Make absolutely certain she's serious

I couldn't believe it.

Jane had always been the sweetest, most wholesome girl you could ever imagine. I was pretty sure she was still a virgin. I'd never imagined she'd harbored the capacity to even think of something like this, let alone to take the initiative to draw up contracts and actually go through with it.

I looked at the paper in my hand, bearing both our signatures. The wording was so strong, so vivid. Whatever this side of her was, it ran deep. Or at least the fantasy of it did. I looked at her, kneeling eagerly before me. If there was any chance she thought this was a game or that she could wiggle out of it now that we'd begun, I wanted to nip that in the bud, but first I wanted to enjoy my lovely bride: I'd waited so long for her and this was our special day.

Knowing Jane, I made an educated guess. "Go put on whatever bridal lingerie you picked out for tonight and come back to this spot. Be quick."

She grinned and nodded. "Yes, Sir! I will need a little help with some of these buttons please, Sir. This dress is complicated." Hopping up, she moved to me sand turned her back so I could free her enough to get out of the dress on her own, the she ran to the bathroom and shut the door most of the way, leaving a slight gap.

Her voice was sultry, excited. Hearing her address me in such a deferential manner was turning me on more than I'd expected. My cock was throbbing in my slacks.

I tore up the other contract, the one that suggested I might ever actually want to take the submissive role. Jane seemed to be fine to have it either way. That suited me just fine. I carefully stored the signed **** contract in case she changed her mind and tried to destroy it. I would take it to my lawyers later to make sure it would hold up but even if it wasn't legally enforceable, I could use it to pressure her to fulfill it. At the very least, it was a confession of some very deep fetish she longed very badly to realize. She was the love of my life; I wasn't about to stand between her and her dreams.

The bathroom door opened and Jane hurried through it, grinning excitedly despite a soft blush.

I'd never seen her so beautiful and sexy. Her outfit was simple. A white lacy sort of babydoll thing that hid nothing from my eyes and a simple little white thong. Ver little. She'd let her hair down and wore nothing else but earrings, her brand new wedding ring, and a pair of white pumps.

"You like?" She modeled the lingerie for me a little, bathing in the heat of my hungry gaze.

I did. I closed the distance to her and caught her chin between my thumb and forefinger, craning her neck to meet my eyes. "I do like. You're serious about this, aren't you?"

She shivered with anticipation. "Yes, John. I love you. I want this. I'm your **** now. No limits. I meant it."

Fuck, she really did mean it. I smiled, several twisted fantasies springing to mind all at the same time. "I love you, too. Your training begins now, my little cocksleeve."

I pulled her into a kiss, trapping both of her arms and pinning them to the small of her back, transferring both of her slender wrists to one of my hands so I could grope her magnificent chest.

She melted into the kiss, moaning as our tongues mingled.

She deserved it. It was the last time I was going to be very nice to her at all for a while.