Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I walked over to the closet and removed the dress I’d kept hidden from sight and stepped into it out of his view. When I walked back into the room I pretended not to hear his indrawn
breath. I held mine waiting to see what he would do and was about to give up hope when a few seconds slipped by without a word. But then I’d felt his hands on me and the next thing I
knew the dress was torn in half and lying in a heap at my feet. “What’s your second choice?” I looked over my shoulder at him with my mouth hanging open, his face looked like a
thundercloud. It was all I could do not to break into laughter but that would spoil the whole plan. “Jake…” He pushed me back against the wall and put his hand around my throat. Uh oh,
maybe I’d gone too far. “Where the fuck did you get that shit? Did you really think you were gonna walk out of here in that?” I tried calming him down but he was off and running. “I’ve
let you get away with shit because I was trying to show you how much I love and appreciate you and you’ve done plenty in the last few weeks to push my buttons but this is the fucking
limit. You’re not going anywhere now, in fact it would be a fucking miracle if you ever leave this house without me again if that’s the type of shit you’re gonna be wearing.” He didn’t
stop there either, after ranting and raving he’d called Mindy and told her to go on ahead without me. I’m sure she’d understood because I’d let her in on what I was doing but she’d given
him a hard time on the phone and he’d hung up on her.
“Get over here.” I wanted to run and jump on him but I couldn’t seem too obvious. He’d just torn my new dress I had to show him how pissed I was. I walked as slowly as I could over to
where he now stood next to the bed. “Why did you tear my dress Jake? I’m not a kid you can’t tell me what to wear.” I thought for sure he’d pop a gasket at that one. His nose flared, his
fists clenched and he gritted his teeth. He pulled me into him and sat on the bed dragging me over his knees. “You…do…not…wear…what…I…tell…you…not…to... fuck.” Each word was punctuated
with a hard slap to my ass which was already heating up. “Jake cut it out.” There were tears because those things stung but inside I was jumping for joy. My man was back and boy was he
ever. After spanking my ass he threw me face down on the bed and tore my panties down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see him unzipping his jeans. “Don’t you fucking move or it’s
gonna be your ass.” I turned my head back around and bit my lip to stifle my laughter. His big hands came around my hips and he pulled just my ass up. I felt his tongue enter me from
behind and started cumming immediately. After he’d made me cum in his mouth twice he licked the red welts his hands had left on my ass before kneeling and slamming into me. I arched my
back taking him deeper inside. He’d kept up his lecture but I heard about half of what he said. I was too busy enjoying the pummeling of my life. He took me all night that night,
throwing me around the bed like a rag doll from one position to the next. I was a very sore but extremely happy girl after that. Suffice it to say I had my husband back and was ready to
strangle him within the week.
Jake
“I have to get going boys Jacqueline’s time is near and I don’t like leaving her alone in the evenings.” We were wrapping up the last case we’d just taken care of, human trafficking into
slavery. What the fuck? We’d saved men, women and children from a fate almost certainly worst than death. Supe was gonna have his hands full explaining to the powers that be how it was
that an Op that had gone off without a hitch had culminated in the deaths of three traffickers and their boss who hadn’t even been on scene.
“She’s not alone I just spoke to Melissa they’re all over there doing that egg thing.” Shit, my fucking wife doesn’t listen for shit. I distinctly remember telling her hardheaded ass not
to do that shit. She’s due any day and the doc said she was carrying low whatever the fuck that meant. I understood it to mean she should be staying off her fucking feet and not running
up and down painting fucking eggs. I grabbed my keys without another word and headed out of the office. At least they waited until they thought I’d made it to the elevators before
breaking into laughter. Disrespectful fucks, everyone thinks I’m over reacting about the whole pregnancy deal but I saw that morning sickness shit and what it did to her. Not to mention
the horror movie the sadist at the Lamaze class deal had shown. I’d almost threatened to have her ass arrested but Jacqueline said it was perfectly natural to show a room full of
pregnant women that gruesome shit. Sick fuckery if you ask me.