Free Traded for Love by Michelle Hughes, Dahlia Salvatore

couldn't help but wonder if the campaign had taken me away from home so much that I'd loosened my tether on her. Granted, we hadn't had much time for sex or roleplaying in the past few months, but I couldn't have guessed that she'd become so disobedient.
    She owed me her loyalty, her unwavering obedience. I'd demanded it when I first met her, and perhaps it was time to remind her just what she agreed to when she signed our marriage license, when she walked into my life with that youth and purity I craved.
    I'd wanted to destroy it.
    Maybe it was done. Maybe there really was nothing pure about her left.
    In my pocket, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out and scoffed at the caller ID, which displayed Julia's code name.
    Instead of answering it, I let it go to voicemail. She didn't leave a voice message.
    Moments later, I received a text message.
    Are we going tonight?
    I wiped the thin sheen of sweat from my forehead. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck Julia. She sickened me in almost every way. She was a means to an end—at best.
    Yes. I'll meet you at your place in three hours.
    Yes, Master.
    Immediately, I deleted the message thread and shoved my phone back in my pocket.
    This party was being thrown for swingers. I usually wasn't into that type of thing, seeing as I didn't like to share. What belonged to me, I possessed entirely. I was no stranger to jealousy, or fits of rage when someone challenged my authority, though I typically kept a calm exterior.
    The only person who could ever ruffle me was Emily, and I often was able to get away from her before my rage spiked. Lately, it was happening more frequently. Being around her incensed me, even when she didn't actively try to upset me.
    Maybe it was what she represented to me: my trophy wife, the mother of my child, obedient slave. I fondly remembered how submissive she'd been in our early relationship. Somehow, in the pit of my stomach, I could feel that those days were over. There was a difference between obedience and submission. Submission was entire; the body, mind and spirit surrendered. Obedience just meant listening. I wanted absolute submission.
    With the way things were between us, her full submission to me wasn't possible.
    The idea of the party excited me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on some unsuspecting fresh meat, to feel her quiver and hear her beg, then to sink my cock into her and listen to her scream while I filled her repeatedly.
    The walls of my bedroom were like those of a prison. Here, I was ruled by my obligations, by the career I'd decided to work up for myself, by Emily and her expectations, by the existence of the little girl who reminded me of my duties.
    Despite the fact that it was my job to be in control, I felt I possessed less of it in my home and at work. I needed someone new to control, and I was ready to go out and find it.

    Three hours later, I left without telling Emily where I was going. It wasn't as though she wanted to talk to me anyway, not after what had happened in this office.
    It didn't occur to me until I sped away from the house in my black Porsche 911 Turbo S that I should have chosen one of my less-conspicuous cars.
    Me? Inconspicuous? I chuckled at the mere idea.
    Julia didn't live far from our house on the Island. I had to cross the bridge, but traffic at night was nothing compared to daytime traffic. My mind wandered as I drove. Seeing Julia was easy in the most elementary sense of the word. Besides being able to make the trip blindfolded, she was always there, even after long periods of neglect.
    I was never sure why she cleaved to me so hard, especially when she meant so little to me. I'd chalked it up to her nymphomania and hadn't given it a whole lot of thought. I'd never deemed her worthy of the time it would take to sort out our relationship. She was good for some things, but they were few.
    Can I say I ever felt guilty about using Julia when I had a wife at home? Not really.
    I was probably wrong for that, but