The Art Of Taming His Husband Novels & Stories

“It’s not about being fancy. It’s proper. Your husband belongs to high society. He’s a business tycoon’s son. You need to fit into their world. Who knows—maybe then, BK will start showing you off more. Just to spite his girlfriend. And remember, you’re his wife in everyone’s eyes—and in God’s—not the mistress. So, carry yourself like it.” She suddenly stared at Max. He was right. She should act like BK’s wife. And she shouldn’t let Cecilia win—the mistress! The thought made her burn with frustration. “Also, make your husband jealous. Start today.” She frowned. “Jealous? With who?” “Me.” “What? You? He’s just annoyed with you. That’s not jealousy.” “It is. Believe me.” She paused. “So... he…

But it was already too late as she was about to pull away when Jonathan took her in his arms, enclosing her in and deepening their kiss. Just one second of letting her guard down would actually lead to this... This beast of a husband, really! Just how much did he need until he had his fill?! Although she was complaining so much in her head, Stefani's lips still followed the rhythm of her husband's movements, allowing him to dominate her as if it was the most natural thing to do. Soon, Stefani was kissed so much that she felt like a marshmallow melting on fire. Her lips felt numb and her head dizzy as she passionately kissed Jonathan back, even moving her arms to wrap around Jonathan's neck a

he yelled. "Not bad! It's like my plan is working and soon he will get angry and change. Don't stop Artie, you can do it."I encouraged myself. "Am I not your wife? I used to think that someone's partner is his first priority but you proved me wrong. Why on Earth did I have to find an arrogant husband like you?" "Are you out of your mind? Do you know what you are saying right now?" He looked confused. "I have my own stresses and instead of comforting me, you are adding salt to the wounds. What kind of wife are you Artie? Can't you see that am already puzzled.

This would be the part where the seductive beauty gently strokes the man’s chest, igniting a fire in his soul, except I don’t have the balls for that yet. “Go back to your room,” he says when he’s finished looking and clearly deemed me unworthy. I’m stunned and silent for a moment. This is the part where the fictional man would gently cup their love interest’s face with both hands and declare their undying love. Maybe growl possessively that they can’t live without them a moment longer. That’s what was supposed to happen to this naïve idiot. My husband, however, doesn’t do anything like that. He stands stock still with his fists clenched, and his eyes flashing erratically between the gold of

she replied in sheer pleasure as he kept teasing her wet pussy with his dick. “Yes, what?” “Yes Daddy I want your big dick!” she moaned, in one steady push, he filled her up with his hard cock and they both moaned. “No one strokes you the way I do” he moaned into her ear. And I gasped at the beautiful art of fucking that had just gone down in front of me, a masterpiece. “Ahem,” I heard my husband cough, distracting me. I turned to him, he had turned his wheelchair to face me, oh my God has he been watching me all the time?

“Thank god. He was so sweet at first. Then he walked into the dressing room, I could have sworn the man was vibrating with rage, but from the look of you I can see it was lust.” Blushing, I shake my head. “No, you had it right the first time. It was rage.” Her eyes run over me. “Ah, he’s one of those.” She sighs. “My husband is the same. Kind of a daddy dom. Spanking, punishment, using you, leaving you gasping for air when you’re bad. But when you’re a good girl he takes care of everything you could possibly need or want—even things you don’t think of yourself. Then he also makes you come so hard you see stars.”

“You see, before I married my wife, I used to have a hot temper. I get angry easily and lashed out at once to anyone that dare challenges my words or questions my orders and authority. But, do you know what happened after I married my wife?” Of course I wouldn’t know. “No sir,” A smile lit in his face and he looked as though he had a flash of memories. Sweet one I guess. “My wife tamed me.” He grinned. “Yes, she tamed me. You might not know the power a woman has over a man but I’m telling you now, you, you alone have the power to decide how you want your man to be...” I’m sorry Mr chairman, your son isn’t even my man. How can I possibly have a power over him...?

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

Insurance. Half an hour later Hunter was desperate. I was jumping and drooling, yelling things like How My Pony dances! I tied him to my bed and wouldn't let him go! In addition to other obscenities that I couldn't help but blurt out to see him move. That man was perfect. There had to be someone who looked like him. That was going to be my husband. I knew it. I imagined myself next to him at the altar, holding his hand. Too bad he was already married. We were the perfect couple.

His curly black hair accentuates his sharp facial features. I say, “No deal.” As I start to walk away, his hand snakes my waist and he turns me to face him. My back hurts a little as it is pressed against the well-carved white doorframe. He says in his deep, husky voice, “Look, Amber, I am offering you the deal of a lifetime. You can run your art gallery in peace, and all you have to do in return is pretend to be my wife, only at charity events or some balls and sometimes, around my family.” His grip tightens and he continues, “Think again, carefully, because reckless decisions lead to poor outcomes.”