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He runs a hand through her hair, tugging her head backward as he stares down at her. “A very bad wife.”
Her breath hitches as she gazes up at both of us. “Are you ready to be punished?” I ask.
Emphatically, she nods. “Then I want you to go into this room and get naked. You should be kneeling on the floor, waiting for us. I want to talk to your husband for a moment alone. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replies breathily.
Reaching down, I smack her ass. “Then go.”
Unlocking the door, I open it for her and she scurries inside, leaving Caleb and me alone in the dark hallway.
I’d like to have a word with him before we proceed tonight. After everything that’s happened, I don’t quite know where his head is at when it comes to him and me. I just want to know what to expect and where to draw the line.
Once Briar is gone, I lean back against the wall and stare at him. He seems to expect the statement before I say it. “I just need to know where you and I stand.”
“You mean physically?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply. His response stings a little bit because I’d also like to know where we stand emotionally and romantically, but I’m too afraid to ask that at the moment because I’m almost sure the answer would be absolutely nowhere.
To my surprise, Caleb slowly closes the distance between us, pressing his large body against mine. He grabs me by the back of the neck and brings our foreheads together.
“I’ve been thinking,” he mutters. “I’d like to fuck you.”
If my dick had a mouth, it would be screaming, “Yes, absolutely, do it now.”
But my brain is telling me to think about this because letting him fuck me is going to have consequences. And I’m the one at risk of getting hurt here. I don’t want to be someone’s experiment. I don’t want to be the guy a married man uses, but I don’t exactly know how to ask for reassurance.
What if he can’t give it to me? What if this is just an experiment to him? Do I still want it?
The question doesn’t even leave my lips as Caleb holds my face in his hands. There’s a tremble in his touch, and I wonder if it’s because this is the first time in his life he’s allowed himself to be this close to another man—totouchanother man. To explore and express a part of himself that he’s kept hidden his entire life.
And I know that he’s bad at expressing himself with words, and I’m too afraid to ask the important questions, so he answers them with his mouth on mine.
The kiss is consuming and visceral, as if he’s licking his way into my soul. Speaking directly to my heart, finding the innermost vulnerable parts of myself and devouring them. I melt into his hands, surrendering myself to his touch. I let him lead the kiss because I want to empower him in this moment. I want him to know that he can take whatever he wants from me, and I will give it to him.
When we finally come apart, we’re both breathless, resting our foreheads against each other’s. His hands are still on my face, and mine are clutching tightly to his tuxedo jacket as if I’m afraid he might float away on a breeze.
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. “Yes, fuck me.”
His response is the same familiar growl I’ve come to love as he grinds himself against me. And as excited as I am for him to be inside me, first, I want to punish Briar, and I know he does, too.
The punishment isn’t meant to be cruel or even true discipline. It’s an expression of trust, and there’s nothing quite as hot as that.
“Follow my lead,” I tell him as we move away from the wall and head into the room. Briar is kneeling naked on the floor, just as we told her to. It’s still such an exquisite sight.
While Caleb stands in front of her, softly stroking her hair, I head toward the toys on the wall. This is obviously their first foray into this sort of thing, so it’s best if I go easy on them. If we do any sort of impact play, I can keep it soft so I don’t overwhelm her.
When I spot the nipple clamps hanging from the wall, I smile to myself as I retrieve them. Then I grab some leather cuffs and the riding crop.
Taking the supplies over to the bed, I drop them on the mattress as I turn toward the beauty on her knees. “Briar, look at me,” I command.
Her eyes flash toward me as she waits.
“You’ll need a safe word for this, but I don’t want you to be alarmed. If you ever need us to slow down for any reason, I want you to sayyellow. Do you understand?”
With a hint of a tremble, she nods.
“Use your words, angel.”
