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“Problem?” he asked.
“You just take over everything. You bossed that woman around. You always tell me what to do. You even buy me things when I’ve asked you not to.”
“The salesclerk is here to assist us. She doesn’t seem unhappy with the tasks I’ve given her. And I fully expect that, by the time we’ve left, I’ll have made any extra effort worth her while.”
“Not everything is about money.”
His pretty wife sounded naïve. “Most everything is. It’s ugly but true. As for you…” He rose from the bed and prowled toward her. “It’s a husband’s right to provide for his wife, and maybe indulge her every now and then. If it will make you feel better, I won’t ask you for a blow job in exchange for anything I buy. All I want is your company. Why are you angry?”
When he cupped her shoulder, she shrugged it off and turned away with a sigh. “I’m not angry. I just feel everything spinning out of control. No matter how I try to stop it?—”
“That’s the problem. You’re trying to control not only this situation, but everything in your life. Baby, no one can.” He turned her back to face him, something inside him hurting when he saw the tears gathering there. “When we met at Dominion, you agreed to my Dominance because you said you were ready to give me control. It took you months to truly let go, but every time you relinquished a bit of your tight grip and began to trust me, I was so thrilled and proud of you. During our separation this past year, you seem to have forgotten everything we’d worked on.”
“Because there was no one else to take on all this responsibility. I had to be strong.”
That stung. “No one?”
She flushed and looked away. “After all these months, submitting still feels kind of foreign and irresponsible. Maybe I’m not wired for that anymore.”
Gia still believed she couldn’t let loose and see to her own needs because she’d been so busy caring for everyone else’s. She was mistaken. And he’d still love to paddle her for refusing to let him shoulder any of her burden. Arguing certainly wouldn’t get him anywhere. He simply had to show her.
Jason pressed a kiss to her forehead, followed by her lips. Then he stepped back. “Strip.”
“What?” She looked at him as if he’d lost his mind.
“Did you have difficulty hearing my instruction?”
“No, I’m just?—”
“Overthinking everything. I’ve given you a simple command.” She wouldn’t remember how much surrender fulfilled her soul until he gave her the experience again. “I expect you to obey. Deep down, you want to.”
Gia hesitated, her dark eyes searching his face as if looking for answers. “What if someone walks in?”
“Leave that to me.” He smiled as he shut the door, enclosing them alone together.
After another hesitation, she nodded and dropped her hands to her blouse, her trembling fingers working the buttons.
Jason knew that Gia was still a police officer who, if caught, would face censure for breaking the law. It had worried her in their past. After playing the role of parent to her niece and nephew, it would worry her even more now. But she still trusted him enough to peel off the gauzy shirt covering her pretty breasts and slide it to the floor.
He began loosening his own shirt buttons, watching as she fiddled with the waistband of her skirt and hesitated. Gia had to work through this in her head. She’d always had an exhibitionist streak, but she struggled with letting go away from the privacy of the bedroom.
“Off with the skirt. You didn’t disobey me and wear panties, did you?”
“No.” Gia sounded breathy and aroused, just the way he liked her.
“Good.” He waited until she pushed the skirt down her hips and stepped out, holding it in front of her like a shield. “Hand it to me.”
She swallowed nervously and paused, then finally held the skirt out to him. Perhaps he’d ease up and take pity on her if her nipples weren’t peaking through her thin bra and she didn’t already look wet.
Damn it, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. It might sound trite, but every time he explored Gia’s body, he found something new to appreciate, another way to savor her.
For now, he merely pushed her comfort zone by hanging the skirt over the top of the door behind him, far out of her reach. “Now your bra.”
Her fingers curled into fists. She pressed her lips together as her pulse beat furiously at her neck. His wife was going to give into him, and the thought drove him mad with anticipation. Fire seared his veins, engorged his cock. He fought the urge to grab her and tear the undergarment away, then shove her down on his stiff length until she took every inch. Instead, he snapped his fingers, letting her know that his thin patience had given way to expectation.
She let out a shuddering breath. “Jason…”
“Your safe word is still divorce. It’s your only out. Unless you want to use it, give me your bra now. If you make me wait any longer, I’ll spank you here and now. I won’t care who hears.”
