Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Biting my bottom lip, I wonder how I can draw this out a little longer. I don't want this fun to end. Yes, I may be his wife, his lover, his partner, his forever, but I'm also a horny little brat who wants to be tamed. Ryan is the one who can do it.
I pull the dress up off of myself and hang it back on a hanger, knowing it's one I will purchase. Then I consider my other options. I try on the jean shorts and a tank top, thankfully they fit, and another summer dress. This one is midi-length and has flowy sleeves. It's flattering, and dressier than the sundress. I smile, thinking how confident I feel in it, but that the sundress is going to turn Ryan on way more.
Satisfied with my few items, the shorts and two dresses, I decide I might as well get back in my clothes.
That's when I remember Ryan's order when he left.
Fuck, I totally forgot he told me to take a picture again in those panties and send it to him. I got distracted by trying on the clothes.
Oh, he's going to be mad. I bet he's out there in the waiting room pacing right now, pissed that I didn't follow through on his demand. Licking my lips, I realize how I can make him even more upset.
I pull my phone back out of my purse and pull up the camera. I stand in the mirror, but I don't just take a picture of me in my panties. I slip those panties past my hips all the way to my ankles, and then I press my free hand to my pussy.
I know I'm not supposed to. I'm not allowed to touch myself until he makes me come tonight, but maybe this will be the perfect way to put him over the edge and make me really pay.
I begin to finger myself. I'm already so wet, so horny. Sucking him off is one of my favorite things to do. I love his thick come sliding down my throat, how it fills my belly. And as I touch myself, my wet cunt dripping, juicing my fingers, I think about the conversation we had in the mall.
We're going to try to have a baby next month. Ryan and me making a family? It sends a wave of desire through my body, and I begin to pump harder, grinding my fingers against my clit, so close to the edge. But then I realize this is the perfect moment for a picture.
With my camera in hand, I snap one of my finger against my pussy and the panties around my ankles. I press send, knowing I'm going to be in trouble, 100% busted. And a moment later, I am. There's a knock on the door, a growl.
"Rachel, you better let me in right now."
I swallow. "I'm not dressed, Ryan," I say in the sweetest tone possible, knowing that is really going to tick him off.
"I don't care what you're wearing. You're my wife. Open the door."
"Is anyone around?" I ask, my voice soft. He can hear me.
"Nobody's here," he says. "Stop being a brat and let me in." Biting my bottom lip, I pull open the door and let him enter. He grabs my right hand immediately. "Is this the hand you were using to touch yourself?" I nod. "You knew what I wanted when I said, 'Send me a picture.' I wanted you in those panties, not your hand on your cunt." He's looking at my fingers, lust in his eyes, and then he draws one to his mouth and sucks it, and then the other. "Fuck, I love how you taste."
"Do you?" I ask him. "Do you really love how I taste?"
"You know I do," he says.
"Prove it," I push back.
He shakes his head. "No one is allowed to touch you, not even yourself. We have rules, Rachel. Rules you've agreed to."
I press my lips together. "I know you're the only one supposed to touch me, but you're not. You're driving me crazy not letting me get off! Don't make me wait anymore."
"This isn't for your pleasure," he tells me. "This is so you can be reminded that I'm the only person who gets to touch this pussy. Understood?"
I swallow. I know it's not literal that I don't have permission to touch myself, that I'm not going to be allowed to do it again until he says so, but there is a mutual understanding we have, a level of respect to the game we chose to play.
He gets to tell me what to do and I do my best to obey, though my bratty streak likes to shine and get me into trouble.
But that's all a part of the dynamic, a dynamic I get to share with him because we're so committed. We're so in love. The fact that I've been his wife for five years, that this man is my husband, it makes me feel more than horny. It makes me feel incredible.