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She Makes the Rules - Part 16
🕑 Added 2022-06-08 05:39:58 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
Paul handed his beautiful wife the old fashioned he'd made her and watched as she took a sip, closed her eyes, and smiled.
"Well done," she said before slowly sinking onto the couch.
Paul joined her and reached down to lift his wife's feet into his lap. He pulled her high heels off, set them on the floor, and immediately segued into giving her a foot massage, which he now offered as often as possible, given that her new job brought with it a great deal more responsibility, and with that came a great deal more stress.
"That feels fantastic," Hannah said with a smile before taking another sip of the drink he'd prepared.
They'd been in San Diego - and at their new positions in Marie's company - for a little over a month. It had taken nearly that much time to feel like they'd settled in, but their life had finally found a sense of rhythm, and Paul found that pleasing, as he'd become accustomed to a sense of structure and rules in his life and he'd found that it had become something of a necessity for his happiness.
"How was the all hands?" Paul asked, referring to the meet of all the company's execs that Marie had called that day.
Hannah looked over the rim of her glass and smiled as she gently swirled the dark liquid inside. "It was exceptional," she said. "You know Roger, that smug piece of shit V.P. that's targeted me from the moment I took the job?"
Paul nodded. Roger was quite fond of stopping by Hannah's office and trying his best to insult Paul for having the temerity to work as his powerful wife's assistant. Were Paul a different kind of man he likely would have felt some level of humiliation, but he'd moved past being humiliating by other people. Instead, it mostly felt like Roger was a particularly pathetic kind of man, as he chose to denigrate Paul to boost his own ego.
"Well, it would be fair to say that I gave Roger a good fucking at the meeting," Hannah said with a smile. "I didn't bend him over the conference table and fuck his ass with my strapon in front of everyone else, but the end result was the same. As it turns out, Roger's been fudging some of the data in his reports in an attempt to make his department look more successful than it's been. I had my suspicions that he wasn't being entirely honest and I had someone do a bit of digging for me. They found what I needed and I presented my findings at the meeting while Roger tried his very best to sink into the floor."
"What happened?" Paul asked.
"Marie fired him on the spot, though not before she gave him a lengthy dressing down and promised that he'd find it very difficult to get another job in our industry. Every single pair of eyes in the room was on him as she made him feel like a complete and utter fool. To be honest, he probably would have been less humiliated if I'd bent him over, pulled his pants down, and fucked his ass with my biggest strapon while his screams of pain filled the conference room," Hannah said triumphantly.
Paul ran his hands up her legs and rubbed Hannah's calves, putting a smile on her face. "Congratulations," he said. "That's quite a victory."
"It is," Hannah replied. "And it pleased Marie a great deal. She already thought highly of me, but I'm certain that I rose up in her eyes today, putting me in a great position to claim a promotion when one becomes available."
"Or to take her place as CEO when she gives up the post," Paul added.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Hannah said, though Paul was certain the smile on her face meant that she was already thinking about that very thing. Hannah's ambition had grown right alongside her confidence as she'd taken control of their marriage and he knew she'd taken the job at Marie's company because she intended on being CEO some day, or at least on using the job as a springboard to lead another company.
"We should celebrate your victory," Paul said.
Hannah unleashed a devilish smile. "We're going to."
Paul ran his fingers up his wife's legs and under her skirt, both massaging and gently teasing the soft flesh of her thighs in the process. She threw back the rest of her drink, smiled at him, and then reached down and unzipped her skirt.
"Take it off," she instructed.
Paul helped his wife out of the elegant, sexy skirt she'd worn to work and folded it before setting it gently on the coffee table. When he turned back his eyes moved between her legs and he stared at the sexy red lace panties he'd dressed her in that morning. Hannah had taken to wearing beautiful underwear each and every day, as she said it helped her tap into her burgeoning sexual power, which in turn helped her feel like the woman she needed to be to dominate at work and in life.
"I want you between my legs," Hannah said.
Paul took the position he'd become intimately familiar with and Hannah ran her fingers through his hair before taking a tight grip. She pulled her panties aside and he leaned forward to lick her pussy, but her iron-fisted grip prevented him from doing so. He looked up to see a confident smile on his wife's face, one that he knew came about whenever she felt as though she had total control over him.
"I invited a friend over tonight," Hannah informed him. "You haven't met him yet, but he's already fucked me a handful of times."
Paul felt a little jealous that she'd fucked someone else without telling him - he'd come to enjoy being cuckolded, after all - but Hannah was under no obligation to tell him anything. She made the rules, so if she decided he didn't get to know everything, then that was the rule.
"He's an exceptional lover. Better than Julian was. His cock is bigger. His body is better. He's better looking. He likes fucking powerful women. He finds it thrilling to be so overwhelmingly good in bed that I'm willing to surrender to him, to give my body over to him for the short span of time while he's busy fucking me to the kinds of orgasms I deserve," Hannah explained. "When he gets here you'll do as you're told, Paul. Do you understand?"
"I do," he said. "You make the rules, after all."
Hannah smiled and pulled him to her pussy. She grabbed a second handful of his hair and pulled hard enough that she effectively smothered him with her cunt, spreading her slick juices all over his face and making it a little difficult to breathe. Paul didn't mind, though. He enjoyed being used as a toy for his wife's pleasure, and in the moment she clearly found pleasure in treating him like little more than an object for her amusement.
"I do enjoy fucking your face as a form of foreplay," Hannah said. "But there's another version of it I'd like to indulge in before Jeremy arrives."
Paul knew what was coming next.
"Go get my harness and the new dildo," Hannah said as she released her grasp on his hair. "And be naked when you come back."
Paul rushed out of the living room, down the long hallway, and into their bedroom. He stripped quickly and headed for the closet and Hannah's growing collection of harnesses and dildos. She'd fucked him with greater frequency since their move to San Diego, as she seemed to find it enthralling to indulge in the pleasures of role reversal and savage his ass - or his pussy, as she sometimes called it - with her cock.
Paul grabbed her favorite harness and the new dildo, which was eight inches long, smooth with a flared tip, and dark purple in color. He liked the smoothness - it made entry much easier - and Hannah thoroughly enjoyed how sleek and elegant it was. She'd said numerous times that it felt like a perfect fit for the new version of her.
"Here you are," Paul said as he returned to the living room to find Hannah dressed in her red lace panties, the matching red lace bra, and the high heels that Paul had carefully removed before her foot massage. She had her hands on her hips and a naughty smile on her face.
"Dress me," Hannah instructed as she pointed to the floor at her feet.
Paul dropped to his knees, crawled towards his beautiful, powerful wife, and dressed her in the strapon harness. It wasn't lost on him that he was preparing her to put him through a mildly humiliating experience, and yet that now brought him pleasure. He was serving her needs and following her rules and in doing so he was embracing what made him happiest, which was offering everything he had to Hannah.
Hannah smiled down at him as he slipped the purple dildo through the hole in the harness, adjusted the straps to ensure they were tight enough, and then looked up at his wife. "Suck my cock," she insisted.
Paul took the tip of the strapon in his mouth and sucked his wife's cock. She put a hand on the back of his head and almost immediately began thrusting her hips forward and fucking his mouth. It seemed like she was more interested than usual in seizing control and using him however she saw fit, which Paul was fine with. He surrendered to Hannah and her desires. He offered his mouth and let her fuck it. He even managed to take the toy in his throat, which she always found so pleasurable.
"You're such a good cocksucker, Paul," she said. "I've turned you into such a good little slut for me. You're like my lovely little housewife. You do everything you're told exactly as I tell you to do it. You're perfectly obedient and eager to please. You suck cock. You get fucked whenever I want. You make me drinks. You cook for me. Tonight you're going to suck another man's cock for me and clean his cum out of my cunt when he's done fucking me and you're not going to complain even once, are you?"
She pulled her cock from his mouth and Paul looked up and said, "Of course not. You make the rules, Hannah. My job is to make you happy by following them, and you know that all I want is to make you happy."
Hannah smiled, gently slapped his face with the slippery tip of her strapon, and said, "Get on the couch. On your hands and knees. I need to fuck you."
Paul hopped onto the couch, got on his hands and knees, and presented his ass for Hannah to fuck. She stepped behind him, delivered a few painful swats to his bottom, and then spit on his asshole and slapped it with the tip of her cock. Paul pushed back a little to try and take her inside him and Hannah laughed.
"Do you want my cock in your pussy, you little slut?" she asked.
"Yes, please," he replied.
Hannah pressed the tip of her dildo against his asshole, applied a little pressure, and then slipped it inside Paul. He winced at the initial pain of penetration, but that disappeared quickly enough and was replaced by the pleasure of being taken by his wife. Paul even pushed back to take her deeper in his ass, something he'd taken to doing over the last month as Hannah's confidence and sense of power grew.
"You really are a slut for my cock," she said. "Go ahead, fuck yourself with it."
Hannah put her hands on her hips and Paul did the work, pleasing his wife with his willingness to be penetrated as nothing more than a warm up for the sex she would have with her new lover. He pushed his ass back onto her cock over and over, taking every inch and doing so gleefully because he knew he was pleasing her. Hannah offered him a few hard smacks on the ass and she was the one that moaned every time she did, making it perfectly clear that she thoroughly enjoyed reddening his bottom while watching his asshole swallow her cock over and over.
Eventually, Hannah grabbed his hips and fucked Paul with great vigor. She fucked him like she thought of him as Roger, the man she'd so gleefully humiliated at work that day. She savaged his ass, delivering swift swats to his backside while filling his asshole with her cock and stretching it out for her pleasure.
"I love when you fuck me, Hannah," he said.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulled back hard, and then leaned forward to look down at him from above. "I know you do, Paul. I made a rule that you were going to take my cock whenever I wanted to fuck you and you adapted yourself to that rule. Now you take my cock like a good little slut whenever I want to give it to you."
"Please, fuck me harder," he begged.
Hannah smiled and shoved three of her fingers into his mouth. He sucked hard on them while she gave his ass a pounding so vigorous it made his legs shake. Hannah was into it, though. She was into dominating his ass. She was into using him hard for her pleasure. She was getting worked up - he could hear her heavy breathing - and in doing so she was getting herself all wet and slippery for the man that would soon show up at their house to fuck her.
After a long, hard fucking Hannah pulled out, gave Paul's ass one last smack, and said, "Thank you for being a good slut for me, Paul. Don't bother getting dressed. Jeremy will be here soon and I see no reason for you to have your clothes on when he arrives."
"Of course," Paul replied before turning around, falling to his knees, and removing the harness and the dildo, leaving his beautiful wife in her underwear and heels.
"You know, I see no reason I should get dressed, either," she said. "Jeremy knows why he's coming over. He knows his purpose is to fuck your wife because you can't deliver in that department."
Paul felt a stirring of lust between his legs and Hannah smiled as if she recognized it.
"You love it when I cuckold you, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes," Paul answered.
"You love watching me cum with another man's cock inside me, don't you? You love that look on my face when someone else's long, thick cock makes your wife cum in a way you've literally never made her cum, don't you?" Hannah asked.
Paul nodded.
She stepped closer and teased his cock - which was now stiff - with the tip of her heel. "You were always meant to submit, Paul. I was always meant to make the rules. I was always meant to have a loyal submissive husband like you. Now that we've found our true roles in this marriage, look at how successful we are. Look at how far we've come in a relatively short period of time."
"I know," Paul said. "I love that you make the rules, Hannah. I love that I exist to follow them. I love the sense of freedom I feel in living under your control. I know that might sound crazy, but I really do love it."
Hannah bent over, smiled, and kissed Paul as he looked up at her. "It doesn't sound crazy," she said softly. "For a submissive - for a man like you - there's great freedom in surrendering all control. It's almost relaxing. You're told what to do and you do it. It's simple and straightforward, which is exactly how a man like you wants it. That's why you're going to suck Jeremy's cock without question, isn't it?"
"Yes," Paul replied. "I will. I'll suck his cock for you, Hannah."
She kissed him again, this time gently. "I know you will, Paul. After all, you always do as you're told." The gentle chime of the doorbell brought a smile to Hannah's face as she stood up, turned, and strode confidently to welcome her new lover into their home.
Paul remained on his knees, for it seemed like the place he was meant to be. He stayed there until Jeremy and Hannah walked into the room and a smile crossed the younger man's face - he must have been ten years Hannah's junior - as he looked at the naked, erect, cuckold husband of the woman he was about to fuck.
"Jeremy, this is Paul," Hannah said. "He's naked like that because I just finished fucking him with my strapon. He got on his hands and knees like a good little bitch and he let me take his ass with my cock. He let me savage his ass, in fact. I fucked him like a good slut and it got me all wet for that beautiful cock you're carrying between your legs."
"Good, because I can't stop thinking about how good it felt last time," Jeremy replied. "You fuck like a goddess, Hannah, and that pussy of yours is unbelievable."
"Why don't we go to the bedroom?" Hannah suggested. "My obedient husband is going to follow us and use that talented mouth of his to fluff your cock for me. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all," Jeremy replied with a smile. "I like to get a little freaky, and if it turns you on to make your husband suck dick, then I'm down for it."
Hannah took his hand and led Jeremy towards their bedroom as Paul got to his feet and followed. His dick was still hard - there was something quite thrilling about being made to suck cock for his beautiful wife - and he happily sank to his knees once more after stepping through the bedroom doorway.
Hannah undressed her lover and took his soft cock in her hands. Despite its flaccid state, it was exceptionally large. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked.
Paul nodded.
"Suck it for me, Paul," Hannah instructed. "Fluff the man that's going to satisfy your wife because that cock of yours is useless to me. Take him in your mouth and get him hard and wet. You used your asshole to arouse me, now use the fuck hole you call a mouth to get him hard."
Paul crawled forward and took Jeremy's cock in his mouth as Hannah ran her fingers over the younger man's body and kissed his neck. She was doing her part to arouse him and it didn't take long at all for him to achieve an erection in Paul's mouth.
"How's my cocksucking husband doing?" she asked softly.
"He's doing a very good job," Jeremy replied. "He must have had some practice."
Hannah chuckled. "He certainly has. He's going to get a lot more practice from here on out, too. As it turns out, I like watching him suck dick for me."
"I'd be happy to fuck him some time if you'd like to watch that," Jeremy offered.
Paul's eyes went wide - the idea of a man fucking him wasn't exactly thrilling - but he said nothing. Hannah made the rules, so if she wanted her young lover to fuck Paul, then it was going to happen and that's all there was to it.
"I'll keep that in mind," Hannah said. "I think I might enjoy watching you rail Paul's tight ass. Right now, though, I'm feeling far too selfish for that. I need you to fuck me."
Hannah dragged Jeremy towards the bed, got on her back, and spread her legs wide. He crawled on top, his cock made its way into her slick pussy, and Paul watched from his knees as another man fucked his wife in the bed they shared.
The sex was wild, passionate, and vigorous, and Paul understood why Hannah seemed so enamored with Jeremy. They clearly connected on a sexual level, as Paul wasn't sure he'd ever seen his wife enjoy sex in that way. He'd certainly never provided her with the kind of pleasure Jeremy was offering, and he wasn't sure even Julian had risen to that level.
Paul wasn't watching the clock, but they fucked for what felt like an exceptionally long time. Hannah came three times - and each orgasm was quite loud and seemed deeply pleasurable - and after her final orgasm Jeremy buried his cock inside her and emptied his balls, filling Hannah's pussy with hot, sticky cum while she loudly urged him to do so.
"Clean his cock," Hannah said after Jeremy had pulled out.
Paul crawled into the bed and took Jeremy's wet cock in his mouth. He cleaned it because his wife made the rules and it was his job to follow them.
"Now clean my pussy," she instructed.
Paul crawled between his wife's lovely legs and cleaned her pussy. He took his time with it, too, for he wanted to be able to experience her pussy and to be close to her for as long as possible. Plus, he found it thoroughly arousing to clean another man's load from her, and he was always up for doing what aroused him.
After he finished, Hannah saw Jeremy out of the house and returned to the bedroom. She invited Paul into the bed, took his cock in her hand, and stroked him slowly as she smiled sweetly. "We're a good couple, Paul," she said. "We can accomplish incredible things together. And that's precisely what I want. I want you by my side when I become CEO of this company. I want you serving me every step of the way. Will you do that for me, Paul?"
"I'll do anything for you, Hannah," he answered. "You make the rules, after all."
"Yes, I do," she said. "And soon I'm going to make the rules for a whole company, and my obedient husband is going to be there to serve my every need as my assistant at work and my loyal, loving little bitch at home. Isn't that right?"
Paul nodded and she stroked him faster. Bliss filled his body. He really was meant to follow her rules, to submit entirely to his wife. That was his purpose in life, and there was no greater pleasure than serving his purpose.
The End.
