
My pussy throbbed at his words. The dampness in my panties had to be visible by now—a dark patch on the pale lace that proved exactly how much my body responded to his dominance.
“One more minute,” Chris said.
My arms were shaking so badly I didn’t know if I could hold on. Every muscle in my body screamed for relief. But I held the position, my knees pulled up and spread wide, my most intimate places on display for my husband’s inspection.
Then Chris stood. He moved to the foot of the bed, positioning himself directly between my raised knees.
“Stay right where you are,” he commanded as his hands went to his shirt.
Oh, God.He was going to undress. He was going to make me watch while he stripped, while I held myself open and vulnerable before him. By now I should have been used to it, part of me thought, but something about having to look up at him between my spread knees made the thought of my husband’s revealing his naked body to me seem unbearably obscene.
His fingers worked the buttons slowly, deliberately. Each one revealed more of his muscular chest. When he shrugged the shirtoff, I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me. He looked so beautiful—so perfectly masculine and powerful.
His hands moved to his belt.
Terror and arousal warred inside me as I pictured what was coming. I told myself that I had seen it before—more than once now. But something inside me couldn’t seem to stop being the innocent bride. The thought that the man who owned me was going to take everything off… show me his rigid penis… while I lay here spread open like this… it made my whole body seem to catch fire with burning shame.
He would brandish his huge, hard cock at me. Hold it in his hand, rub it to show me that men are allowed to pleasure themselves as they wish… and wives…
Wives get spanked. And whipped.
And fucked like naughty girls.
A sob wrenched itself from my chest, because after Chris had shown me his manhood, he would… he was going to?—
“Please,” I whispered as his belt slid free. “Please don’t fuck me. Not tonight. Please, sir, I’m sorry I lied, I’ll never do it again, please?—”
The button popped open. The zipper came down.
“Please,” I sobbed harder. “Please, I can’t, not like this, please?—”
Chris pushed his jeans and briefs down together, stepping out of them. His cock jutted out from his body, thick and hard and terrifyingly large.
“I have no intention of fucking you tonight,” he said, his voice cold. “You lied to me, Valerie. You don’t deserve to have your husband’s cock inside that needy little pussy.”
