Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 10

Chapter 10

“Yes, you do.” Paul replied flatly as they pulled up into the parking lot.

“Let’s go,” he said, getting out of her car.

They were the only ones inside, and Paul grabbed a basket, which didn’t take long to fill: ropes, cuffs, a whip, a paddle, plugs, dildos, an anal hook, all the while Valerie followed him around, blushing, eyes widening at everything he pulled off the wall.

“Um, sir,” she asked meekly.

“Yes?”

“Can we buy something for you to, um, play with me too? Not just punish?” She asked, blushing profusely, and Paul smiled.

“What did you have in mind?” He asked, and her eyes lit up, walking over to the vibrator section, pulling out a large, expensive double pronged vibrating dildo as well as a Hitachi wand.

“For when I’m being good?” She asked, and Paul nodded, watching her smile grow as she tossed it in the basket.

“Of course,” Paul told her, and together they walked up to the front of the store.

“Looks like you two are gonna have a lot of fun,” the grimy older man at the counter smiled. “Just in the bedroom? Or is she your sub?”

“Oh, she’s mine, I own her,” Paul replied, and Valerie looked away, blushing and smiling.

“Well she’s beautiful, you’re a lucky guy,” the cashier smiled, looking Valarie up and down.

“Thanks, would you like to see her body?” Paul asked, and Valerie’s face shot up at him, glaring, worried and almost angry.

“Sure,” the guy laughed and Paul grabbed her arm, pushing her to the side of the counter.

“Lift your dress up,” he told her, and she gulped, biting her lip, then nodded.

“Yes sir,” she whispered, lifting her dress up over her head, standing completely naked in front of the old man.

“Wow, beautiful,” he admired, staring her up and down, and Paul took her dress from her and set it in the basket.

“Stick out your ass, whore,” he told her, and she blushed profusely, meekly whimpering as she turned around, clutching to Paul as she stuck her ass up at the cashier, shaking it from side to side slowly.

Paul reached behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them so the cashier could get a better view of her tight little ass and her pussy, practically dripping wet.

“Sheesh, kid,” the cashier laughed, stepping forward. “Mind if I touch her?”

Valerie winced, her heart racing at the idea of this stranger groping her, or worse.

“I do mind,” Paul replied flatly, then turned to Valerie. “Put your dress back on.”

The cashier shrugged, sighing as he finished ringing up their order, and when the total popped up, Valerie stepped forward to pay for everything.

They left with two large bags in hand and got in the car, and Valerie leaned over the console, rubbing Paul’s bulge while he drove off.

“Oh! Thank you, for not letting him touch me, sir!” She smiled, nuzzling her face against his arm as her fingers slowly unzipped his pants.

“You’re welcome, but just so we’re clear, I wasn’t doing that out of kindness,” he told her as she pulled out his cock.

“What?” She asked, licking the tip of his dick and stroking him off.

“I’m not going to start pimping out your beautiful body until after I’ve fucked all your holes first,” he threatened, but before she could protest, he grabbed her hair and shoved his cock down her throat.

Paul shook his head from side to side as Valerie bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Finally, he pulled into her garage and turning the car off, picking her head up by her hair and smearing her spit into her face.

“You’re going to go put on some sexy lingerie for me, and get dolled up as well, I want you looking your best when I fuck your pussy,” he told her, and she nodded.

“Yes sir,” she smiled, getting out of the car and walking inside.

Paul sat down on the couch, waiting patiently, relaxing in the large, luxurious house as Valerie disappeared.

When she came back, she looked absolutely stunning: long white lace stockings, a tiny thong with a bright blue frilly tutu and long straps of bright blue silk that wrapped up over her shoulders, binding her tits back and showing off her cleavage. Her lipstick was bright blue, as was her eyeliner, with little pink and black dots, making her look like a piece of candy.

“Like this, sir?” She asked, smiling, and Paul stared at her, almost in shock.

“Turn around, let me see your ass,” he told her, and she complied, sticking her ass up and shaking it slowly from side to side. It was already starting to bruise from her spanking earlier, and Paul groaned quietly.