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"He could be," I claim, even though I know it's not an option.
She tilts her head, reprimanding, "Don't say that!"
"Keep talking to me like that, and your punishment will increase," I threaten.
She smirks.
Every ounce of desire I have for her intensifies. I need to solve this dog issue and fast.
He needs a distraction.
I assert, "King Madden goes inside the cage. Put him in, and I'll be back."
"Where are you going, Sir?" she questions.
"You'll see," I reply and leave the room. I go into the kitchen and take out a bone. I find the chew toy he gravitated toward earlier in the day and take both of them into the bedroom.
Blakely kneels on the floor in front of King Madden's cage. She gently pushes him into a lying position under the blanket. She whispers, "It's time to go to sleep. Daddy is getting upset."
I stare at her bare ass for a few moments, deciding it's been too long. I'm not stopping tonight until I've had every part of my wife. It's time she gets a full reminder of what she's been missing out on.
King Madden doesn't want to stay down. He tries to push his way out of the cage.
Her voice turns sterner when she says to him, "Go to sleep."
I crouch next to her and put the chew toy into the cage. King Madden's tail wags, and he barks. I hold the bone out, and his mouth waters. He lunges for it, but I hold him back, keeping the bone a few inches from his mouth.
He whines, and I instruct, "No more interrupting us. Do you understand?"
He tilts his head to the side, whining louder.
I give it to him, and he lies down and chews on it. Satisfied, I shut the cage and lock it. I rise and reach for my pet, figuring I have thirty minutes maximum before he starts bothering us again. It's not what I wanted for this evening. I wanted to savor my wife for hours, but I'll have to adjust my plans.
She takes my hand, and I tug her into me. She parts her lips, a soft breath escaping them.
I tell her, "You've been disobedient."
Maroon grows on her cheeks. She answers, "Yes, Sir. I have."
I assess her, trying to calm the raging chaos in my body, fighting the part of me that isn't patient. We might be limited on time, but I'm going to utilize every second. I take three deep breaths, observing her pulse beating in her neck. I trace my finger over it and palm her ass with my other hand, sliding my pointer under the thin lace strip and over the hard ridge of her forbidden zone.
She inhales sharply. Desire sweeps across her expression. Her eyes flutter a few times.
I demand, "Go dust the table."
Her lips twitch. She lifts her chin and strolls over to the table, swaying her hips. She picks up the duster, glances over her shoulder, and says, "I think I'll start with the headboard first." She runs it along the top of the wood.
I turn on music, move behind her, and reprimand, "I said table, pet."
She defiantly meets my eyes and replies, "I think it's better my way."
"Did you forget Rule Two?" I question.
She smirks. "Maybe I need a reminder?"
The throbbing in my balls quickens. I warn, "Disobedient pets get punishments."
She sticks her ass into my thigh, replying, "What would my punishment be...Sir?" She purses her lips.
