Wife Strips For Me Novels & Stories

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Amelie's sincere compliment made Dorothy's eyes light up. "Really?" asked Dorothy again to make sure. "Of course it is, ma'am. I am not lying." "You can come to the sock shop on the corner of X Street if you want that banded hairband, Miss. I made it myself." Dorothy blushed slightly as she admitted that the ribbon was handmade. Amelie's lips parted like an O in reply. The sound of feet running towards them drew the two women's attention. Both Axel and Nora immediately hugged the bodies of each person who came to pick them up.

“Yep, really.” “Wow,” June muttered as her mind worked to process this. For June, stripping had always been a means to an end. A way to pay bills and keep food on the table. She hadn’t considered it could be anything more than that, let alone something someone could genuinely enjoy. So, she was baffled. Lola seemed to catch the puzzled look on her face because she grinned wider. “To be frank, I love it,” she said, her voice filled with unapologetic confidence.

Another slap followed instantly. “That’s for never acknowledging me as your son’s wife.” A third slap landed across Sophia’s face. “And that,” Layla continued, her voice trembling with years of resentment, “is for never appreciating everything I did for your damned family.” Enraged, Sophia raised her hand to retaliate, but Layla blocked the attack and shoved her backward. Sophia stumbled onto the couch, the back of her head hitting the edge hard. “You think you can walk in here and try to control me?”

“Xeros is an impotent, and the only reason the Martinez family are signing the deal with us, is to earn a wife for him to show the world. Clearly, he's not going to touch you on your wedding night, and so there is no risk of him noticing any marks on your body…” Crack! The first lash cut through the air, and the tip of the whip dug into my skin. I hissed in pain, but Mrs. Miller didn't seem to register anything at all. “Since this won’t jeopardize the wedding in any way, don't expect me to have any mercy on your stupid face until you say yes!” Another crack of the whip, and the sharp pain was spreading all across my body. My back felt like it was on fire, skin splitting open in different pla

He ordered in his bossy tone and ambled at the door banged the door behind him. I frowned and took my undesirable feet toward the wardrobe. I selected white trousers and a yellow crop top for today. I bathed with hot water. I combed my long wavy hair. I put light makeup to cover the mark of bruises. I picked up the red lipstick. His arm in blood flashed before my eyes. I threw it back. I shook my head to get rid of it. I swallowed the lump in my throat. How easily he plucked his arm from him. Shiver crept down my spine. I never thought I would be such a man's wife. No! no! no! Mafia Emperor's wife.

My husband wants me to strip for the company (2) Mia’s POV “What?” Grayson shoots from his seat. Oh, now, he wants to react. Now he wants to defend his wife - the woman he willingly offered a few seconds ago. How pathetic. Corey turns from me to him, the same smug look still in his eyes. “I want to see your wife’s bréasts, Mr. Copenhagen.” “You will most certainly not be doing that,” Corey seethed, but still keeping his voice an octave below acceptable room volume.

So she did. Another week as Weston Carter’s obedient wife. Another round of carefully curated lingerie. This time delivered to the house now that the boutique had her measurements on file. Another degrading inspection under the too-bright lights of his office, where he scrutinized every inch of her like he was shopping for a car. And of course, another appointment at the salon to be stripped bare and waxed smooth, every trace of hair erased in the name of ‘perfection’.

Things had to be done in the proper order. “Take off your clothes,” he commanded. Already excited by the anticipation of what was to come, he watched as Sheila danced a quick striptease, rolling her shoulders and hips provocatively as she squirmed out of her top and then her skirt, flinging each of the garments aside with a flick of her wrist. Her breasts sagged a bit and a small roll of fat circled her stomach, but all in all, Weber thought she had a pretty good body for a street whore. And her bush, shaved into a narrow “happy trail,” proved she was a natural redhead.

Liam asked, “The clip about your father rescuing her - was it the same?” Liliana nodded, “Yeah. I never went back to Aprice Mansion after that.” She patted Jonathan, who was slightly trembling with worry and rage. “After the first time she whipped me, I asked my security team to upgrade the body suit. It absorbs pressure and blunt force to a small extent. If you throw a table at me, I would still get hurt, but if you throw a small glass, I would only feel a slight sting. Besides, I had all the whips changed, so with the body shield, I wouldn’t get hurt.”