Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 26

Chapter 26

“Mmm! I was starting to worry that you might be getting soft on me!” She groaned, arching her back and sticking her ass out at him, shaking it from side to side.

“Not on your life,” Paul laughed, spanking her again, then he grabbed her throat and pulled her towards him, kissing her, then pushing her down to her knees.

“Come along, kitten,” he told her, grabbing his drink and walking towards the dining room, “I have a special treat for you.”

It took some time and quite a bit of work before Paul was done, but once he was finished, he stepped back, grabbing his drink off the dining room table and taking a seat at one of the chairs, admiring his work.

Valerie was hog tied to a chair, completely naked, the chair turned around so her tits were resting right above the back of it, her legs and arms tethered to the two back legs, her ass sticking out at the front of the seat. She had a ball gag in and the blindfold on, huffing and puffing, taking deep, excited breaths as drool ran down her chin, her hair pulled back and tied to a rope that was attached to the anal hook buried deep in her ass.

She was tied so tight that she could barely move an inch, any movement on her part would pull on the anal hook.

“You look beautiful,” Paul smiled, petting her back, and she winced, whimpering at his touch, nervous and scared, and then Paul’s cell phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hold on just a second, kitten,” Paul told her, walking off, opening the front door quietly and stepping outside.

It was dark outside and the lights were off, so he wasn’t too afraid of anyone seeing, but still, his heart thumped loudly in his chest as he watched his three friends, Zach, Tyler, and Brent, walking up.

“You guys ready?” He asked, and they all nodded nervously.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Paul, is she seriously gonna fuck all of us?” Tyler asked, shaking his head.

“She’ll do whatever I tell her to.” Paul told them. “But remember, you have to be as rough and degrading as you can be. Don’t be nice, don’t be a fucking pussy about it, just be rough and mean, she loves this sort of thing, it’s one of her biggest fantasies.”

“You sure man? This isn’t some sketchy set up?” Brent asked, fumbling for words. “I don’t want to, like, rape a girl or anything.”

Paul laughed, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry about it, trust me,” Paul said, opening the door and walking them inside.

As they came through the house and into the dining room, all three of their jaws dropped, staring at the incredible sight before them. A voluptuous, incredibly well endowed redhead, tied up naked, completely bound and ready to be fucked, waiting for them like a piece of meat.

“Holy shit,” Zack groaned, and when Valerie heard the unfamiliar voice and multiple footsteps walking into the room, she started gasping, whimpering and tugging at her restraints, making a show of trying to get out.

“Did you bring the money?” Paul asked, plenty loud enough for her to hear.

“Yeah, here,” Zack said, digging into his pockets and pulling out a couple of bills.

“Yeah,” Tyler almost whispered, following suit.

“Man, honestly, dude, I thought you were fucking with us,” Brent replied pulling out his wallet. “I only brought a couple bucks and some change, here, like four dollars.”

“Ha, shit,” Paul laughed, turning towards Valerie. “Well, she is a disgusting, filthy little whore, I guess four dollars is about all she’s worth, maybe too much.”

At that Valerie started groaning and whimpering, trying her best to shake her head from side to side, huffing and puffing.

“What’s that, kitten?” Paul asked, walking up to her and spanking her ass, pulling out her gag.

“B-b-but sir!” She protested, “I’m worth more than four dollars!”

Paul spanked her ass and shoved her ball gag back in, slapping her in the face, watching his friends eyes grow wide as he abused her.

“You’re barely worth anything at all, slut,” he told her, spanking her again, and she whimpered, doing her best to nod her head.

“Paul, shit, I don’t know, man,” Tyler shook his head. “You sure this is cool?”

Paul pet Valerie, then pulled out her gag, and she panted, catching her breath.

“I belong to Paul,” she quickly answered Tyler. “I do whatever he tells me.”

With that, the guys shrugged, stepping forward, their fears diminished.

“Paul! Paul!” Valerie whispered, and Paul knelt before her, letting her whisper in his ear.

“Yes, kitten?” Paul asked quietly as his friends disrobed.

“I- I- I um, I want to act like I don’t want it, can I?” She asked, her lip quivering, and Paul pet her.

“Yes, of course,” he told her, and she smiled, gasping a little.

“And, um, if I need to stop, if I need your friends to stop, will you-” She lingered for a moment, “will you protect me? Will you make them stop?”