My Bride Is My Dog: A Modern Marriage

By Melissa Miranti

Spencer had just married the most beautiful, perfect woman he could ever imagine finding. To his love-drunk eyes, nothing could ever go wrong in their marriage. There was, however, a secret she had been keeping. Erika wanted desperately to be trained as her husband's pet, to be bound, disciplined, and used whenever he felt it was appropriate. To keep a secret like this until after marriage is foolhardy. How will Spencer deal with his wife wishing to be his dog?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Melissa Miranti
• Release date: Apr 16, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463499894

Melissa Miranti

About the AuthorMelissa Miranti is a bisexual Brooklyn-based erotica writer. She has been writing erotica since she was younger than she’d like to admit, but began publishing in early 2016. She lives with her wife, who generously indulges her myriad fetishes. She hopes that you enjoy her stories, and by all means, do enjoy them thoroughly. You can even commission your own story!

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My Bride Is My Dog

A Modern Marriage

By Melissa Miranti

Alright, so now that we’re married and all, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Spencer asked his wife. He sat at the edge of the honeymoon suite bed, watching her undo the complex mass of hair it had taken two hairdressers an hour to cobble together. Erika still wore her wedding dress, a slinky white affair with just the tiniest bit of poof at the bottom. It broadened enough at her hips to allow her to dance, and she had been dancing the night away just before they got back to their room. He thought it made her look like a ridiculous bird, but a radiantly beautiful ridiculous bird.

About what? My hair? Erika asked, her voice echoing from the bathroom.

No, just anything you’ve been keeping from me until you got your hooks in me, Spencer said.

Fishing expedition? Erika replied.

Something like that.

I’ve been fucking your brother, does that count? Erika said without stopping her work.

I don’t have a brother.

Then no, there’s nothing, Erika said. How about you?

I play a mean game of cribbage, Spencer said.

You never mentioned you knew how to play cribbage.

I don’t, but when I play it, I’m really mean. I’ll say such nasty things to you you’ll want to cry. But you’ll still win, Spencer said. He smiled at his