Chapter Four
Arthur followed her to the bed where she turned, waited for him to pull off her shorts and panties and then draped herself invitingly with legs spread wide.
“I want two, ‘faggot’, and make them good.”
Arthur dove into his work with a vengeance. This was a new side to his wife and, while the coldness of her behavior thrilled him, he hadn’t liked how hard she had hit him with the whip. That had really hurt and had clearly left a welt that would be visible for days.
When he completed his ministrations on her mound of love Arthur sat back and waited. Emma basked in the afterglow for a while secretly pining for the great post-orgasmic cuddles that they used to have. They weren’t appropriate now that she was in this new, strange, but in many ways satisfying position of being abl
