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“You could have whatever you wanted. I would even put our arrangement on hold so you had control. You could plan it to be the way you want. How does that sound? Planning your own wedding when money is no object?”
“Where’s your pen?”
I hand it to her and she signs the form, handing both back to me a moment later. “So, I guess we’re splitting up.”
“For now.”
“I better start planning, hadn’t I?”
“Maybe borrow Fleur’s dress, save some money there.”
She shoves me in mock anger. “No fucking way.” Her eyes widen. “Oops.”
I take her hand, leading her between the tables and out of the ballroom. I take her down the corridor to her study next to mine. Her desk is covered in papers about her latest discovery. A Spinosaurus.
Several journals are asking for her to write it all up for them. She’s been deciding for a week now. I guess I’ll need to make the choice for her. As with so many things, she just needs some guidance and then she’s good.
Like getting her to stop cursing. So long we’ve been together yet still she persists. It’s almost like she wants to be spanked.
She bends over the desk, lifting her dress to expose her bare ass. “No panties,” I say, running my hand down toward the exposed plug. “Bad girl.”
“Wanted to surprise you,” she says, shaking her hips. “You like?”
I slap my hand on her ass. “I like. On your knees.”
I pull out my cock, jerking it toward her as she sinks to the floor, sticking her tongue out and staring greedily at the tip of me.
I slip my shaft into her mouth, choking her for a moment before thrusting back and forth, my hands in her hair. I get close to coming but I resist. I need to show her what happens when she disobeys me, give her a reminder of who’s in charge around here.
I pull out, stroking myself while looking down at her legs. “Pull up your dress to your hips,” I say. “Move your knees apart.”
She does as I say, exposing her glistening wet pussy to my gaze.
“Pull out your tits,” I add, waiting until they are sticking obscenely over the top of her dress. “Now make yourself come for me. You have three minutes to get there.”
It doesn’t take more than two. She slides her hand over her clit in the way that always works best. I watch her, jerking off toward her face, letting her tongue flick over the tip of me, getting close to my own climax.
She reaches hers first but only just. She opens her mouth wide to gasp as her limbs start to shake. In the same moment, my orgasm hits and I spurt all over her tongue, my cum dripping down onto her tits, marking her yet again as mine.
“Good girl,” I say, letting the last drops fall onto her tongue. “Now swallow.”
She does as I say, her cheeks flushed with color, her chest still heaving.
“On your feet,” I say, tugging her dress down into place once she’s standing in front of me. “Maybe I should make you walk back in there like this,” I say, nodding toward her cum covered tits.
“Please, Leo,” she says, shaking her head. “Don’t do that to me.”
“You going to do as I say in future?”
She can’t resist. She winks and says, “Maybe.”
I pull her dress back up, knowing I’m still coating her body. “Better get back to the party,” I say, seeing a few drops still visible in her cleavage. “Wouldn’t want to miss the end, would you?”
She takes my hand and we walk back through to the ballroom together. We sit at the back table, watching everyone dancing. I stroke her thigh gently, glancing at her chest every now and then, glad to see she’s still my submissive wife.
Not for long. Soon we’ll be divorced. Then we can get married again.
“You know the best thing about getting remarried?” I ask her as she takes a sip of her champagne.
“What?”
“We get another honeymoon. I hear there’s a tropical island up for sale. Might buy it so you can spend all day naked, swim in the warm sea, lay on the beach and get a tan on every part of you. Be fucked by me under the light of the setting sun.”
She grins at me. “I can’t wait.”
“Neither can I.” I grab her in my arms, carrying her toward the door. “Time to get some practice in.” I kick the door open and carry her through, leaving the party to carry on in our absence.
I carry her up to our room, laying her down on the bed, tugging her dress from her. “Touch yourself for me,” I tell her, reaching into the drawer and bringing out the bullet vibrator. “Show me what you’ll do on our honeymoon.”
She grabs me by the tie, pulling me down on top of her. “I’ll do you,” she says. “Same as I plan to do every single night for the rest of our lives.”
