“Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind is still fighting. You’re going to learn to love having my cock inside you. To crave it. To beg for it.”

My fingers moved faster now, applying more pressure. Valerie was panting, her whole body trembling in my arms.

“And it won’t just be your pussy,” I said, moving my fingertips lower and further in. “Eventually, I’m going to fuck you here too.”

My finger found the tight little pucker of her anus and pressed against it gently. She cried out, her body going rigid.

“In this same position,” I continued, keeping my finger pressed there while my other hand continued its work on her clit. “With you on your side, relaxed and open. I’ll push my cock into your bottom and you’ll take it because you’re my wife and that’s what wives do.”

“Oh, God,” she sobbed. “Oh, God, please—”

“Please what?” I pressed my finger more firmly against her anus, not penetrating but making her acutely aware of the pressure there. “Please stop? Or please let you come?”

“I need—” She was writhing now, desperate. “Please, I need—”

“Say it,” I commanded. “Ask permission properly.”

“Please, sir,” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Please, may I come? Please, I’m begging you—”

“Not yet.” I kept my fingers moving on her clit, kept the pressure on her anus, bringing her right to the edge and holding her there. “First you’re going to tell me you understand. Tell me you understand that your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your bottom belongs to me.”

“I understand,” she sobbed. “It all belongs to you, sir, please—”

“And you’re going to let me fuck you wherever I want, whenever I want.”

“Yes, sir, yes, I promise, please—”

“Come,” I said simply, and pressed my finger just slightly inside her anus while the heel of my hand increased its pressure on her clit.

She seemed to come apart in my arms, her whole body convulsing, a wail tearing from her throat that she muffled against the pillow. I felt her pussy clenching rhythmically, felt her anus tighten around my fingertip, felt her entire being surrender to the pleasure I was giving her.

When the spasms finally subsided, she lay limp and trembling against me, soft sobs shaking her shoulders.

“Good girl,” I praised, withdrawing my hands and pulling her closer. “Such a good girl for your husband.”

I held her as she cried, stroking her hair, feeling my cock hard and demanding against her bottom. But I didn’t take her. Not tonight. Tomorrow, maybe… but I would train her as thoroughly as necessary to make sure I got my way when the time came.

For now, it was enough to feel her surrender. To know that her body was learning to crave my touch, my dominance, my control. The New Modesty Authority counselors had been right—Valerie was highly submissive, and with firm guidance, she would become exactly the wife I needed.

Eventually her tears subsided and her breathing evened out. I thought she might have fallen asleep, but then I heard her soft voice in the darkness.

“Chris?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Am I… am I very naughty? For… for liking what you do to me?”