Page 11 of Such A Good Girl

Ashley disappeared up the stairs, a gleeful skip in her step.

With a chuckle, I made my way to my car.

After lunch, I’d be meeting my pet for the first time. It’d be rude not to bring her a gift.

I’d passed the perfect store on the edge of town…

NINE

ASHLEY

My stomach may as well have been filled with rocks. Why was I so nervous? It was only Jerry. Our love life may have been lagging, but it wasn’t like we’d never been together.

Memories of the early days made my thighs tighten. If we could return to that…

I fit the collar around my neck, leaving it one stop looser than the first time I’d worn it. Perhaps Jerry would slip his fingers in the gap between my skin and the leather. Pull me to him while he?—

Cutting the thought off, I shook my head.

Getting ahead of myself would only fuel disappointment. Pre-planning or envisioning what could be wasn’t the way. I needed to let Jerry lead. Even if sex wasn’t great for me this time, it would build a bridge to where I could seek pleasure.

My nipples peaked in the mirror as I grazed my hands over my chest.

Brr brr brr. My phone vibrated on top of the dresser, giving me a five minute warning. It was almost time.

Tingles pricked at my spine as I dashed down the stairs, leaving my phone. I didn’t need it. All I needed was my husband’s attention.

Butterflies stormed in my stomach as I knelt near the bottom of the stairs, facing the door. Minutes inched by so slowly. The waiting made me notice everything. The way the cold tiled floor dug into my knees and ankles, the slight breeze from the air conditioning goose-pimpling my skin. Every sound outside had me squirming against my folded legs, listening for the rumble of Jerry’s car.

Where was he?

The ends of my hair tickled against my shoulders where the curls exploded from the high ponytail I’d put in to tame it. I’d seen the memes online of women tying their hair up while giving their man the eye, his face lighting up as he thinks a blowjob is imminent. Often they do something silly to crush his lusty thoughts and then both have a giggle about it. I hoped Jerry had seen them. That he would see my hair out of the way and something dirty would cross his mind.Anythingdirty.

The door handle wriggled before pressing downward, and I startled. I hadn’t even heard the car arrive. Swallowing hard, I arched my back and moved my hands from my thighs, sliding them behind my back instead.

Sunlight spilled in as the door swung open, causing me to squint.

‘Jerry,’ I breathed out, excitement sweeping through me.

‘Not today, pet.’

My stomach dropped at the deep, rough voice. The door closed, and I focused on the man standing before me, his face covered with a black balaclava.

Confusion hit me first, scrunching my brows, before fear crashed through my senses.

It wasn’t Jerry.

Letting out a scream, I skittered to the left, pulling myself to my feet as I dashed into the lounge. A chuckle mingled with heavy footsteps, following me through the house.

My bare feet hammered against the wood, competing with my pulse. I threw myself at the back door, struggling with the lock.

‘Come on,’ I pleaded, my sweaty fingers slipping against the key.

A sudden yank pulled me backward, fingers tightening around my ponytail and clasping me.

‘Come now, good girls sit prettily for their owners.’ The thick words twisted my stomach, and tears pricked.

‘Please don’t hurt me,’ I begged, freezing as his other hands skirted my hips and followed the contours of my body to my neck.

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