‘It’s only a couple of shirts.’ Amy tried to dismiss her stupid mistake but she could
see he was really angry this time.
‘You just don’t give a damn about my stuff, do you?’ Jimmy snatched the pink shirts
from her hand, stormed out into the yard and threw them in the rubbish bin.
‘I’m sorry, Jimmy, truly I am.’ Amy reached out to touch his arm but he shrugged her
off.
‘You crash my fucking car, you kill my dog and now you’ve ruined my best shirts and
think a smile and a pathetic apology is gonna make it right? Well, it ain’t – it just
ain’t.’ Jimmy threw the dustbin lid across the yard and turned his back on her. Amy
flinched as it clattered to a halt against the wall of the empty dog kennel as if to
remind her how distraught he had been after Bonny’s death.
‘I’m sorry, Jimmy, honest I am.’ Amy followed him back into the house, peeling off
her top.
‘Fuck off Amy. Sex don’t solve everything, you know.’ Jimmy pushed her away and
pulled a can of beer from the fridge. ‘You gotta do some stuff around the house as well as
suck my dick, you know.’ Jimmy cracked the ring pull and took a long slug of the cool
amber liquid as he watched his wife take a knife from the kitchen draw and slice through
her lace bra.
Her heavy breasts bounced free as the flimsy material fell away. Fuck! His eyes were
instantly drawn to her hard, fat nipples. He licked froth from his top lip but said
nothing. She was a hot bitch, no one could deny that and damn, she knew exactly what
buttons to press, but she was also a slut around the house and for that he needed to teach
her a lesson.
Jimmy Ruddle liked order in his life. It was how he managed to keep one step ahead
of the law and he expected the same from his new wife but Amy had brought nothing but
chaos since the day he’d carried her over the threshold – he didn’t think he’d ever quite
forgive her for letting Bonny out of her kennel, he could still hear the awful screech of
brakes and that sickening thud at the moment of impact every time he closed his eyes – but
he kinda liked waking up with his cock in her mouth and she sure knew how to move those
lips of hers.
‘What do I have to do to show you how sorry I am?’ Amy shrugged off her ruined bra,
put down the knife and took a breast in each hand, running her index fingers over her
hard, puckered nipples as she watched his face. ‘Just tell me how I can make it up to
you?’ she whispered and then she pulled the knife through her cotton shorts and panties.
‘What can I do to make you love me again, honey?’ Amy stepped out of her shredded clothes
and ran the knife edge across her shaved mons, scratching his initials into her
flesh…Shit! Now she had his full attention and she knew it. She sank to her knees at his
crotch, looking up at him as if butter wouldn’t melt in her filthy mouth – all wide eyed
and innocent, licking her plump red lips and O’ing her mouth suggestively. Jimmy felt his
cock twitch in his pants.
‘Why am I always in the dog house these days?’ she pouted as her fingers hooked onto
the zip of his jeans and began to pull it down – notch by notch – whilst her other hand
was massaging his growing cock through the material of his tight denims.
Jimmy sighed as she pulled out his cock and moaned as she passed her tongue over its
swollen head and along its veined shaft. He groaned as she opened her mouth to take him
and shivered as she clamped her lips around his throbbing dick and when she began to work
her lips along its length Jimmy was about to forgive her.
‘Maybe cos it’s where you belong,’ he shot back.
Amy looked annoyed now. She let his wet cock fall from her lips.
‘Would it make you feel any damned better if I spent the fucking night in the dog
house, then? Is that what you want - huh?’ She didn’t mean it; she was only trying to make
him feel guilty; she thought she’d got him just where she wanted him and that he’d say
anything to get her wet lips wrapped around his cock again but he had more control than
that – he wasn’t an animal and it was about time she realised that.
‘Yeh, darling, as a matter of fact it would. Maybe it would teach you a bit of
respect.’ Jimmy looked down at his wife, with her moist lips slightly parted and barely an
inch from his throbbing erection, and he swallowed the lump in his throat. It normally
suited him to allow her to think she could manipulate him and he didn’t turn down a blow
job lightly but she had to learn that no one – not even his pretty little wife – got the
better of Jimmy Ruddle.
‘You can’t be serious, honey?’ She was turning on the charm now, back tracking like
crazy. She leant in and planted a wet kiss on the end of his cock, her tongue flicking at
his throbbing tip as she tormented him.
‘Deadly serious.’
She pulled away but they remained joined together by a shimmering string of his
pre-cum and Jimmy felt an involuntary shiver travel the length of his spine as she stuck
out her tongue and licked it from her lips. He briefly considered waiting until she’d
sucked him off before punishing her. He was aching for it now but he knew what had to be
done.
‘You said you’d do anything to make it up to me and that’s what I want.’ He had to
admit that he was warming to the idea now. What had started out as a bit of fun was
rapidly turning into a plan. ‘I want you to spend the night as my dog – the dog you killed
with your selfishness,’ he added for extra impact and watched her flinch. And just to make
sure she knew he was serious he reluctantly stuffed his hard cock back into his pants.
She looked really put out now. He’d just put her best weapon out of commission and
she didn’t quite know how to handle that. She wasn’t used to being turned away but he knew
she’d do anything to please him.
‘Alright – I’ll do it,’ she said, standing up and crossing her arms across her
breasts defiantly.
‘You’re on, girl.’ Jimmy held out his hand for her to shake with a glint in his eye.
She was nowhere near as clever as she liked to think and she would never be a match for
him.
Jimmy rummaged around in the back of the broom cupboard and pulled out Bonny’s old
collar and lead and held it up, waiting for Amy to pout and back out but she stood firm so
Jimmy decided to push her and see just how far she really was prepared to go to make it up
to him.
‘On your knees, Bonny – it’s time for bed.’
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