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M y cock slipped out of her, and I moaned at the loss, pressing my head to the small of her back before I straightened. Then I leaned over and picked her up princess style, ignoring her squeaky protest.

“I’m too heavy,” she mumbled.

“Say that again and I’ll spank that ass red,” I warned her.

“I don’t have low self-esteem, Liam. I am heavy. You can’t just pick me up like a sack of potatoes.”

“A very pretty sack of potatoes, and yeah, I can, and I will pick you up whenever I want, princess, so get used to it,” I replied and grinned as I set her on her feet again, inside the shower stall.

I stepped in beside her and turned the water on the eight-headed shower system, forcing the water to hit me until the temperature adjusted, which only took seconds.

“Hmm,” she hummed, licking her lips as she bent to grab one of those puffy loofah things she’d hung up inside the bathroom.

I took it from her, no longer smiling as I reached for her body wash and squirted two pumps onto the thing. Then I gestured for her to turn around and I started to wash her.

I never did that before, but for some reason I felt compelled to. Like I needed to take care of her, to clean her body, and touch all that pretty, pale softness just to make sure that it was real, and it was here, and it was mine.

Mine.

I really liked the sound of that.

But while I was obsessing over my wife’s sumptuous body, she was having other thoughts. Big thoughts. I turned her back around, and it was written all over her face.

“Talk to me, Sweetheart. What’s going on?”

“Well, that’s the second time we, you know. ”

“Fucked like rabbits?”

“Oh my God. I was going to say had sexual intercourse.”

“Ew. Don’t ever say that again about you and me fucking please,” I joked.

I was still grinning when she grabbed the second loofah and poured some of my body wash on it. Confused, I just stared until she rolled her pretty eyes at me.

“Turn around,” she said, shaking her head.

Michaela pushed my hip, and I humored her, turning around. I didn’t want to admit that shivers danced up my spine as she washed me, but they did.

No one had ever done that before.

Taken care of me, I meant.

And fuck, it caught me off guard. It felt— it felt good.

“Anyway, what I meant was that’s twice and you’ve never used a condom.”

“Did you want me to?”

“Well, I mean, I trust that you are clean, but I am on birth control. I just wanted you to know?—”

Then I got mad because I knew what she was thinking. I turned around and faced her, grabbing her chin to force her to look at me.

“I know about your birth control, Michaela. And I know that I can’t get you pregnant until you’re off it for at least three months. When we want to have kids, we’ll make that decision together. But I’m not fucking you raw for any other reason than because I want to. Understand?”

She nodded, the simple gesture was weighted with more meaning than it should have been.

Her midnight eyes— so deep, so dark —were huge right then. The pupils almost swallowing up everything else.

They were like bottomless pools, sucking me in, pulling me under with every glance.

I couldn’t look away, even if I wanted to.

It was as if the longer I stared into them, the further I sank, lost in the sheer gravity of her presence.

I felt like I was drowning in those eyes, the unspoken words between us flooding the space with a quiet intensity.

That ugly thought she had in her head, thinking I was trying to knock her up. To use her. Just another thing to hold against her father, to force his hand.

Like our wedding.

I supposed I deserved that. In fact, I knew I did. But I hated that she thought it even if only for a second.

I wanted to fuck Michaela raw because I couldn’t be near her and not want to fuck her. Hell, that was why I’d stayed away all week.

No more, though. Now that I had her twice, there was no staying away.

Still, I had to do something, anything, to save myself from being lost in those damn eyes.

If I didn’t, if I let myself fall any deeper into the weight of her gaze, I was going to lose control.

I was going to become one of those men who would do anything at the snap of some woman’s fingers. Someone who would follow her around like a shadow, blindly doing her bidding, no questions asked.

I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up that much of myself, that much power over my own life.

But still, the more I looked at her, the more that sense of impending surrender crept in, threatening to swallow me whole.

Would that be so bad?

I had to stop.

I had to regain some semblance of control before I ended up at my wife’s beck and call.

I could feel the tug of her power over me. A not so subtle command, and it was starting to feel like a trap, slowly tightening around me.

But even as that thought crossed my mind, a surprising part of me didn’t fight it.

Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, after all.

The idea hung there, floating in my mind, both terrifying and exhilarating.

Maybe it was exactly what I needed.

She was so willing to admit her feelings and shortcomings, so damn honest, she left me reeling.

I almost wanted to give in. To let myself be swept up in whatever storm she was offering.

When I was with her, it was like nothing else mattered.

She wasn’t even asking for my attention, but that just made me eager to give it. Questions filled my head.

What would it be like to really let go, to stop fighting the pull between us?

Would it destroy me, or would it set me free?

The lines were blurring, and the more I struggled to hold on to some sense of distance, the more I realized it was slipping through my fingers.

The worst part? I didn’t want it back.

So, I kept staring into her eyes, feeling the pressure of that depth, letting myself fall just a little bit further.

But falling for her wasn’t an option unless she was there with me.

I knew then what I needed.

Her trust.

Her willingness.

Her heart.

And I would not rest till I had them all. But first, my sweet wife needed to be taught a lesson.

“Get on your knees,” I growled.

“W-what?”

“You’re gonna get on your knees like a good wife, and you’re gonna suck my cock for thinking those thoughts. Got it?”

I waited for it. The blow up that I figured was coming.

Waited for her to tell me to go fuck myself.

To slap me.

Or something.

But instead, my dirty little wife shocked me. She licked her pouty lips, and she swallowed nothing.

Then she got on her fucking knees.

“Good girl.”