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My wedding night was supposed to be sweet, loving and special.

I guess my husband had other ideas.

When had he become so commanding, asking me to strip for him, to obey his every word?

And why is it so god damn hot?

I really didn't know what it meant to become a perfect wife until Joseph showed me.

Marriage is going to change me more than anyone ever said it could.

This short story contains explicit content, including a dominating husband forcing his wife to strip down, to do erotic and humiliating acts with sex toys, punishment from forced multiple orgasms, detailed BDSM, and so much more that it's too hot to list on Amazon's front page!

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EXCERPT:

“Annie,” he sighed in exasperation, “a good wife, a perfect wife, doesn't question her husband. She just obeys. Don't you want to obey me?”

My chest was tight, like my heart was growing too big to fit in my ribs. Was I actually getting excited by all of this? What harm is there in playing along? Timid, I let my mouth fall open for him.

He started gentle, sliding the toy around my mouth, dipping it inside to stroke my tongue. I can't lie, it was strangely erotic to have him playing with me like that.

Maybe I have an oral fixation and I didn't even know it.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me. I felt empty, like he'd taken something sweet from me. Joseph moved, sliding down to my feet. “Roll over, get on your belly,” he commanded.

My blood was becoming lava. Roll over? Am I a dog, now? There was no room to debate it. Instead of wasting time, I flipped onto my stomach, aware I was wearing nothing but my panties.

His shadow fell over me, voice scalding on my temple. “Open again,” he said. Swallowing uneasily, I did as he asked. “Now bite down.”

The rubber texture of the dildo slid across my tongue, but I obeyed. The rush that flowed through my body as I closed my teeth made my toes curl. I didn't even care that the hard object tasted awful.

Joseph brushed his fingers over my hair, smiling down on me in his wicked way. “Good girl. Now don't drop it, you'll need to hold onto that until I say otherwise. If not...” He traced the dip of my nude back, walking around to stand behind me. “Well. Let's say there'll be consequences.”

I shivered, not sure if I was nervous, excited, or both.