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Amari

Eight Months Later

For all his hot temper and brash actions, Stefanos had the softest of hearts for children. He made sure to make time for Alcina in every way that mattered. He doted on her the Christos did and she would never feel the lack of a male role model in her life. But I think seeing the first scan of his child broke his brain.

“All my hard work paid off,”

he murmured, still staring at the picture.

“Hey, what about me and my egg?”

I said, trying to grab the picture, but he was too quick for me and pulled it out of my reach.

We were on our way back home and I was sitting on his lap in the car as usual. The partition was up in the car but Keith was probably used to our shenanigans.

“What did you do? Lie there strapped to the bench, making me do all the work,”

he said with a chuckle, moving his hand again when I reached for the picture.

“What could I do when you would tie me up half the time or drug me the other half?”

I exclaimed indignantly while eyeing up the picture in his hand.

“I earned this,”

he said waving the picture around.

“Please, Sir, can I see our baby again?”

I said softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fine, but I get to hold it,”

he said showing me the picture of our tiny baby.

The picture was perfect. Our baby lay on its back, and we could make out one arm from its shoulder and one leg in the air. The larger head had faint marks where the eyes and mouth were. It had a cute button nose.

“We made a baby and it’s perfect,”

I sniffed.

“I made the baby and of course it’s perfect,”

he said teasing me but I knew he was doing this so he could have angry sex with me when we got home so I remained calm. “You're simply holding on to it for me.”

My head snapped up and I was about to blast him about the toll pregnancy takes on a woman’s body until I saw the devious look in his eyes. I smiled at him.

“You’re right, dear,”

I said before relaxing on his chest.

My husband wouldn’t get the better of me today because I was too happy.

Stefanos

Eighteen Months Later

“Why is it that our son can crawl faster than you?”

I asked my wife as she crawled behind me.

She didn’t bark but growled at me ferociously beneath her mask, making me chuckle.

“You’re such a feral bitch tonight,”

I said lightly opening the door to the playroom.

Alexandros Christos Karalis was a year old now and usually slept through the night. It was the first time my wife was back in her dog outfit and she looked more beautiful than before, but she never believed me when I told her. Tonight she would learn that I meant every word.

I placed my phone on the table I had set up, facing it upward so I could see if Alexandros woke up. Our little addition was doted on by everyone except my mother. Sadly, she was far too set in her ways to become part of our little family. I visited her on occasion but our relationship was strained.

When I turned to look at my wife, she was staring at the newly installed sex swing. My eyes narrowed on the uncertainty and panic in her eyes. I clenched my jaws as I felt the anger slowly rise.

“Stand up,”

I snapped at her. “Lie back in the swing.”

She promptly stood up but shuffled toward the padded swing. I held it still for her as she clung to the metal chains before cautiously sitting on the edge. I shoved her back and she screamed as she fell back.

“Such a drama queen. You’re not going to fall,”

I said, rolling my eyes while I pulled her legs out to place them in the foot straps.

When she lay there with her legs spread open, pussy on show and asshole plugged with the tail, I smiled at the sight while she squirmed uncomfortably. I picked up the nipple clamps attached to the chain and placed them on her one by one before attaching the chain to her collar.

Her gasps of pain followed panting. She wasn’t breastfeeding our son anymore so it was a good reintroduction to the clamps. I flicked one dark nipple with my finger, watching the anger burn in her eyes before doing the same to the other one. Her fingers tightened around the chains she held.

“Do you remember how much I worshipped your body when you carried our son, Amari?”

I asked, picking up the leather whip to slap it on the palm of my hand until the sound echoed around the room.

She nodded cautiously, eyeing up the tasseled whip.

“Through every phase right until the end. After our son was born, I still worshipped the body that went through the trauma of giving birth to him,”

I said tightly remembering how difficult a birth it was for her. “And you can’t understand why I still worship you?”

She blinked at me before shaking her head.

No.

“What if our roles were reversed? Would you love me any less?”

I demanded.

She shook her head again, looking teary-eyed.

“Damn right you wouldn’t and neither do I,”

I said before striking her pussy with the whip, watching her jump and cry out in pain.

I began a steady rhythm of whipping her pussy, thighs and breasts. They weren’t like the first vicious strike. It was a mixture of teasing and inflicting pain at focal points in her body.

“Those marks, your curves, that sexy as fuck belly that protected and nourished our son turns me on,”

I said whipping her harder until she began to bark.

She could scream as much as she wanted on the third floor.

“Do you understand?”

I said whipping her thighs with rapid strikes until her feet jerked around in the foot straps.

I rubbed my fingers over her wet pussy.

“My little painslut. I missed you,”

I murmured before circling my fingers over her cunt only to slap her clit. “Your pussy is so fucking gorgeous but a naughty bitch like you gets a hard ass fucking.”

Her head was flung back, a groan left her mouth, muffled against her mask, eyes closed, and squirming on the swing. I pulled my shorts off and began to lube up my cock under the watchful eyes of my wife.

“You will take me in your asshole and when I’m done emptying my balls in you, do you know what I’m going to do?”

She moaned pitifully and her head fell back while I laughed maniacally.

“Yeah, I’m will piss so deep in that asshole that you won’t doubt my words again,”

I said, pulling her tail out of her asshole. “You’re going to be a good girl for me and take what I give you.”

I pushed a slim vibrator into her pussy, watching it part her cunt while the attachment rested on her clit.

“Woof, woof,”

she barked, trying to appease me, but I knew my greedy little cumslut and knew what she needed.

“It’s going to be a tight squeeze, baby,”

I said with an evil smirk when her breath hitched.

I held the metal chain in one hand to hold the swing still and guided my dick to her asshole, nudging at it, teasing it. My eyes travelled up her stuffed pussy, budging belly, clamped nipples, the dog collar around her neck until I reached her eyes. When I began to burrow into her tight ass, my eyes remained on her masked face.

“Open that ass, Amari, let me in,”

I growled gripping the chain and trying to squeeze my head into her asshole.

She nodded and I felt the head begin to ease in beside the vibrator. It was a very tight squeeze, but it didn’t stop me from pushing forward while my wife lay there gasping, her breasts rising and falling from her rapid breathing. The deeper my cock went into her asshole the vibrator bulged upward. I felt the length of it against my cock.

“Fuck, that’s tight,”

I said easing back an inch before pushing forward.

When she didn’t respond, I tugged on the chain of her nipple clamp. The pain in her eyes was exquisite. So exquisite that I pulled on both the chains together, but her asshole tightened up again. I released the chain and switched the vibrator on. It wasn’t long before her holes began to twitch.

I held the swing chains with both hands to hold her in place and started to swing my hips, watching my cock spread her hole open while she whimpered. I increased the speed of the vibrator before using the swing to fuck into her harder and deeper, smiling as the combination of sounds filled the room.

The harder I fucked her the louder she screamed, but I didn’t stop until our flesh was slapping together and my balls hit the edge of the swing. The vibrator was beginning to get pushed out but I shoved it back inside of her.

“My little backdoor slut, cum for me,”

I said yanking her back to me each time I drove myself into her ass. It was lovely and loose now, taking me with ease.

When she began to pant and her head moved from side to side, I leaned over to grip her shoulders. Her eyes flew open to gawk at me from behind her mask.

“This is gonna hurt,”

I whispered to her before I pulled back and rammed myself into her.

My groan was so loud it drowned her muffled moan of pain. The feel of her ass muscles trying to resist me only goaded me on. I was relentless in pounding into her twitching hole. The tightness only helped rub my cock raw as I felt my orgasm approaching. The dull vibrations of the vibrator through her pussy made it all the better.

She cried out my name, clutching my neck and shoulders as she came. I held her tight before smashing into her with the last few hard thrusts before I gave into the intense sensations, closing my eyes as my cum spilt into her asshole while it clamped down on me, milking the rest of my cum out.

The vibrations continued as we gasped in our mutual orgasm. I touched her damp hairline, soothing her, yanking the snout off to claim her lips and ravage her mouth. I savoured the feel of every last drop of my cum emptying out in her. Her breasts rubbed against my chest and I deepened our kiss delving into the inner recesses of her mouth, trying to devour her.

When I pulled back her lips were pink and wet, her eyes bright with love until I smiled at her. She began to shake her head and my smile widened.

“You know you love it my little ass slut,”

I crooned, kissing her lips again, licking them before nipping a bite out of her upper lip. “This is your punishment.”

She shook her head again but I pulled back slightly and let some piss trickle out, just enough for her to feel it.

“Be grateful I’m leaving the vibrator in your cunt,”

I said harshly before sucking on her clamped nipples and releasing my piss inside her hot tight ass. I moaned against her tits while she tried to squirm with a few pitiful barks.

I focused on pissing everything I had in me while gently fucking her hole with my semi-hard dick. Her fingerless paw gloves allowed her to dig her nails into my sides.

“Good little piss whore,”

I moaned but I was disappointed when my strong stream of piss began to wane off.

I stood up to see my destroyed wife, limp in our new sex swing. Without removing my cock, I leaned to the side to get her tail. When I straightened she was holding her belly and moaning.

“Hold it in until you get to the bathroom. Tighten your ass, I’m pulling out.”

A flow of piss gushed out of her when I pulled out. It probably didn’t help that the vibrator was still inside her, but it didn’t matter since I loved to give her tasks she would fail in—all the more reason for me to punish her.

***

“You can deal with Alexandros in the morning,”

Amari said stifling a yawn.

“Of course, my love,”

I said hiding my smirk as we went downstairs.

She snorted at my subservient tone.

“I thought the shower might have given you a second wind.”

“What we did in the shower was my second wind,”

she said pushing our bedroom door open.

I watched as she removed her long silky white robe and hung it up before climbing into bed naked. She had been wearing baggy T-shirts or pyjamas, trying to cover herself up from me. I gave her space, patience and love, yet nothing changed how she felt about her changed body.

At least a good whipping along with some anal torture worked. I climbed into bed placing my phone on the side table before pulling my naked wife against me. There was no hesitation and her arms were wrapped around my neck.

“Alexandros, is so young, my love,”

I said to her softly. “If you want to change your regime or have time to work, of course you can. But I would rather you rest and recover.”

“He is a year old,”

she said with a sigh.

“And? It can take up to two years for a woman to fully recover,”

I said slapping her ass but the covers made it had to get a good crack at it.

“God, are you sure it’s not you that is hormonal?”

she said with a chuckle.

“I only want to see you happy. We have a beautiful healthy son, you need not worry about anything other than recovery,”

I said defensively.

“Yes, Sir—I love you, and thank you,”

she said with a small sigh as she settled into my chest.

“I love you so much I let you drive me crazy,”

I muttered.

“Payback,”

she said before she yawned again.

I almost scoffed at her timid attempt at revenge, but instead I smiled and held her tighter before closing my eyes.

Six Years Later

“Why don’t we have another one?”

Amari asked and I glanced up at her before putting my book on my lap, pushing my glasses down my nose to stare at her.

Her eyes were fixated on the children. I glanced over at Alcina, who was helping Alexandros with his homework. They were fourteen and seven, but they would love another baby. They were so close, even though they were aunt and nephew.

“I thought you didn’t want anymore,”

I said raising my eyebrow as she turned to face me.

She slid her bare foot up my leg until she reached my dick. Her sexy toenails were painted in a deep dark maroon colour. I reached for the blanket folded at the top of the couch and covered her foot and my hardening dick.

“A girl can change her mind,”

she said coyly, sliding her foot back and forth over the length of my dick.

“And I’m some breeding stallion that you can use anytime?”

I asked, trying to stifle my smile, but took my glasses off to stare at the siren on the other side of the sofa. “My cock is not a toy.”

“How about you put me to sleep tonight and dig out my IUD?”

“My dirty little bitch. Your wish is my command,”

I said stroking her foot beneath the blanket. “Don’t blame me if you wake up sore.”

“That’s the best way to wake up,”

she said with an impish grin.

I prayed that my wife never changed even though she had me wrapped around her little finger. Through my revenge we entered a world of pain and pleasure but in the end she was my redemption.

The End.