Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 32

Chapter 32

“OH FUCK!” She moaned.

“Who’s my sweet, little kitten?” Paul asked, as she slowly recovered.

“M-m-me?” She asked, and Paul nodded, watching her turn from him and hide her face, cumming one last time before he groaned, filling her ass with cum.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Paul!” She whimpered, turning to him. “Paul, please, hand me the plug.”

Paul grabbed it and handed it to her, watching as she feverishly licked it and lubed it up, shoving it back into place before collapsing.

“I want to keep your cum inside me,” She whimpered, and Paul lied down next to her, rubbing her flesh as she quivered and gasped, slowly calming herself down.

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“And you don’t look like you’re eating enough,” Valerie nagged him as they drove back through their neighborhood. “Fuck, nobody feeds you when I’m not around!”

“Relax, I eat, I eat,” Paul laughed, and she smiled, parking the car and staring at him.

They’d lied together and cuddled for as long as Valerie could get away with at the mall parking lot, but she’d promised Roger she’d be back from “her work out” early so he could take her to dinner.

“Not enough!” She snapped, smiling and blushing at him, then she reached into her purse and grabbed her wallet, pulling out a handful of twenties and pushing it into his hands.

“Take it, go out to eat tonight, my treat,” she insisted, and Paul rolled his eyes.

“So you’re giving me an allowance now?” He joked, and she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“I’d much rather you make me earn it by being your filthy whore,” She whispered, and he leaned in, grabbing her neck and kissing her, then slapping her tits and choking her while she gasped and moaned.

“Soon enough,” he laughed, stepping out of the car, leaving her gasping and panting.

He started walking back to his house and she pulled up, driving slowly next to him.

“Same time tomorrow?” She asked, and Paul nodded.

“See you then, kitten,” he smiled, watching her car drive off, leaving him walking the remaining block or two back to his house alone.

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Paul woke up early the next day, unable to sleep, unable to think about anything besides seeing Valerie again. He missed her smile, her sophisticated, sarcastic demeanour. He thought about what she’d said, that she belonged to him, and he looked over at his computer desk, the flash drive sitting near the edge, and his stomach dropped.

Was she really his? Did she really care? How could he know when he lorded her old affair over her, when he blackmailed her for her body. Did she care anymore? Would she still be his if he gave her the flash drive? Or was that the only reason she stayed.

It was raining when he left, pocketing the drive and grabbing an umbrella, walking the few blocks down to where they’d agreed to meet.

Noon came and she wasn’t there, so he waited. It was almost a half an hour before she drove up in her red sports car, but she didn’t roll the window down. Paul closed the umbrella and stepped inside, dripping wet.

“Hi,” She sniffled, and Paul turned to her. She was wearing her big, baggy hoodie and sweatpants. Her eyes were red and puffy, she’d been crying.

“Kitten?” Paul asked, leaning over, but she flinched, shaking her head.

“We need to talk,” she told him, her voice cracking, almost a whisper.

“Yeah,” Paul sighed, nodding.

They drove to the park, finding a secluded spot and she turned the car off, turning to him as the rain pitter pattered on the roof.

“What are we doing?” She asked, flat out, and Paul shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he stammered, grabbing her hand, and she laced her fingers around his. “What’s wrong?”

She turned away, sniffling and sobbing quietly, clenching his hand in hers for some time before she looked at him.

“Roger, last night, he took me out for dinner, he ap- he apologized, for how he’s been treating me. He said, he said after his next trip, he wants to take me to Hawaii or Mexico or the Caribbean, somewhere nice, spend a couple weeks together and try to work it out, he wants to work things out.”

“Oh,” Paul said, her every word adding another brick to his chest, making it so hard to breath.

“What are we? What is this?” She asked, sobbing and rubbing his fingers.

“I don’t know,” Paul stammered, feeling worse than ever. “But it’s something.”

“Am I just your pet? Is it just physical?” Valerie sobbed, pulling her hand from his. “I need to know, Paul!”

Paul steadied his breath, barely able to speak above a whisper.