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He raised his gaze and looked into my eyes.
“Offer them to me,” he said, his voice clear and firm. “Put your hands underneath and offer me your pretty breasts.”
CHAPTER20
Mandy
My jaw went slack.
Slut. He wants you to… to dothat.The thing he said.I could see it in my mind’s eye, but I couldn’t even seem to repeat the words to myself, my husband’s filthy words.
If Rick could say… say what he had just said, whatelsecould he say? He hadn’t even said any dirty words, had he? He had saidbreasts… nottitsor… orjugs… not that my little, peach-like breasts could ever be calledjugs…
My breath came rapidly between my parted lips. The observer seemed to have moved even further away from my actual physical body. She noted that I was clearly trying with this mental babble more than anything to avoid thinking about something else, something the observer thought I would have to pay attention to eventually.
The way my pussy had responded, when Rick had told me to offer him my pretty breasts.
I let out a sob, and I obeyed him, because I didn’t have a choice. I raised my hands and I cupped the little mounds. I gasped at the sensation, another clench seizing hold of my needy sheath, where my husband’s fingers had just proven to me how thoroughly I would belong to him from now on—if he could keep me in line.
I looked into his eyes and saw him smile with satisfaction—and with further hunger. I had done my best to keep from covering my nipples, but at the sight of that wolfish look I couldn’t help it, I moved my fingers to try to shield the tiny pink buds from his gaze.
“No,” Rick said simply. “Show me.”
They felt so stiff under my fingers, and the obviousness of the need I had tried so hard to deny and push back sent another blush to my cheeks. I moved my hands, hearing a whimper come from my chest, and I saw Rick’s eyes go downward to take in the sight he obviously enjoyed very much.
My brow creased as I thought about how strictly I had refused to let anyone—even my fiancé and then my just-married husband—see my private places. I had blushed when I thought Rick might have gotten a glimpse of my bra strap under the collar of my shirt. Why would I deny the man who loved me and wanted to take care of me the simple pleasure of looking at my body?
Slut, the observer whispered.You denied him that because you knew, deep down, that you’re a dirty little slut with a needy little hole.
I tried to keep my eyes on Rick’s face, but at the thought of how my pussy had welcomed my husband’s probing fingers I found that my gaze had gone down to the lap of his jeans. I saw a bulge, along Rick’s leg, and the sight of it made me close my mouth at last and swallow hard.
I had seen it, on our wedding night, and I had felt for a mortifying moment that I wanted to see it more… closer… that I wanted my new husband to make me look at it, and make me… I didn’t even really know what, except that he would command me to do things only dirty girls did.
“Take off your panties,” I heard him say, then, and my eyes went sideways to his right hand, and the belt wound around it, and with a little sob I felt my hands go from my breasts downward to the elastic waistband of my green polka-dot panties. I kept looking at the belt, because when I looked at the leather coiled around my husband’s big, strong fist I knew I didn’t have any choice at all: good girl or brat, filthy slut or innocent bride, Rick had taken all of me in hand and had demonstrated today that he meant to train me as a dutiful wife.
My panties came down slowly and clumsily, because my fingers had grown very clumsy with the trembling the sight of the belt sent through my whole body. How could he whip me even more, after he had spanked me and then taken the belt to my almost bare backside just a moment ago? A shred of reason inside my head tried to find some way to persuade him not to finish the punishment he had planned—not tonight, at least.
I held my panties just below my hipbones, so that he would know I meant to obey him, and I looked up from the horrid belt into his face again.
“What if…” I started. I saw a dark look of frustration appear in his eyes. “Sir,” I added quickly, “sir… what if we just, you know, had, you know, sex tonight? I’m…”
I could see in Rick’s face that this desperate ploy to appease his righteous anger had not the slightest chance of succeeding. I continued, though, not quite giving up hope.
“I’m… you know, I’m ready to… to do that… more than… before.”
I watched my husband take a deep breath through his nose, his nostrils flaring slightly as to my amazement I could see him getting his temper under control.
“Get those panties all the way off, Mandy,” he said, his voice severe. “I’m going to fuck you tonight after I whip you, as I’m sure you know very well. You’re going to learn to please me in every way a woman can please her husband, tonight. If you’re a good girl for your whipping, you’ll be allowed to come some more. If not, I’m going to make sure you understand that fucking isn’t optional for you, even when you haven’t earned an orgasm.”
My eyes had gone very wide, and my mouth hung open again. My breath came in short pants.
“You… you…” I managed to say. I wanted to saycan’t, but Rick’s eyes said that he could and he would. The degrading words he had used and the sheer dominance of what he had said seemed to echo through my whole body.
“Now, Mandy,” he said. “Panties down. It’s time for you to be naked for your husband.”
For a moment I just stared at him, simply astonished by his absolute lack of hesitation in talking to me in that humiliating way. His eyes seemed to hold a crystalline certainty that he had understood me correctly and completely.
I realized with a new surge of shame that I had, indeed, revealed all of myself to him in the way I—not just my body, I found I had to confess to myself, but all of me—had responded when he had pulled aside my panties and claimed me with his hand. I had come under his probing fingers again and again. With his dominant touch he had demonstrated just how wanton and needy a girl he had married.
