Controlling My Husband

By Britt Archer

Olivia is fed up with her sex life. No matter what she tries, she can barely get her husband to touch her. Not that he was a great lover to begin with, but she has needs just like any other woman. The final straw comes when she greets him at the front door not wearing much more than a smile, and he simply brushes her off.

Furious and humiliated, she sets out to find out why he won't touch her. What she discovers shocks her, but also awakens something with her - her husband is a submissive. Armed with this knowledge, she decides to seek revenge on him. Before the night is over, her husband is going to be humiliated, broken and blackmailed into a life of slavery.

Product Warning - This book contains sexually explicit scenes, which include female domination, chastity, humiliation, strap-ons and BDSM.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Astarte Publishing
• Release date: Apr 5, 2015
• ISBN: 9780994779670

Britt Archer

Britt Archer loves nothing more than to explore the power dynamic between men and women. Whether it's cruel dominatrixes tormenting their slaves, bulging female bodybuilders overpowering weak men, or sexy wives cuckolding their small peckered husbads, she loves to explore fetishes and role reversal.She lives in the north with her small dog, and keeps active during the long winter months by visiting the gym. When you don't find her at the gym, she's busy writing sexy new stories.Sign up for her mailing list to find out when hot new stories come out - http://eepurl.com/bZsWbr

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Controlling My Husband

Britt Archer

www.brittarcher.com

Copyright © 2015 by Britt Archer

Published by Astarte Publishing

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It seemed like everything was going wrong in my marriage lately. It's not like I've always had a happy marriage, but at least my husband Mason and I had always sizzled in the bedroom. We could go from fights that would wake the neighbors, to sex so hot that we would break furniture.

But lately he wasn't showing any interest in me. The fights were still there, but we never had the makeup sex that had always made them somewhat bearable. Even when I dressed up in my skimpiest outfits and exposed my tight body that I worked damn hard on at the gym; it wasn't enough to arouse him.

I even decided to change up my hair and went to the hairdressers and had my hair dyed blond and cut short in a fashionable little bob. All that he had managed to grunt when I got home was, You look different.

The final straw came the day that I greeted him at the front door after work, dressed only in a bustier that pushed up my firm, round breasts, and stockings that showed off my long legs. I knew that I looked sexy as hell, and in the past his thick cock would have been bursting through his pants just at the sight of me like that. But this time, all that I got from him was a muttered line about having work to do. Then he pushed past me, and I was left standing there in my lingerie, feeling like a fool.

After that, fights in our house became a steady fixture of life. I was unfilled, and worse – I was humiliated. Something had to be going on, and I was determined to find out what it was. I hated to even think about it, but the only thing that made sense was that Mason was cheating on me. One way or another, I would have to find out.

I knew that it was a huge violation of his trust, but I decided the only way to know for sure was to search his computer while he was at work. Feeling smug after quickly guessing that his password was the name of his childhood dog, I started to scroll through his folders.

Even though I had seen plenty of cheating couples exposed on talk shows, I had no clue how their cheating was actually discovered. It's not like he would have a folder labeled pictures of me cheating or anything like that. I wondered if I