Contrary Mary Gets Planted in Her Garden
She was ignoring his fundamental rule. Now he would DEMONSTRATE how she too could be taken like a barnyard animal.
Where are you? I’ve been calling you for the last two hours.
His text again went unanswered. He felt more frustrated than worried.
Victor knew exactly where Mary was. She had frequently shared her phone’s location on her Map APP, when she was working very early, late, during inclement weather, when she was on a road trip or flying for work or with family. The day he gave her a wedding ring, he asked her never to revoke his access again.
He could use countless adjectives to describe being married at last to his sub. Joyous, intoxicating, incredible, affirming, deliriously loving, gloriously erotic — but calming? Laughing to himself, he couldn’t in his most delightfully wild dreams call having her for either wife or sub as a relaxing, calm experience.
They had worked diligently on communication. As with her location, his requirement as her Dom, was that his text or calls be returned as soon as possible. Ten minutes if she was NOT at work, as soon as practical if she was. It was not two hours twenty minutes when he drove up to the community gardens.
