Her entire body freezes, going into shock. She opens her mouth to talk, but I think it's about time she gets a taste of how I think my wife should behave. At least if my wife is Kayla King.
With a harsh movement, I pull her head underwater, holding her there with two fingers in her pussy and a hand tangled in her mane.
Her hands shoot to my arm, her nails cutting into my skin as I watch her struggle. Bubbles float to the surface, and she splashes me as she starts flinging her legs too.
I tilt my head to the side, wondering if she can see me from underwater and how I look.
Does she feel like I'm in control now? Does she understand that her freedom is mine? Has it hit her yet that I hold her pathetic life in the palm of my hand, quite literally?
Hundreds of bubbles become dozens and then a few. I guess I should let her breathe.
