Testing the Submissive(35)
“It was the only way I could ensure this wasn’t simply an infatuation between us. We needed time to think, to process, to reconsider. Time and distance do wonders to elucidate true feelings.”
“Have you had sex with other girls, since meeting me?”
“Pre-Paris, yes. Post-Paris, no. Not since Veronica.”
“Will you have sex with other women, in the future?”
“Not without your knowledge or involvement. I’m sure it will happen at some point, but never behind your back. We’re a couple now. No secrets, on either side. I will never ‘cheat’ if that’s what you mean.”
“I don’t know what else to say, Master. I’m blown away.”
“Perhaps I should ask my question then?” Lewis suggested. I hadn’t noticed that his hand had reached for something.
“I love you more than anything. You are my dream girl. Will you marry me, Abby?”
The thing he had reached for was a blue box from Tiffany’s.
CHAPTER 18: VISITING HIS OFFICE
Two glorious months later…
It still seems surreal that we’re married now. The wedding was as amazing as I had dreamed it would be. At first my family and some of my extended friends were concerned that I was marrying someone I barely knew. In their presence, to say that Lewis treated me like gold would be an understatement. It was quite funny actually. An inside joke between us. At one of the pre-wedding celebrations everyone kept going on and on about how much he must adore me, to be so caring and gentle and kind toward me. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone in attendance, underneath my black Ann Taylor dress, were a half-dozen fresh welts from a Singapore cane. Earlier that day Lewis striped me, and then took my ass. In fact, the butt plug still embedded deep inside my back entrance was surely keeping some of his cum from leaking down my leg. But who knew? No one. We walked around and mingled with the guests, Lewis’ firm hand on my lower waist, enjoying hors d’oeurves, and making chit chat. I was the envy of every single woman there – and yet, imagine if they knew what took place behind the front door of Lewis’ suite. For me, our secret was pure happiness.
Lewis insisted on pulling me out of the network right after the wedding. I was replaced by Ivy, who is Xochi’s cousin and the network’s latest whipping bitch.
The other girls were sad to see me retire so soon, as it were, but they understood. They knew I had no say in these matters and it was entirely Lewis’ decision. As his wife, he no longer wanted to pimp me out. I was his now.
The network also respected Lewis’ decision without objection. They even allowed me to visit the girls at the Four Seasons for their annual pajama party. This time Ivy, as the new girl, was the clean-up maid. We had as much fun as the year prior, in my case with Lewis’ full blessing of course.
That said, nothing excited me more than a session with my husband. He always made everything so exceedingly electrifying. There was no such thing as dull sex with Lewis. If we were watching a movie and came across a hot scene, or reading a novel, or heard about a new technique or a new toy – we tried it. Lewis was game for anything, particularly if it involved the domination of me. It was bliss for both of us.
Take for example, the day we joked about sneaking me into his office to spend the afternoon ‘under the boss’s desk’. Most couples kid around about such things. The only difference being, Lewis makes it happen. Others might talk about it, we actually do it.
He chose the day carefully. It was early August and a short work week. Most of his staff would be on vacation. He was working on a new-business Powerpoint presentation which required quiet writing time in his office, and most importantly, no meetings. This was an ideal day to inconspicuously sneak me in.
We met in the lobby of his office building as planned. He told me to arrive at noon, and not a moment later. To be safe, I got there a few minutes early and used the opportunity to look around. I caught my refection in the large windows. I looked quite striking, I thought to myself, not bad at all. That said, when Lewis saw me, he didn’t compliment me the way that he usually did. Not at a time like this. I was there for one purpose, and one purpose only – to worship his cock. My skin showed off my glowing summer tan, accentuated by my white dress. It was sleeveless, scooped neck, and hemmed just above my knee. It was the perfect balance between stylishly sexy and something that looks appropriate in a corporate office. I followed him into and up the elevator, his hand on the small of my back directing my every move. We made it to his personal office largely unseen. So far, so good.
Once in there, he directed me to clear off his desk. Next I was told to lie across it, on my back. I was wet instantly, just from the anticipation of how we’d spend the next several hours, never mind his casual confidence. It drove me wild with desire. When he nodded, I unzipped his pants, and his cock sprung free. I grasped it with my hand and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, kissing my way to the very tip of it.