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

him. “The queen of spades? As in, you’re the queen of spades?”
    “Yes. He made it clear that I shouldn’t take it off.”
    “Really? Or what?”
    Without speaking, Liz reached around behind her and pulled her dress up. She wasn’t wearing any panties and Rick could see the red marks on her bottom.
    “What the hell…? He did this to you?”
    She nodded. “And she said it would be worse if I took the anklet off.”
    “He can’t do that! He has no right !”
    She came forward and put a hand on his chest. “ Yes, he does. My body belongs to him now .”
    Rick stood there, stunned. “He’s gotten into your head that much ? Or maybe it’s just your pussy.”
    She tipped her head . “I can’t explain it. He just does something to me.”
    He nodded. He knew what it was. “I just want to be around, that’s all.”
    “ I know . I j ust can’t seem to say no to him .”
    Rick felt conflicting emotions. It was as if his ego was wrestling with his id. One wanted to control the situation, the other wanted to let it play out, see what happened . He headed into the bedroom , his mind a whirl. He couldn’t stop himself. He yanked open his pants and let his hard cock jut out. He never thought it was such a small cock before. But compared to Darrell, it was tiny . Taking it in his right hand, he rubbed furiously, thinking about Darrell spanking his wife and fucking her.
    “Aaaugh!” he cried and shot his seed all over his hand. He cleaned himself up quickly, surprised at his overpowering reaction to Liz’s confession. God, if Darrell would only do that in front of him, it would be all right!
    He composed himself and returned to the kitchen. “Okay. Let me talk to Darrell. Maybe we can figure something out.”
    Liz flashed him a sly smile and returned to her cooking.
    * * *
    That had been a little too easy , she thought.
    At least she’d been honest with Rick. She had debated lying to him and pretending Darrell hadn’t come over, but she knew he would spot the anklet and wonder. She could’ve taken it off and put it on later. How would Bull ever know? She knew why she hadn’t – she liked what it represented. The man wanted her so strongly, he had to mark her. With his belt and his brand, the queen of spades. That’s what she was now, Bull’s queen of spades. Sooner or later, Rick would find out Darrell’s new nickname. She wondered if Rick might start calling him that as well.
    She wasn’t an idiot. She knew Rick had gone into masturbate just now. She could tell by his demeanor when he returned. Subdued and more pliable. It was obvious he was conflicted by Bull’s domination of her. Maybe he wanted to learn at the feet of the master, although the idea was laughable. Rick couldn’t learn anything from Bull. He just wasn’t the same. Rick was a small-dicked white boy and Bull was, well, Bull was Bull. His new name fit him.
    She didn’t like the whipping she had received, but it helped focus her mind, just as Bull had said. And it hadn’t hurt too much. Even now, she wiggled her ass as if she could feel it again. It made her pussy wet, but then, everything did nowadays. She wished Rick could have been more like him. Maybe their marria ge wouldn’t have been so boring all these years.
    No, that wasn’t fair. It wasn’t boring in traditional ways. They had fun. They went out to dinner and traveled. They had even talked about starting a family. But in the bedroom, it had been … quiet. Maybe even dull. She couldn’t remember the last time he had given her an orgasm. Not like the thundering orgasms Bull gave her every time. What woman wouldn’t get caught up in that?
    She paused to look down at her ankle. She liked having it there. It was like having a part of Bull touching her all the time. She had even showered with it on after her lover had left. She didn’t plan to take it off, yet she had worried that Rick might force her to. If he had insisted, she knew Bull would punish her, not him. She hoped