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He immediately went rock hard. He locked the deadbolt behind him, then unstrapped his gear and sidepiece and dropped them heavily into the drawer in his nightstand before slamming it shut. Then he prowled toward his wife.
She’d just set the roast to rest on the counter. He flipped her towards him, grabbed her by the back of her neck, and dragged her lips into his for a deep, devouring kiss.
She tasted sweet. Vaguely of cinnamon, like she’d partaken of her favorite treats from the bakery before leaving. He grabbed her and pulled her closer.
Fuck but he loved everything about this woman.
Not that he’d ever told her that.
The fear that he rarely allowed in hit him full in the throat and he dragged his mouth away from her only to press his forehead against hers. He clutched both of her cheeks in each of his hands and just held her there, her gentle, cinnamony breath warming his face in quick puffs.
“Nicholas? Is something wrong?” she breathed out.
Fuck. He was scaring her. That was the last thing either of them could afford. So he briefly shut his eyes, commanded himself to get control, then lowered his voice and demanded, “Strip. Then on your knees. Face to the ground. Not a word.”
Their faces were so close, he didn’t miss the way her eyes flared at his sudden bossiness. He wasn’t sure if her reaction was interest or alarm at the sudden shift in him, but she reacted immediately all the same.
She stripped quickly and smoothly dropped to her knees, assuming the position with her face bowed. Nicholas swallowed, ignoring his hard-on while he walked to the closet and took out the item he’d ordered next-day delivery earlier in the week.
He came back over to her and secured the blindfold over her head. “Up. On your knees.”
She obeyed. And she didn’t flinch when he began to secure the leather collar around her throat. He tightened it just enough so that it wasn’t cutting off her air supply, but if he pulled on the attached leash, she’d definitely feel the grip. She’d feel who was in control of her. That was what was important tonight.
He needed her to lean into obedience. All the way. Complete obedience to whatever he asked of her. Complete. For both their sakes.
Or, he was afraid, neither of them would survive tomorrow.
Did he hate that he was going to ask of her what he was going to ask? Of course he fucking did. Would he rather pluck out his own eyeballs than ask her to—
He breathed out. None of that mattered right now. All that mattered was tonight. Right now. This moment. Him and her.
He gave her a long leash. Then he pulled out his phone and turned on the camera function as he sat back in his chair. “Perform for me. Be my cam girl for the night. Do everything your Master says for the evening.”
Her eyes widened as she perched there, on her knees, chunky collar around her neck. “Will anyone ever see?”
“Maybe I’m live-streaming,” Nicholas said. “Straight to a porn-site. You better put on the show I know you’re capable of if you want to please me. The tokens are already pouring in.”
Her eyes dropped and Nicholas reached over, grabbing her by the chin and lifting her head. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded immediately, her head bobbing up and down.
It was manipulative of him, and in any other circumstance, he would have reminded her of her safeword, so that she could always stop play. But tomorrow the circumstances would be far too real. And she wouldn’t be able to opt out when it got too uncomfortable. No. Better to press hard tonight to prepare her.
He let go of her chin roughly. “Crawl to the kitchen. Flash that ass to the camera.”
She nodded and he kept his camera trained on her.
She turned to look over her shoulder. “Do you want me to spread my cheeks for the camera, Master?”
Nicholas swallowed at the innocent-but-beguiling way she asked the question. And suddenly understood why she’d been able to make more than a decent living as a cam girl.
He nodded sharply, not trusting his voice as she leaned down on her shoulder with her face sideways on the floor as she reached behind her with both hands.
And then she spread those apple-round ass cheeks of hers to expose her pretty little rosebud anus to him, and a peek at her sweet, tight pink pussy.
“Wider,” he demanded.
She obliged, grasping harder at her inner cheeks and spreading herself impossibly wider.
“Two fingers,” Nicholas barked. “Two fingers up your cunt. Spit on them first.”
“I don’t need to,” her voice came softly. “I’m already wet.”
Fuck. Nicholas’s cock jumped in his pants but he still barked at her, “Don’t question me. Spit on your fingers and then shove them up your cunt. Now it’s three fingers instead of two.”
