Free The Unexpected Dom #1: Jennifer's Revenge (BBW BDSM Male Submission) by Meghan Boehners Page B

laugh or cry at that. He hadn't fucked her in so long she couldn't really remember whether she WAS good in bed or not. In fact, as she recalled, it had been two months. Two months of using her Battery Operated Boyfriend so often that in certain states Declan could have sued her for adultery – she'd burned out five sets of batteries in eight weeks.
    It was so typical of him but she was fed up with his nonsense and his cruelty. She marched upstairs to their bedroom and threw his pillow and a blanket down to him. Then she locked the door so he couldn’t get in. As she had suspected he would do, he simply passed out on the couch, not having the balance needed to navigate the stairs.
    And for the record , she thought as she faded off to sleep, I am damn good in bed. Maybe it's time I stretch those pussy muscles, and maybe I'll cheat on you the way you've been cheating on me .
    REALLY stretch them.

    The next morning, Jennifer didn’t bother waking Declan up before she left the house to do some shopping. She didn’t know how he managed to wake up on his own or when he had left for work, but he was gone when she returned a few hours later, a fact for which she was eternally grateful. There were some very important things she needed to do before he returned from work that evening and he had to be absent for her to complete them.
    Jennifer glanced in the mirror at her new hair. The stylist had definitely kept his word about transforming her. The once mousy brown and drab hair that had been hers was now a vibrant and shiny, deep auburn that brought out her green cat eyes. She had also let him cut it in a shoulder-length style that suited her face perfectly.
    Next had been a stop for a complete makeover. She learned lots of makeup tricks and came home with several bags of recommended products. Jennifer was still a bit in awe at the change in her. In fact, she wasn’t sure her own mother would recognize her right now. But that was a very good thing.
    She hurried to finish getting things in place before Declan returned home from work. He had some lessons of his own to learn and she was going to be his teacher. Wouldn’t he be surprised? she thought as she set things up in family room. There was plenty of space and privacy in here to do what she needed. Finally, about thirty minutes before Declan was due home, she ran upstairs to the bedroom and changed into her new outfit.
    Right on cue, she heard Declan’s car pull into the driveway. Jennifer raced downstairs so she could be at her post just behind the front door. She had locked the door to give herself a bit more time to get ready because she knew that Declan would have to take time to unlock it. As he fumbled around with the key at the lock, Jennifer could hear him cursing her with each breath. She smiled at the sound because that merely spurred her on.
    Declan finally managed to unlock the door and stepped inside. As soon as he slammed the door, he started to yell for Jennifer. Before he even realized what was going on, Jennifer leaped on him from behind and wrapped a cord around his chest. She had him on the floor and was straddling him in no time, hog tying him, rendering him completely helpless.
    And fully bound, controlled solely by her.
    “What the FUCK are you DOING?” he roared.
    “Shut up, Moron!” Jennifer said in a deadly quiet voice. “It’s time for you to learn a lesson or two about respecting your wife.”
    He kept straining and fighting against the cord she was using to keep him under control.
    “Be still or you’re going to force me to hurt you,” she said.
    Oddly enough, Declan stopped struggling and simply stared up at her. Jennifer stood up and used the long end of the cord to haul him to his feet. She led him into the family room. She halted at a table that held various items, among them a pair of scissors, which she picked up. Positioning the scissors at Declan’s neck, she started cutting on his clothes. Since the scissors were sharp, she made