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Her head turns toward me, her eyes roll, and she turns her attention back to the bartender making her drink.
“I’ll take that as a ‘no.’ Maybe next time?” I pinch her shoulder and turn her back to face me. “You’re the boss tonight, so whatever you want, you’ll have. My queen.” I step back and bow to her.
“I’m always the boss, D. Don’t ever forget it.” Again she turns her full attention to the young bartender.
Thinking I’ve mistaken Julia’s plans for tonight, I caress her shoulders tenderly. She shudders at my touch but doesn’t move away from me. I take that as a tiny bit of progress. After months of marriage counseling, I still have a lot to do to win her back. Being a dirtbag of a husband has its consequences, and Julia is making me pay them in full.
Her body is stiff as she waits for her drink, still watching the bartender intently. I need to do whatever she demands from me tonight and for the rest of our lives. She really is my world. I was just a fucking asshole with a dick that wanted what he should’ve never had.
“Juls,” I whisper against her hair.
She waves her hand at me and shakes her head, then points toward the young bartender.
“Here you go, gorgeous.” He hands Julia her drink. “And you, sir. Take good care of your lady tonight.” He smiles at Julia as he slides my tumbler to me. I want to jump the bar and beat the shit out of him.
I refrain and nod at him, picking up my glass of tequila. “Always.” I kiss her hair and squeeze her gently.
“Okay, Julia. What’s the plan? Are we watching everyone else have sex? You don’t like to watch porn, so tell me, what are we doing here?”
“Follow me.” She leads me along the perimeter of the spacious room.
We pass by a small section of high tables and stools, an area with low benches, and one with couches. Several couples are engaged in what looks like an orgy. Three men are fucking a woman. One in her mouth, as she straddles one and the other stands behind fucking her in her ass. I want to stay and watch, but Julia grabs my arm, yanking me hard to follow her. While I like watching others have sex, I don’t want a public display of sex with my wife.
On the wall, a section holds ropes, chains, leather straps, and fabric ribbons. A large St. Andrew’s cross is in the middle of it all. A woman somewhat younger than Julia walks over to the cross and waits for an extremely fit man to lift her up. We stop and observe as she is strapped to the cross.
I lean down and ask, “Want to watch?”
“Maybe later. C’mon, we have our own room for the evening.” Julia yanks on my arm again, and we walk to our room.
As we make our way by the different scenes playing out before me, it’s stimulating, and my cock hardens. I need to relieve myself soon, so I ask Julia, “Where the hell is this room you’re taking me to? Florida?”
She stops and whips her head to face me. She glares at me, and her hands land on her hips, crinkling her cute little nose. She huffs out a breath and says, “It’s right here, D.” She flashes the key card and opens the door.
Taking Decklan’s hand in mine, I lead him to the large cushioned high-back chair with spindles touching the ceiling, sitting in the corner of the bedroom. The four-poster king bed sits exactly in the middle of the Broadway-themed room. Photos from various older plays adorn the walls. The bed is draped with a charcoal comforter, folded down, showing the silver silk sheets. I fell in love with the City when we went one-time after we moved to Upstate New York.
“Julia, what’s on your agenda? Are you going to strip for me?” Decklan shifts his body in the chair and slides his hand across his very apparent bulge.
Licking my lips, I prowl over to him and fall to my knees. I place my hands on his muscular thighs and push them outward. Batting my eyes, I say, “You’re going to do what I tell you to, D. I’m your queen, and you’re my subject. You need a safe word though.”
He lets out a laugh, and I stretch up an arm to cover his mouth with my hand.
“No laughing. I’m serious. We need safe words. Mine is purple. What’s yours?”
“Okay, but Julia, you’re always my queen.” He touches my chin and leans down, kissing me tenderly.
I kiss him back, cringing inside. If I was always his queen, why the fuck did he cheat on me twice with the same whore? Why wasn’t I enough for him? What was wrong with me? Even with counseling, all he does is try to provide for me. I want more. I need more. I need a man who wants me. Tonight, Decklan will learn just how much I am the queen. He’ll pay for cheating on me once and for all.
I pinch his knees and insist, “You still need a safe word. We both need one to have and use if we want to stop anything during our role playing. It’s simple, if you want to stop, you say your safe word. And same for me. Besides, it’s protocol here. So, what is it?” I pinch him again.
Decklan scratches his chin, then says, “Um, mine is pink.” His grin turns sinful as he threads his fingers through my hair. He fists it and tugs my head back, then leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting every section of my mouth.
I let him kiss me for a few seconds, then push him off me. “Sit still. Don’t move until I tell you.”
His touch still makes me shudder. It’s not like it used to be when his touch turned me on, and I wanted him to fuck me crazy. I don’t know if I’ll ever want that from him again. Right now, I want him to feel my emotional pain that still lingers from his betrayal of our marriage vows. I don’t need to be taken care of by him. I can take care of myself. He needs me more than I fucking need him.
I reach for his belt. Unbuckling it and unbuttoning his slacks, I slide the zipper down carefully.
His hands engulf my shoulders as I force his slacks and boxers down far enough for me to grip his thick, stiff cock.
