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1. SILK BLINDFOLD (FROM the game last night)

2. Flogger

3. Needle

4. Black ink (all courtesy of my luggage)

5. 1934 Pol Roger Brut Champagne (thanks to
Castelnaud-des-Fleurs
)

6. And a present for Tess that I planned on using many nights to come (she hadn’t been the only one buying gifts secretly)

 

Thirty minutes after Tess left, I stalked through our temporary home and mentally ticked off the list, ensuring I had everything I required. The black satchel in my hand—that’d been hidden at the bottom of my suitcase—clinked softly with what I intended to do to Tess. What she would let me do because she was mine and tomorrow was my birthday.

I planned to spend all night and most of the early morning indulging in her.

What better way to grow a year older than spending it balls deep in my wife?

Tess knew I didn’t do puppies and petals. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t up to celebrating a night dedicated to love and connection.

By fucking her.

By marking her.

By letting my beast out to play and escorting Tess into the darkness she coveted and came alive in. My little sparrow was the kinkiest plaything imaginable, and the moment I let myself off my tightly controlled leash, she met me bite for bite.

Tonight would be no different.

Only…maybe it should?

That damn thought tormented me again. For months, I hadn’t been able to run from such conclusions. I’d always been a firm believer in doing whatever felt natural. But what if this
wasn’t
natural? What if I was stopping Tess from other experiences by keeping her chained to my demonous urges?

Either way, tonight wasn’t a night for reform.

My bare feet padded on the thick burgundy carpet as I passed empty rooms of our rented castle. How many other couples had indulged in fucking and degradation and every morbid, twisted delicious thing Tess and I did within these walls?

Were we the wildest or the tamest compared to the ancestors who’d once roamed here?

My cock hardened with every step. My lips smirked, thinking of Tess and my instructions.

I had no doubt she would’ve obeyed. Not because I commanded her but because she loved it. She submitted because she wanted what I did. She let me do nasty things to her because she enjoyed it just as much as me. My dirty wife begged for things that would terrify vanilla loving girls.

She wasn’t a princess.

Fuck no, Tess was my queen. My sinning, cursing, fucking twisted queen.

She still believed I held the cards in our marriage, but she couldn’t be more wrong. I’d barely managed to stop from taking her in our bedroom half an hour ago when she looked at me as if I caused her pain. Pain I could stop if only I were honest with her.

I wanted her.

No, I was beyond that. I was fucking obsessed with her.

She was more than my world. She was more than my lover, best friend, and partner. She was the blood in my heart, the breath in my lungs, the fucking marrow in my bones. Without her, I wouldn’t exist. Without her, my body would be nothingness: no heartbeats, no mind, no man…no animal.

Cutting off my thoughts, I refocused.

The instructions I’d given her came back to mind.

 

Dear
Esclave
,

 

If you wish to please me, you will do the following. Do not dally or disobey. Do not touch yourself or do anything to displease me. Obey me, my dear Tess, and I will reward you.

1. Shave your pussy until it’s bare and dripping

2. Tie up your hair in plaited pigtails

3. Dress in the provided blood-red lingerie you’ll find in the room

4. Then wait

5. And Tess…make sure your brand—the very one I marked you with—is visible and glowing with my possession

 

I’m coming for you.

 

Your
Maître
.

 

My breathing slowed as I stopped outside the room where she waited.

My bag brushed against my trouser leg, whispering with sinful promise. My hands shook slightly—not from fear but monstrous anticipation.

I wanted my wife.

I needed my
esclave
.

I loved them both.

Twisting the handle, I entered the room.

The most beautiful scene welcomed me. Tess had gone one step further. She’d swept up her hair, dressed in the sexy lingerie, and attached the diamond collar with a tag marking her as mine. The brand was covered, but the collar did the same thing—letting me know she was totally under my control.

I didn’t know she brought that here
.

The collar had been an anniversary gift two years ago.

Her grey-blue eyes glanced my way. Blonde hair cascaded over one, catching on her black eyelashes. She’d done what I asked and plaited the long length into two messy pigtails. However, soft tendrils escaped the imprisonment.

My cock punched my belt.

I dropped my bag.

I love you, Tess. And I’ll tell you what I’m lying about. Soon.

“You obeyed me.”

Her head bowed, her legs spreading wider, revealing the gift I worshiped daily between her legs. “I did. I look forward to my reward.”

My lips curled; the darkness enveloped me. The beast inside stretched, unsheathing its claws, lengthening its spine in preparation.

I stalked toward her and fisted her hair. I fell more in love than I already was.

This woman made me come alive. This woman would end up killing me. But my life was already hers, and I would die gratefully on the pyre of her affection.

“Tu connaiss les règles, esclave.”
You know the rules.

“What rules,
maître
?”

“You don’t get your reward until you’ve been punished.”

Her gaze glittered with rebellion and retaliation but not one ounce of fear—the perfect cocktail for a bastard like me. “Go ahead. You’ll never break me.”

“Ah, my sweet, sweet Tess. That might be the case…” I nipped at her bottom lip. “
Mais ça ne m'empêchera pas d’essayer.”
But it won’t stop me from trying.

Dropping the black bag by her spread legs, I tugged on her right plait. “Up.”

Unfolding immediately, she stood quivering before me. Her chest rose and fell, imprisoned in the dark red bra I’d handpicked for her. Her flat stomach shadowed with faint bruises from previous nights, and I traced the bite mark I’d left on her hipbone after our parlour games.

I wanted to do what I’d planned now. To get it over with before she could have second thoughts. But I restrained myself. Anticipation would make it that much sweeter.

Gripping her jaw, I kissed her with a wet-as-fuck dominating kiss before pushing her backward to the bed.

She obeyed every prompt. Falling onto the bedspread, she watched me with desire-glittering eyes.

This room was very much like our assigned accommodation, only smaller. The fireplace roared with heat and the four-poster bed hung with midnight blue drapery rather than forest green.

My jeans and t-shirt became too tight as my body prepared to tease and torture.

Tess squirmed on the mattress as I moved toward her and yanked her up the bed by her arms. The moment she was in the middle, I uncoiled a piece of Japanese silk rope from my pocket and looped it around her wrist.

With a sharp smile, I secured her to one of the four bedposts.

It was a risk tying her down like this. After all, she’d done the same to me when I’d given her my nightmares to hopefully break hers. However, no memory of that day hovered in her gaze. Her skin already flushed with lust as I fastened her other wrist and moved toward her ankles.

She didn’t speak—she was too well trained—but her eyes never left my ministrations.

She gasped as my fingers ran around her ankle, cupping her heel protectively before wrenching her legs apart and securing them as tight as her wrists.

Once finished, she lay spread-eagled with no hope of escape.

I stood and surveyed my fucking delicious woman. The lingerie barely hid her bare pussy, shadowing it in red lace while her bra couldn’t hide the pinpricks of nipples begging me to bite.

Running a fingertip from her instep to her clit, I murmured, “So pretty and no chance of running. What shall I do with you?”

Her hands fisted, her lips parting with breath. “Anything…do anything you want.”

“Anything?” My fingers pinched her pussy, indenting her soft flesh with the lace protecting her.

She gasped, white cheeks flushing so prettily. The scrap of material couldn’t hide how wet and hot she was, drenching the delicate underwear.

Her desire matched mine.

I was rock-fucking-hard for her.

“I’ll give you a choice, Tess.” Rubbing her pussy, I pressed hard and swift. “Pain or pleasure first? You make the call.”

Her back bowed as I stabbed at her entrance, prevented from entering her by the lacy garment. Soon, that bastard chastity belt would be sliced away. But for now, it kept me focused. Gave me a barrier I wasn’t permitted to break.

Her eyes switched from dove-grey to dark blizzard. “Pain…I pick pain first.”

I shook my head, stealing my hand from her core and bending to unzip my black bag. “Wrong choice.”

“But you said—”

I smirked as I kept what I’d pulled from the duffel hidden and prowled to a wall socket by the bedside table. Luckily, the cord was long enough.

We hadn’t played with this toy before. But I’d heard good things.

Once attached to the electric source, I kept the device behind my back and repositioned myself between my wife’s spread legs.

“I know what I said. But I’m the master here. Not you. And I’ve decided to give you pleasure first.” I bared my teeth. “Or at least…the hint of pleasure before I hurt you.”

Her ribcage stood in stark relief as she sucked in a harsh breath.

She didn’t ask questions or demand to know what I had planned because she knew me too well. I wouldn’t answer. I’d only show her.

My fingers tightened on the gift behind my back. “Do you know what this is,
esclave
?”

She shook her head. “No.”

No? That was surprising. She’d told me about her dildo collection back when she was with Brax. Her battery-operated friends were the only things delivering an orgasm while she wasted her talent on a loveless wonder who believed kissing should be done with the lights off and clothes firmly tucked tight.

He didn’t know this woman at all.

But I did.

I knew her sometimes better than I knew myself.

Caressing the large contraption with a soft bulbous end and flexible neck, I switched it on. A loud humming filled the space. Holding it up for Tess to notice, I smirked. “I believe it’s called a magic wand.”

Her eyes grew round as I cranked up the speed. The tingle of hypnotic vibration shot down my hand.

Interesting.

Experimenting, I placed the end against my cock through my jeans.

“Fuck!” Instantly, I wrenched it away, doubling over with the overload of intensity from the mere touch. Echoes of vicious need radiated down my legs and into my belly.

Tess bit her lip, fascinated and imploring.

I chuckled as I rested my knees on the bedspread. “Oh, I think you’re going to like this.”

She nodded; her face glazed and sex-soaked. I hadn’t even touched her yet, but she’d panted herself into subspace.

Hovering the vibrating wand over her body, I tortured her a little by pressing it against her ribcage, hipbone, and upper thigh. Anywhere and everywhere but the one place she desperately craved.

Each time I touched her, a moan fell from her lips. Her legs writhed and her fingernails dug sharply into red-flushed palms.

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