Free Be Careful What You Wish For: A Cuckold's Story by J.W. McKenna

anything.
    She looked over her shoulder to see her red ass jerk under the onslaught. “Stick your ass up, beg me to spank it,” he said.
    Liz was made to degrade herself and beg to be whipped. When he finished, she was sobbing on the bed, her ass on fire. He surprised her by climbing onto the bed and hugging her, telling her it would be all right. “As time goes on and you learn what I want, these spankings will come fewer and further between. Oh, and one more thing – because that ass is mine now, you can’t let Rick spank you. If he tries, tell him I said no. ”
    She couldn’t imagine Rick ever wanting to do that!
    He threaded the belt back into his pants and leaned down and kissed her. “Oh, I have a couple of small gift s for you.”
    She perked up. “ Gifts ?”
    He took a flash drive out of his pocket and handed it over. She knew at once it was the photos he had taken – the ones that he could easily blackmail Rick with, if he wanted to.
    “Uh, thanks.”
    “I’m sure Rick will want to see those. And one more thing.” He handed her a small box . She worried for a moment it might be an engagement ring and her hand shook when she took it. What would Rick say if he decided to take her away with him? Nervously she opened the box to find a small silver bracelet inside.
    “Oh!” She said, relieved, “a bracelet!”
    “It’s an anklet,” he said.
    “Oh. It’s very nice.” She wondered why he gave it to her. She took it out and noticed it had a small charm, about one-half inch in size. It was the black ace of spades. No, that wasn’t quite right, she decided, looking more closely at it. Inside the spade symbol was a silver Q.
    Her mouth dropped open. She knew, all at once, what it symbolized. She looked up at him. “The queen of spades.”
    He smiled. “That’s right, baby. And if I ever come by and you’re not wearing it, I’ll whip your ass until you can’t sit down.”
    “But…. what will Rick say?”
    “He’ll be fine with it, trust me. Now, put it on. The right ankle.” It wasn’t a request.
    Her mind still reeling from her spanking, Liz wasn’t about to disobey. Her fingers shook as she took the fine chain out of the box and fastened it around her ankle. It was a nice piece of jewelry, to be sure, but what it represented went deeper: a public display of Darrell’s ownership of her.
    “Darrell– ” she began.
    He put a finger to her lips. “From now on, I’d prefer that you call me by my nickname. Bull.”
    She stared. “B-Bull?” Her pussy throbbed.
    “Yes. If you call me Darrell, I’ll have to spank you.”
    She shivered and nodded. “Okay … Bull. If that’s what you want.” She wondered how Rick would react to that!
    He smiled. “I want you to be honest with yourself. You know sex with me is far better than sex with Rick. I can tell from the way you react.”
    She blushed, knowing he was right.
    “And if you agree to keep seeing me, we can include Rick in our little games,” he continued. “Now and then. But you have to tell him you’d like to keep going.”
    “I’m not sure it’s wise.”
    He leaned down and kissed her on the lips, sending new thrills into her stomach. “I think you know wise has nothing to do with it. It’s all about need. See you later.” He left.
    She stared after him, knowing he was right. He would show up whenever he wanted. And there didn’t seem to be anything she could do about it. Or wanted to do about it. The charm had just been a symbol of what had already happened to her. She needed his cock – and his strength.
    She found her laptop and plugged in the flash drive. She scrolled through the photos, gasping at every image. She looked like such a slut! And Rick seemed weak and helpless – even gay. It shocked her that he could so easily be turned.
    Darrell seemed to be taking over their lives.
    * * *
    Rick was in a better mood when he came home that evening. He had taken the flash drive from the video camera to work and relived