If I don’t, it would undermine his authority, and I have no doubt he would punish me.
He’d have to.
I don’t think I could even blame him if he did, and more than that, I think I might like it. I’m not repulsed by the idea of spankings or punishments.
“Vanessa!” My husband barks my name, and my body recognizes the command, trying to force me to comply.
My eyes stay on him as I lower to my hands and knees.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, nodding.
My entire being lights up at the praise.
Is that praise?
It feels like it.
My tits hang, trying to escape the bow while the back of the lingerie rides up my backside as I crawl toward him.
Knowing Emory, the fact he placed the carpet sideways was strategic. The audience can see my side profile, but they don’t get a full view of my ass on display.
If he was going to pull this, he really should have given me the chance to practice sexy crawling with a mirror or something.
Luckily, Hawk got me turned on from all the kissing and grinding, and my clit throbs as I make my way across the stage.
At least Moretti didn’t skimp on the carpet.
It’s plush against my hands and knees.
“Come, darling.” Emory keeps his eyes on mine, working his belt and unzipping his pants.
My tits sway as I stretch my palms and try to show off my curves with every movement.
He pulls his pants and boxer briefs down, letting them pool around his ankles. His tattooed hand fists his cock as he watches me, and my pussy clenches.
I get to keep him forever, and that still blows my mind.
Yeah, he’s kind of a dick at times, but he’s generally tolerable.
I crawl up, coming to a stop just in front of my husband. I’m unprepared for how quickly he snatches me up onto my knees with a handful of my hair.
I wobble, and my hands fall to his thighs as he growls, shoving his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss is all-consuming, and his electric scent hits my system just as hard as it always does.
He uses his hold in my hair to pull my mouth from his, and he gets close to my ear. “Mind your teeth, wife. I’m going to fuck your throat now.”
That sentence shouldn’t be so hot, but I probably need therapy based on the way my skin pulses with heat.
He yanks on the end of the bow, and the pieces fall open, cascading down my sides.
Well, at least the underwire makes my tits look fantastic.
Moretti guides my mouth to his cock, and he wasn’t joking. He barely gives me any time to adapt to how wide I have to stretch my mouth.
He’s so hard against my tongue, and I wish he’d just pull me into his lap and make me ride him.
He brings his other hand to my jaw, running his thumb over my cheek. My eyes fly up to his, and his pointy canines dig into his lower lip. It’s not easy to keep eye contact in this position, but I can’t pry my eyes from his—even knowing how ridiculous I probably look.
