The alarm went off at 6:30am, as it did every morning. John was a creature of habit. Mia was a bad sleeper, prone to restless nights and sleeping in to lazy mornings. That ended today. She would rise when he did, service him properly and begin her day when he did. She would be happier that way. He knew it.
He silenced the phone's buzzing and looked over at her sleeping form. Her face was crusted with the dried spit and cum from yesterday. She looked soft and sweet in her sleep. She was prone to insomnia. Sleep never came easily to her and when it did, it was usually restless. Not now. He doubted she'd had a better night's rest in her life than last night, covered in his cum, plugged in the ass.
He stroked her breast, pulling her nipple out from over the top of the corset, thumbed it to a hard peek. She smacked her lips, the crust of cum breaking, and licked at them.
She moaned when he tugged her nipple harder and used his knee to knock her legs open. He slid his hand down to palm the sticky wet expanse of her bald cunt. He could easily mount her now, fuck her fast. His dick was hard, as it always was around her, but it would be better to make her wait.
She moaned sleepily. He lowered his hand and tugged experimentally on the plug.
Her eyes popped open, and he couldn't stop the chuckle that rose in the back of his throat. Such a whore—she just needed to be shown the way. Even now, it was surprise tinged with pleasure that had her moving, rolling her hips into him. She'd be a good ass slut for him when the time was right.
He tugged the plug free, and she cried out.
"Go shower, Mia. Wash the plug, do what you need to do and come back to me."
Her brows lowered. Mia wasn't used to being ordered about. She usually did the ordering. Not anymore.
"Unless you'd rather the bigger plug."
Her honey-colored brows drew together. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because it's what you need, sweetheart."
She blinked her eyes fast, as if tears burned in them. "I thought you loved me."
"I do, my beautiful cunt. I love you very much. It's because I love you so much that I must do this."
"That makes no sense. You're treating me like a—"
"A what, Mia? I'm treating you like a whore?" He rolled her onto her belly and unhooked the stays of her corset, drawing his finger along the hard red lines it had left on her skin. Unclipped the garters and rolled them down her waist, drawing open the garter belt.
"Yes. You're treating me like a whore."
He laughed good-naturedly. "Of course I am. That's exactly what you are."
Naked before him, free even of the plug, he examined the body that was now his, pulled open her ass cheeks, probed her pussy.
His dick twitched.
Not yet.
"I am not a whore."
"But that's where you're wrong, Mia. Does your cunt not get hot at the very idea? Tell me, truly, does it make your pussy clench and drool when I call you whore, when I tell you that your opinions don't matter to me, that your sole purpose from now on is to do what I say, to open your holes to me. You are my wife, my love, my sacred responsibility, and my personal whore, and as such I will take care of you. I will see you fed properly, filled up with cum, sated with orgasms, relaxed with the bliss that comes from knowing you are well loved and protected. You will sleep better, know true fulfillment. All I ask is that you open yourself to me, fully."
"As a whore."
He laughed smugly and squeezed her ass. "Now you're beginning to see."
She blew out a long breath, like she was thinking it through.
He trailed his fingers down, slid them inside to find her hot and pulsing, her cunt liquid and ready for him. He wanted to fuck her badly. But not yet.
He swatted her on the ass hard enough to make her squeal. A bold red palm print bloomed across he pale skin. "Now go the bathroom and shower, wash your ass carefully, take the plug and clean it, dry your hair and put on your makeup, come back here and hand the plug to me. Ask me to please put it back in, call me sir. Our flight leaves in five hours. So, we need to head to the airport soon. Don't take too long."
She narrowed her eyes over her shoulder at him, so he slapped her ass again, even harder. She scrambled off the bed on wobbly legs and, and, with the plug in her hands, disappeared behind the bathroom door.
She came out forty minutes later, naked, her dark blond hair flowing down her back, her makeup elegant and subdued, the fat pearls in her ears and around her neck gleaming. His classy wife. No one would guess to look at her what a whore she really was.
