Wife Strips For Me Novels & Stories

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.”

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.