Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 30

Chapter 30

“Alright, alright, yeah, it’s a little girly.” Zack laughed.

“Girly?” Valerie snapped, her nostrils flaring, then she turned to Paul, catching his eye, and calming herself, smiling. “Oh no, dirty martinis are girly, that drink is downright childish.”

Tyler and Brent could barely help themselves, chortling and snorting as they clapped Zack on the shoulder, and Valerie came out from behind the bar, sauntering up to Paul, wrapping her arms around him and resting her face on his chest.

“But if you’re implying that Paul had to bribe me or blackmail me to be his little kitten, I won’t have it,” she warned, turning back to Brent. “Paul’s my big, strong, sweet man, he treats me better than anyone’s ever bothered to try.”

Paul felt his stomach flip with guilt as she stood there lying for his behalf, trying not to make eye contact.

“Fair enough, well, he’s a lucky man,” Brent smiled, and they finished their cocktails, all the guys trying to flirt with and impress Valerie, staring at her body, before finally Tyler drained his glass.

“Hey, Valerie, would you mind making me another?” He asked, and she turned to Paul.

“Oh, no, I’d rather not have a bunch of young, underage boys getting drunk at my house,” she admitted, looking up at Paul. “Is that alright, sir? I’m getting very tired, you did a good job of wearing me out.”

“Valeries right,” Paul agreed, shrugging, ushering them out of the room. “Maybe some other time.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Tyler shrugged, and they all finished their drinks, slowly walking out the room.

“Well, thanks for having us,” Brent smiled, blushing, and Valerie leaned in, kissing them one by one on the cheek as they headed out the front door.

“Any time,” She giggled, then caught herself. “Well, any time that Paul allows it.”

They all groaned a little, then stepped out and into the dark night.

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Once they were all gone, Valerie lunged at Paul, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

“Oh Paul!” She moaned, rubbing her face against his neck. “That was wonderful! It was a dream come true!”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” Paul laughed, spanking her ass, and she bounced, giggling.

“I did, you’re the best sir a little kitten could ever ask for,” She moaned.

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Paul laughed, and she dropped to her knees, waiting patiently as Paul grabbed her leash off the mantle and walked back over to her, clipping it into her collar.

“Take me to bed?” She whimpered, and Paul nodded.

“Come along, kitten,” He told her, and she followed him obediently up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

“You, uh, you don’t really want me to start pimping you out, do you?” Paul asked as he undressed, sheepishly looking away.

“No, silly, of course not!” She laughed, stripping herself naked and lying down on the bed, watching him undress. “I don’t want to be a real whore, that was all, well, just a lovely little fantasy.”

She giggled as she watched Paul toss his clothes aside and lie down next to her.

“Good, that was fun, but I don’t, I’d never want to actually share you like that, I mean, all the time or anything,” Paul fumbled for words, and Valerie blushed.

“No, you never will, I’m all yours, sir,” She purred, pulling him close, nuzzling up next to him. “I belong to you, no one else.”

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The next week and a half flew by like a dream. Paul spent almost every night at Valerie’s, fucking her and punishing her. She’d dress up for him, play music for him, even taught him how to mix drinks and dance, and they’d managed to go out more than once, driving a couple towns over so as to not be recognized, and she’d insistently bought him outfits for the occasion.

Everything was getting to be so normal, so enjoyable, but then Roger returned, and Paul was put out, having to wait patiently for a week before he left again, this time for Fiji or the Caymen Islands or Thailand or something.

And that’s how Paul found himself walking down the side of the road away from his house, sweating in the hot sun, before a large, black SUV pulled up, and the window rolled down.

“Get in,” Valerie smiled, and he jumped into the passenger seat. She was wearing yoga pants and a tight black tank top, a big handkerchief tying her hair back and sunglasses hiding her face, like a fugitive or a woman having an affair.

“Oh god, I’ve missed you, sir!” Valerie groaned, unbuckling her seat belt and jumping into his lap, the car still running in the middle of the road as she kissed him and sank her nails into his flesh.

“Whoa, ha, relax,” Paul laughed, pushing her off of him. “It’s only been a couple days, here, let’s find a spot we can be alone at.”

Valerie blushed, pulling back, then lunged forward and continued kissing him.