“You can expect my call at ten o’clock.” Barry looked down on his wife, who was still tangled in the bed sheets, her face soft with sleep. We’ll discuss things then.” Jill nodded, and Barry bent down to kiss her cheek. Desire surged through him when his lips touched her impossibly soft skin, but he controlled it. Ignoring the dark pink nipples beckoning from her bare breasts, he turned and left the room.
As he drove to work, Barry couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the night before. He had never felt so powerful, so alive! All his life had been spent bending over backward to respect women and treat them like fine china. Maybe that was his mistake? Maybe that’s why girls ended up breaking up with him?
Even Jill, though she had married him, had always seemed to hold a part of herself back, away from him, off limits. He had always known he loved her more than she loved him, but had hoped over time that would change.
Something had happened last night. All his carefully controlled behaviors had been blown apart by his rage and then his lust. He had never expected her response, which had been so intense and so genuine.
Hard to believe that the despair he had felt when seeing his wife yet again with another man had shifted into something so different. He was filled with hope and a fierce excitement. Something had awakened inside him, fueled by her strong reactions.
He loved Jill with a passion, but realized that until last night, he had never expressed that passion in a way she could really feel. Was this the beginning for them? The beginning of a new relationship?
~*~
Jill couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened the night before. In the space of a few minutes, Barry had become a new man. A stranger, but a sexy and exciting stranger who was going to give her what she never even knew she had needed. When the phone rang she jumped, and then rushed to pick up the receiver.
“Hello?”
“Jill.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering crazily.
“How are you today?”
“Me? Oh, um, I’m fine.” She felt like an idiot, a tongue-tied teenaged idiot.
“Good. I’ve been doing some thinking. About you. About your behavior. About what we need to do about it.” Barry’s voice had a new strength to it—a confidence she’d never heard before. She said nothing, waiting.
“There are going to be some changes. You’re going to have to earn your way back into my trust. And you’re going to have to do it my way. You’re going to have to obey me. To trust me and to do what I tell you. You have a choice to make, Jill. You have to make a promise to me that you’ll stop fucking around with other guys, and you have to trust me to teach you how to behave. If you can’t give me that, I’m not sure we can salvage this relationship. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” Jill whispered, her heart thumping.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir.” Just the words sent a spasm of desire through her pussy.
“Good. The first thing we’ll do is set some ground rules. We’ll discuss them tonight. As I said last night, you are no longer my wife. You are my property. I own you. Do you understand?”
Property! She should have been outraged. But she wasn’t. She was deeply intrigued. “Yes, Sir,” she said again.
“This afternoon,” Barry continued, “I want you to log on to a site I think would be useful. It’s called subspace.com. I want you to go there and read everything you see. Take your time. Think about what you’re reading and how it makes you feel. We’ll talk it over tonight, when I get home.”
“Yes, Sir.” The phone clicked and he was gone.
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