Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 11

Chapter 11

“Get all the toys out and set them on the table,” He told her, and she nodded, jumping forward and grabbing all of them, pulling them out from their boxes, humming and smiling.

Finally, when they were all out, Paul stood up.

“Pull those straps off,” he demanded, and Valerie pulled the silk straps, leaving her tits and back completely bare.

“Give me your hands,” he demanded, and as she walked over, shaking her hips and holding out her hands, Paul could feel his cock getting harder.

Using his experience in the boy scouts, he quickly roped them together, binding them tight, then he walked over to the stair well.

“Stand right there,” he said, pointing at the wall beside it, then he brought the rope up with him as he walked up the stairs, tying it tightly to one of the banisters, tethering her hands above her head.

“Wh- what are you going to do to me?” Valerie whimpered, and Paul smiled.

“I’m going to show you what’s going to happen if you ever decide to disobey me again,” Paul smiled, walking back down the stairs and grabbed the whip.

“I won’t! I won’t sir! Please! You don’t have to punish me! I promise, I’ll be a good little girl for you! I’ll stay on my best behavior for you!” She squirmed.

“I know you will,” Paul laughed, then he whipped her.

Her back arched and her tits pressed against the wall, gasping for air as she squirmed, kicking and turning around a little.

“No! Please! No more!” She begged, but Paul lashed her again.

“Tell me you’re a disgusting little whore,” Paul demanded, lashing her again, and she whimpered and cried.

“Oh god! I’m a disgusting whore! I’m worthless! Oh!” She sobbed as he lashed her again and again.

“Are you going to be a good little slut for me?” He asked, giving her a moment to recover as she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks, her makeup running.

“Yes! Yes! I’ll be the best little slut for you! I’ll be your slut! All yours!”

Then he whipped her again and again, and she cried.

“I belong to you! I’m your whore! I’m your property! You own me!” She screamed, kicking and flinching, whimpering and sobbing, until finally Paul stopped.

“Have you had enough?” Paul asked, and she nodded, looking down, her face pressed against the wall. “Turn around.”

She whimpered, turning around to face him, and he walked forward, wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her back as she nuzzled her face against his chest, sobbing quietly.

“I’ll be such a good little girl for you! I promise, sir!” She whimpered meekly as Paul held her, then he stepped back.

He started groping her tits and squeezing her nipples. She groaned, leaning forward, baring her tits for him, and he leaned in, kissing and biting them, groping them as she moaned.

His hands slowly crept down her body and when he came to her pussy, he found her dripping wet, her juices running down her legs, her wet, sloppy little pussy making noises as he started rubbing her clit.

“Are you ready for my cock?” He asked, and she nodded.

“Please! I want your cock so bad!” She groaned, and Paul pulled his dick out, lifting up her leg and spitting on it to lube it up. She was surprisingly limber, her leg lifting up and over Paul’s shoulder with ease as he pushed her panties aside.

“Oh!” She moaned as he pressed the head of his dick against her pussy, having to push it against her hole gently, a couple tries, before he finally penetrated her.

“OH GOD PAUL OH FUCK!” She screamed as his cock slowly thrust inside her, barely making it halfway before she started screaming and shaking her head.

“IT’S TOO BIG! YOU’RE TOO BIG! OH GOD!” She groaned, but Paul grabbed her ass and pulled her all the way next to him, burying his cock in her pussy as she groaned, gasped, panting like an animal in heat, quivering against his touch.

“Oh Paul,” she sobbed, then he pulled back, pumping into her slowly as she cried, her body giving up and hanging by her arms, her legs shaking.

“FUCK!” She screamed, and the splash of her juices squirting on the floor was all Paul needed to hear to know she was cumming.

“Oh!” She squealed, sobbing and panting as Paul pulled out his dick.

“What are you?” Paul asked as he stepped away, walking up the stairs and slowly untying the rope.

“I’m a worthless whore,” Valerie whimpered, sniffling, “I’m your whore, Paul, I’m your property! I’ll be so good for you, sir!”

Paul smiled as he untied her, letting her slowly slump to the ground, curling up and laying in her own mess.

Paul walked down and bent down next to her, untying her hands, and petting her as she composed herself, finally grabbing her hair and forcing her to sit up, pulling her along as she crawled over to the couch.