Paul’s Trophy Wife Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Paul smiled, walking off and grabbing another trash bag, filling it with the empty bottles and spent tissues, letting her rest while he cleaned.

“You weren’t too drunk last night, were you?” He finally asked.

“Too drunk to what? Remember embarrassing myself by being a sloppy, drunken mess?” She smiled, standing up, but Paul shook his head.

“Sit down, relax,” he told her, and she fell back down.

“Yes sir,” she whispered, and Paul smiled.

“So you remember?” Paul asked, his heart beating.

“Yes, I remember everything,” she smiled faintly.

“Good,” Paul told her, walking off and getting the broom, fumbling as he swept up the broken glass on the floor.

“You should hate me, you know,” Paul finally admitted, once all the trash was cleared, and Valerie looked up at him, a curious look on her face.

“For what?” She asked, and He slumped down next to her, taking her hand.

“Blackmail? Forcing you to commit adultery, using you, preying on your vulnerabilities, your loneliness?” He asked, and she grabbed her hand.

“Do you regret it?” She asked.

“I regret how I treated you,” he admitted, “but I don’t regret being with you.”

“Do you love me?” She stared at him, and he looked up, into her big, beautiful eyes, and nodded.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“And you still want me to be your kitten?” She asked, and he smiled.

“Yes, of course I do,” he said, reaching out to her, but she slapped his hand away.

“Not so fast, Paul Scott,” She snapped, eyeing him suspiciously. “You know, you’re right, you’ve done some pretty fucked up stuff these past couple weeks, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” Paul admitted, sheepishly.

“I could take that flash drive to the police, or worse, your mother!” Valerie smiled, leaning forward. “I could tell everyone about how you blackmailed me, threatened me, used me, even whored me out to your friends!”

Paul’s heart sank, but he knew this is what he deserved, this and worse, and he nodded.

“Yeah, you could.” Paul whispered, and Valerie stood up, sitting down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I suppose I have quite a bit of dirt against you, then, don’t I?” She asked, smiling and blushing, running her fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, enough to pretty much ruin my life,” Paul smiled, shrugging, and Valerie giggled.

“Well then, Paul, if you don’t want everyone to find out about your indescretions,” Valerie smiled, grabbing Paul’s neck and forcing him to look up into her eyes, “You’re going to have to start doing everything I say, when I say it.”

Paul laughed a little, lost in disbelief at what he was hearing.

“You’re blackmailing me?” He asked, and she let go of him, grabbing her hoodie and lifting it over her head, standing up to wrap her legs around him and sitting back down, straddling him in the chair.

“I absolutely am,” she smiled.

“Jesus,” Paul laughed, leaning forward and biting her nipple, sucking and kissing it as she gasped, panting, rubbing her pussy against his cock. “And what do you expect me to do first?”

“Mmm,” Valerie groaned, holding his face against her chest. “I expect you to get a passport.”

“A passport?” Paul moaned, leaning back, and she smacked his chest.

“Yes! A passport! You’re taking me on a vacation!” She giggled, standing up and dropping her sweat pants, standing before him, naked, before sitting down on the table and spreading her legs.

“Ok, ok, fair, but for now,” he smiled, pulling his cock out and stepping forward, grabbing her legs and spreading them, but she pushed him back.

“Oh no, sir!” She laughed, shaking her head. “You don’t get to stick your cock in me until you have a passport!”

“What?” Paul groaned, shaking his head as he stroked his hard cock. “But doesn’t that take weeks?”

“Usually,” Valerie giggled, and Paul groaned, sitting back, but she snapped her fingers.

“I didn’t tell you to sit down, now get over here,” She demanded, grabbing Paul’s hair and pushing his face towards her pussy, forcing him to lick her and kiss her clit.

“Oh, Paul!” She gushed as he started going down on her.

“Really?” He stood up, shaking his head, blushing as he smiled at her, and she leaned forward, kissing him.

“Yes,” She whispered, “Once you get that passport, I’ll go back to being your kitten, and you can do whatever you want to me, I’ll be the best, submissive little whore you could ever imagine.”

“And until then?” Paul asked, groaning a little.

“Until then?” Valerie giggled, grabbing Paul’s hair and pushing him back down to his knees, forcing his face against her pussy. “Until then, you’d better do as you’re told.”