Kelli awoke feeling as sore as if she'd run a marathon, and as happy as if she'd won. The past fourteen days had taken her from the brink of desolation to the heights of bliss, on a path no marriage counselor could ever travel. She wondered if Jack had any clue as to how much she'd changed. Not just in her attitudes about sex. But in everything. Her confidence. Her self esteem. She felt more vibrant, more alive than she ever had. If she could masturbate in front of a crowd of drunken, leering men, she could certainly face down her parents and their racist, bigoted remarks. She could see the weaknesses in her religion, as well as the strengths. And she could understand what made a woman into a wife; not just as someone who would share in the marriage but someone who would contribute as well.

Stretching her naked body out beneath the sheets of their still dark bedroom, she checked and checked again for any signs of guilt. And found none. God had given men and women the ability to experience such extreme pleasure. As long as it was consensual, and no one else got hurt along the way, it seemed as though sex shouldn't be against any of God's rules. Of course, now that she'd witnessed the hypocricies of her fellow church members and the pastor himself, it was hard to allow them to judge her. She'd leave that to Him.

Thirteen days. At first she'd been doubtful. Resentful. Scared. Did her husband harbor some inner demons that she'd never suspected? It had seemed like it at the time. He'd been cruel; brutal, even. He'd broken her down, as if she'd been the victim of brainwashing. Broken her down and then built her back up. Well, not exactly that. He'd kept her on edge, and allowed her to build herself back up. That was better, she decided. The other way, she might've ended up just as dependent upon Jack as she had been dependent upon her ultra-strict morals. This way, she could make up her own mind about what she wanted to do, and how she wanted to live.

Like last night. She'd really thrown him for a loop when she stated that she didn't want the fourteen days to end early. And she didn't. She wasn't continuing in order to prove herself to him. She wanted to prove herself to herself. How far could she push herself to go? How much desire and lust could she pull from Jack? It had come to her last night, in the shower. The power of her submission. Outwardly, Jack held the upper hand. She jumped to his orders. But in her responses, in her reactions, she held the upper hand too. There was power in being submissive. She felt in control being out of control.

Like now. She twisted in bed and burrowed under the covers until her mouth was even with his dick. It lay flat against his stomach, completely flaccid. Smiling in anticipation, she pulled it fully into her mouth, swirling it out of its stupor, hoping to have the same effect on her husband. His cock began to expand almost immediately, filling instinctively in response to her hot wet lips and tongue. She sucked at it softly, pausing often to test its hardness with the tip of her tongue. Amazing how such supple, velvety skin could become so hard and abrasive, strong enough to split her open, over and over again.

"Whoa, what's this?" Jack asked, pulling the covers away from her head. "You don't have to do this anymore."

"Just because I don't have to doesn't mean I don't want to," she said lightly, before bending back to tickle his balls with her tongue. She smiled as he gasped, his body suddenly tense with anticipation. She had the control now. And even if he made her do something really disgusting, she'd still be in control. His cock was now full and rigid; his balls tight inside their pouch. Even though he'd fucked her breathless the night before, he was ready to go again. She was taking that as a compliment. A big one.

Abruptly she sat up so her breasts were just inches from his face. "Shall I prepare a paddle for my spanking?" she asked, dropping her voice into the naïve, subservient tone she'd begun using. It was fun to play the part to the fullest. "Or perhaps I should perform for your amusement?" With one hand she offered him her full breast, while the other gave him a peek inside her bare pussy lips.

His smile was broad and warm. "If you want to keep going, my little slut wife, I'd be more than happy to. But I'll set the schedule, if you please. Right now, we'll take a shower together. Then, we'll go out for a little breakfast. And then we'll see what kind of trouble we can get into. First, though, let's see if you kiss as well as you suck."