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I needed to take her again, to assert myself over her the way I usually did. What we’d done had left me feeling both satisfied and shaken. Vulnerability wasn’t my strong suit, even with the woman I loved more than anything. I had to restore balance before the end of the night.
“Bend over,” I said.
Cheeks burning, she obeyed, leaning over the tub and gripping the faucet to steady herself. Satisfaction flooded me at the sight of my wife’s swollen pussy. Thoroughly used and marked with my cum.
“I’ll have you later,” I said shortly. “Get in the tub, wash up, and we’ll have something to eat.”
God, I was such a massive, fucking dick. Why was it such a struggle to give her the warmth and kindness she deserved? Her eyes were big as she tied her curls on top of her head and sank into the bubbly water. They followed my every move while I opened my suitcase and began sorting through it in search of my lighter.
“It’s by the bed,” she said softly.
I bent over the tub, taking her chin and kissing her mouth. “Did I sound like I snapped at you just now? That wasn’t what I meant.”
She shook her head. “I know you, Lucien.”
“You’re a good girl,” I said. “I love you.”
Her eyes went dreamy and she smiled, running her wet fingertips over the waist of my pants. Leaving little trails on my fabric. I stroked her cheek once and left her soaking in the tub to step out onto the balcony.
Down below, the city was laid out in glittering lights, skyscrapers, and the impenetrable darkness beyond. I lit the cigarette and breathed it in deeply. Holding it for a moment before releasing it into the cool night air.
My neck smarted and I liked the pain. For the first time in decades, on my knees, bound by the throat, I’d been contained. But this time it hadn’t felt like torture…it felt like writing over the darkest passages in my life with ink the color of my wife’s love.
There was a knock from inside the room and I stabbed out my cigarette and went to retrieve the food. I was popping the champagne when Olivia emerged from the bathroom, this time in a silver slip that matched the diamonds glittering in her ears. She always waited until just before bed to take her jewels off.
I liked that ritual. Watching her sit before the mirror and unfasten her necklace. She’d bend her throat so she could work the earrings from her delicate lobes. Sometimes she’d come to me and sweep her hair aside so I could unclasp her necklace.
Then she would work lotion into her skin and cream into her face. And, if I was lucky, she’d bend over the vanity and apply balm to her lips with the tip of her finger. I watched from the bed, fascinated by her feminine rituals.
By the time she got into bed, I was always hard again.
I shook off the image as my cock twitched and poured her a glass of champagne. She accepted it and slid her arm around my waist, tucking the tips of her fingers under my waistband.
I kissed her head. “You’re so beautiful, baby,” I murmured.
She smiled, nuzzling my upper arm. “Thank you.”
Silence fell for a long moment. Then she drew back, going to sit at the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay with what we did?” she asked timidly.
“I am,” I said. “I don’t regret it.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t say you regretted it, Lucien.”
I sighed. “Does it matter, baby?”
“It matters. When we do something new, I think we should debrief afterwards,” she said, cocking her head. “I’ll go first. I liked it, I liked seeing you hold yourself back from me. But I like…I like the way you usually dominate me more. I like it better when it’s straightforward because you can be unpredictable and sometimes you scare me.”
I wasn’t offended by her admittance because she was telling the truth. I was aware that I was unpredictable and difficult to trust.
“I can agree with that,” I said.
Her throat bobbed. “Do you need to…you know? Reset?”
I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. “Reclaim you? Yes, before we sleep.”
She didn’t call me fucked up, she didn’t call me a monster, she just nodded like this was the most normal thing in the world. Then she rose and lifted the top off the food. I’d ordered her a sandwich and a salad and a small slice of chocolate cake. All foods I knew she could now eat without guilt.
