It was my wedding night. I’d never had a man inside me before and I’d waited all my life for this one moment. But something came between me and my husband that night: His big, muscular, dominant dog, Thor.
It was the night I found out just who was the dominant one in the relationship.
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Bruce attempted to move, but Thor blocked his path. He tried to move again, but Thor escalated the situation and growled at him. Staring at his dog in shock, he couldn't fathom why he was behaving this way.
Thor looked up at his owner who was weak-willed and not a good leader and gave him a deep growl, raising his hackles for emphasis. Bruce stepped back and gave him a nervous smile.
“Okay, boy. You want me to stay here, I will. I just want to fuck my wife,” he replied in the weak voice of a subordinate.
With Bruce taken care of, Thor turned and strutted into the room where the hot, fertile bitch was. She was his, not the man's, for it was the right of the alpha to mate with the female of the pack, now she must learn her place as well. Hopefully she’d be as easy to dominate as he was. With a leap, he landed on the couch.
“Aren't you coming?” Marci called out and looked over her shoulder, wondering why he wasn't beside her already. Was he having second thoughts?
«Uh…Yes dear, I'll be in there as soon as I can.» Bruce called back. A shiver danced up his spine as his thoughts replayed what Thor pulled. He was scared and didn't want to disobey his huge, dominant dog, but at the same time he wanted to consummate his marriage. He’d been waiting for this day for a long time.
