Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 50(@200wpm)___ 40(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
I sit down in a chair knowing in a moment, I'll stand right back up to go fuck her properly. No one is here, which is a fucking miracle, and means I'll get my girl all to myself for as long as I want in that dressing room.
My phone pings and I open it up. I smile when I take in the picture of my beautiful wife.
Her long dark hair is spilling over her back. She's not wearing a bra. Her tits are pressed together. Her nipples hard. The curve of her hip is turning me on, and she's wearing that little white thong. One hand at her hip, her other hand holding the phone to take the selfie.
"Good girl," I think. I slide the phone back in my pocket and walk toward the dressing room. No more punishments. Now she will get her reward for behaving correctly.
But before I get far, there she is, bouncing out of the dressing room in that little sundress. The lingerie bag over her shoulder with her purse and the clothes she wants to buy over her arm.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, tensing.
"What?" she says. "I thought we were going to go to the movies. Did you get the picture I just sent?"
"Yes. I got the picture, but why are you dressed?" I lean in close. "You know what I was planning on doing in there, once you did what you were supposed to do."
"What?" she asks, feigning innocence. Her eyes widen. Her big lips pressed in a pout, acting innocent.
"You know I was planning on going in there and fucking you, the way you've been asking me to since this morning."
"Well, I guess you'll have to wait till we get home," she says with a shrug. "I didn't realize you were planning on doing that. You should have said something, Ryan."
She presses a hand to my chest, patting me. "Now, can we go buy these things? The movie's going to start soon."
"Fuck the movie," I say, but she's walking past me toward the register. I shake my head in a growl. That little brat is going to need to be taught another lesson. And here I thought she knew the rules of the game. I guess I'll have to explain them to her more clearly.
Still, I'd be lying if I said her walking away with that cute little ass in that teeny-tiny dress didn't turn me on.
God, I love that woman.
I pay for her things, and she tells the woman at the register that she is wearing out one of the dresses she wants to purchase. "I put my other clothes in my shopping bag," she says.
The lady cuts the tag off the side of the dress, smiling. "It looks great on you," she says. "Thanks."
Rachel gives her a grin. "My husband here said I needed some new summer clothes. Isn't that sweet?"
"You're a lucky lady," the woman says. Then she hands Rachel her shopping bag.
We walk out of the store and I'm trying not to fume. Rachel knows exactly what she's doing, riling me up all over again.
I reach for her hand and hold it tight. "You are so fucking naughty. You know that?"
She giggles. "You really just need to be more clear about what you want. Then I wouldn't have such a hard time following directions."
I shake my head, concealing a smile. "Damn, you drive me crazy, woman."
"You make me pretty wild too," she says. "God, we got lucky in that dressing room. Do you think they would've kicked us out of the mall if we'd gotten caught?"
"Nah," I say. "I bet kids fuck around in dressing rooms all the time."
"We're not kids though," Rachel says. "We're almost 30."
"Hey," I say. "We can be in denial a little bit longer, right?"
She grins as we walk to the box office in the theater that's attached to the mall. I buy the tickets for us and ask if there are many seats left. "Yeah. I mean, it's a Thursday matinee. The place is empty," the guy at the register tells us.
"Do you want any snacks?" I ask Rachel. Which is a dumb question. My baby girl loves sweets like nothing else.
"Of course," she says. She orders gummy bears and M&Ms, a Coke, and a big bucket of popcorn.
I chuckle. "I guess you have some appetite."
“Yeah, I do, since no one's taken care of me the way I really need to be taken care of."
"That's your fault entirely," I say, as we walk into the theater. "You know I wanted to fuck you back there. You're playing your own game."
She smiles, "Fine. But it is kind of funny, making you so mad."
"You're such a little brat," I tease, pinching her ass, as we walk into the darkened theater. I guess we made it just in time, because the trailers begin as we take our seats in the very back row. The place is empty. The lights are low.