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the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

Malèna asked. "Grandma! Isn't it too clear to see that a picture paints a thousand words. On second thought the way he reprimanded me in front of that woman, without giving me the chance to tell my sided, isn't it enough that he values that woman more that his wife. The way he slept in the sofa instead of sleeping beside his wife .says a lot for me."She disclosed.

He remembered his wife. Although he was having sex with the witch thinking about his wife...giving pleasures to his wife. She was so submissive towards him. And he was the dominant one. Turning around he uttered, "Well, I am married but I am not interested in her." "She is not of my type..." he crinkled his nose. Seeing him so disinterested in his wife, Paxson let out a grin. Now she can have him all by herself. Another moment and she snapped her fingers, still smiling at him.

Honestly, you’d think with how he howled and shoved me away that he had anything big enough to hit down there. “You should treat me better. You are going to be my wife. That means you’ll need to learn to be submissive to me.” he growled, hands still over her crouch. I scoffed and shifted myself till I was sitting. “That will never happen. One, I’ll be submissive to no man unless it’s for my own sexual pleasure. And two, I will never be your wife. I would rather die.” I scoffed.

warning: sexual content and sexism j e a n Things have been peaceful for me in the following days. I followed and obeyed without question Matteo's demands. I am his fully submissive puppet. Everything that I do now is motivated by fear. Whenever he makes love to me, if you even call it that, may feel good but I can never ignore the fact that I do all this because I fear him. He has fetishes I am not comfortable doing, the majority of them are all looking helpless in his bed. That is the thing that he likes, me begging for his mercy. There are times that he wants me to act like the desperate-for-sex slut he thinks that I am. There are times that he wants me to act like his pet. All these weir

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Natalia said as she shut her laptop and started to lace around the room. Just how long would it take her stupid husband to come back home to his beautiful, obedient wife? “I can’t wait to see you back home, Mr Shaw.” She said softly to herself and giggled while playing with her fingers. It was definitely going to be a very long evening for the both of them whenever he decided to get home.

she muttered and was about walking past him when his chilly voice halted her "What is it by the time? With the unmistakable coldness and rage in his wife, Sonia Knew That All Was Not Well That late evening She simply looked at her wristwatch then at the wall clock, The time stood at 19:55pm, "That is the intimidating volume of work on my table' That had been the only phrase she has been good at, That Very hackneyed phrase of her's was in fact getting to his nerves "The volume of work on your table? He re-echoed, incensed with anger

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

she said, refusing subtly, like every good and submissive wife would. " I insist" he said and she could do nothing than stand up from the sofa, moving over to the large bed that was in the room. She couldn't grasp what made him have a change of mind, perhaps he loved his mother so much. Going to the bed, she took a pillow from it and returned to the sofa, placing it to make his pillows three again, to make him have a greater number of pillows than hers, submissive wives always sacrificed more for their husbands. "Relaxing indeed" Niklas'muttered to himself as he writhed in pain on the sofa. It was excruciatingly painful and the feel of the sofa hard on his skin.