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“O h, I love that dress! Can we go inside?”

Scarab stopped by the boutique, cocking his head to the side as he regarded the shopping window. His arms were laden with shopping bags that he carried with seemingly no effort, his posture straight and confident.

“Sure, baby.”

We went in. I tore into the racks, looking through the dresses, while he sat down in the armchair by the door, taking out his book. This one was a tentacle romance, with a woman tangled up in a kraken’s embrace on the cover. He read it without self-consciousness, his feet in combat boots spread wide. I smiled secretly when I saw how the shopping assistant looked between him and me, trying to figure out what two polar opposites like us were doing together.

I grabbed the dresses I liked and went over to the changing room. A moment later, heavy footfalls thudded on the floor, and my husband slipped inside with me. I grinned at him, taking off the dress I wore and flashing him my half-transparent, black bra.

“No touching,” I reminded him of the rules of our game in a whisper. “You can only look. And don’t make a sound.”

He nodded, his eyes shining pink as he pocketed his book. I ran my hands up my body with a saucy look. He released a long, shaky breath, his hands twitching by his sides, and I grinned. I knew exactly what would happen when we got home. After an entire day of teasing, he’d rail me all night long until my throat was hoarse from screaming, and I’d love every second of it.

For now, though, I got to torment him.

I slipped on the first dress, a frilly pink number that would be excellent for a public date. Paparazzi still followed me occasionally, and I loved the look of us in the papers so much, I started dressing up for the biggest impact.

After I wore this dress to an outing, we’d be pictured again, the bad, black abomination and his pink, blonde wife. I couldn’t wait.

“We’ll take this one,” I whispered, shimmying out of the dress as I turned my back to him. “Oh, what’s that?”

I bent over, picking up a piece of paper lying on the floor. Scarab released a quiet, tortured sound as I treated him to the sight of my black, lacy thong.

“All right, honey?” I asked, looking up, still bending at the waist.

“You’re so dead,” he whispered, the color in his eyes swirling, pink fighting with red.

A pleasant thrill ran down my spine. “Yeah? Promise?”

He nodded vehemently. I grinned and tried on the other things I brought. In the end, I only got the pink dress. The novelty of being able to buy and wear what I wanted was slowly wearing off, but I still had occasional urges to get new things, eat out at places that used to be forbidden, and do things that didn’t behoove an Ashford-Kingsley. My husband indulged all my whims. In fact, he indulged me so much, I gained some weight, my curves filling out in ways my mother would have hated.

He loved every inch of my body just the same as before.

“Oh, we need to get a present for Nat,” I remembered when we left the boutique.

He groaned. “Can’t it wait? I want to go home. My dick will fall off if I don’t fuck you soon, love.”

“No, it can’t wait,” I said sternly, though I was itching to get started, too. “I keep telling you to treat him better. He’s your best friend and you always take him for granted.”

Scarab grumbled under his breath, transferring the plethora of shopping bags onto one arm so he could take my hand. People gave us startled looks when he led me down the street to his favorite artisan blade shop. I wore a pink top and shorts, pink toenails peeking out of glittery sandals decorated with rhinestones. My husband wore a black T-shirt that stretched gorgeously over his wide chest, and jeans that sat low on his narrow hips. His skull gleamed in the sunlight.

“A chair for my lady, Jonathan,” he called from the threshold of the shop.

“Coming right up,” the shop owner said cheerfully, producing a comfortable padded chair he kept in the back for me.

We were loyal customers here, since Scarab couldn’t help but add to his knife collection at least once a month. As soon as he got me settled in the chair, my bags arranged all around me, he put his book in my hand.

“Chapter nineteen,” he whispered. “To get you all wet for me, baby.”

I didn’t need a book to do that, since the way he looked at me was enough to turn me into a horny puddle, but I started reading, anyway. Jonathan showed off his new acquisitions, and I knew we’d be here a while.

Half an hour later, I was a few chapters of tentacle smut deep into the book when my husband was finally done, a gift for Nat wrapped up in gift paper with a pink bow—“So he knows it’s your doing”—and Scarab’s new knife sitting at his belt.

As soon as the apartment door closed behind us, he dropped the bags and pushed my back into the door, growling as he fell to his knees in front of me. He tore my shorts open, sliding them down my legs lighting-fast, and impatiently hooked my knee over his shoulder, licking me through my thong.

I gasped, my head falling back against the door. He ate me with feverish need, and when I glanced down, I saw his jeans were already undone, his hard cock in his fist. He stroked himself while he fucked me with his tongue, his outer teeth scraping my labia. When I pressed into his face, almost there, he pulled back.

“What…” I began, delirious with the desire humming in my blood.

“You edged me all day long, love,” he said, laughing darkly. “It’s my turn. Go into the living room and bend over the table. I want your ass to be the first thing I see when I come in.”

I toed off my shoes and ran to plaster myself over the table, my ass up in the air. My heart hammered in my chest, my belly throbbing with need. A moment later, he came in, putting something on the table by my face.

“Oh my God,” I murmured when I saw what it was.

“Got you a gift, too,” he said with a chuckle. “See? I can be considerate.”

It was a pretty black butt plug with a large, pink rhinestone set in the base. I closed my eyes when he dropped to his knees behind me and nuzzled his face into my butt cheek.

“I thought about eating your ass all day, doll,” he murmured, his hot breath caressing my skin until it broke out in gooseflesh. “I finally get to have my dessert.”

He licked me slowly, his tongue hot and wet on my hole. I whimpered, and he spread my cheeks wide, slurping obscenely. Even through the horny daze in my head, I had to admit he was cunning. I wouldn’t come from what he did, but I damn wished I could.

Soon, he worked his tongue inside me with small, intrusive licks. I trembled and moaned, my hands scraping the smooth tabletop, while he plunged deeper, relaxing me with easy, wet strokes.

When my legs were about to give out, he pulled back and reached for the butt plug. A bottle squirted, and then, there was pressure at my hole.

“Breathe out, love. Easy does it.”

I released a shaky breath, bearing down, and the toy slipped in. He nuzzled my cheek again and stood up, grabbing my hips. He thrust into my buttock once, painting my skin with his precum. He was so hard.

When he pulled me upright, leading me to the couch, I stumbled. My pussy was on fire, my inner thighs sticky with arousal. Scarab sat down, spreading his thighs wide, and pointed at the floor between his feet.

“Now, you’ll kneel here while I watch that horror movie you were too afraid to watch with me. You won’t look at the screen, though. Your entire attention will be on my cock, while I’ll play with this little thing.”

A small, black remote flashed in his hand. The butt plug came to life inside me, vibrating lightly.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, my legs giving out.

“Mmm. After the movie. Now kneel, have some water, and get to work.”

He threw a pink cushion on the floor and handed me a glass of cold water. I drank it greedily, then settled myself between his legs, the steady vibration in my ass driving me crazy. It wouldn’t make me come, but it would keep me hot and bothered while I pleasured him.

“You really are a monster,” I said with a smirk, running my tongue up his hard, sticky cock.

He was all wet with precum, as aroused as he was.

“I am,” he said with a grin. “I’m turning on the movie. If the sounds make you afraid, suck on me to calm down.”

I shivered. This new game was already turning into my favorite one. He knew me so well. How I adored being ordered around and yet taken care of. Edged and then satisfied. Fucked and cuddled, and then fed my favorite foods and told how beautiful and good I was.

I spent the entire movie at his feet, with his dick in my mouth. But as he edged me, I edged him. I licked him carefully, played with his piercings, sucked on his knobs. He grunted and shifted, turning the vibration in my butt plug up and down as he pleased, but neither of us got to come. Finally, when the credits rolled, he turned off the TV and looked at me.

“Now, you can either finish me off and get my cum or we’ll have dinner. I’m fine with either option.”

I laughed under my breath, though the sound was strained. I was dying from the need to come. My entire pelvis throbbed for relief.

“That’s a lie, though,” I said, giving his leaking tip a careful lick. “You want to come down my throat. You would do anything for me to finish you off right now.”

His hips bucked instinctively, as if trying to thrust in my mouth. I pulled back.

“Bratty little doll,” he growled, clicking on the remote. “What do you choose?”

The toy suddenly flared to life, the vibration turned up to max. I grunted, squirming in place, while he laughed. I gritted my teeth, palmed his wide, muscular thighs, and swallowed his cock as far as I could take it.

He cussed, fisting my hair, which had grown back quite a lot and was one of his favorite parts of me to hold. I sucked him ardently, bringing him to a quick finish while the toy inside me buzzed like crazy.

As soon as I swallowed his thick cum, he fell down to the floor with me.

“Hands and knees, love.”

I obeyed at once. He palmed my hips and thrust deep, both of us groaning from pleasure at the feel. I was swollen and dripping from the constant stimulation, his cock the best reward for all the edging I went through.

Buried deep inside me, he stroked the beetle tattoo on my lower back, humming with pleasure. I knew how he loved the sight of it on me. His signature.

The tender moment was over soon. He fucked me hard and fast, grunting like an animal. I was almost too full with the toy and him inside, and it was absolutely perfect. I came fast, taking that pleasure greedily now that it was available. He pressed down on my lower back, urging me to lie down on my belly, and took me like that, until I came again.

His orgasm came soon after. Both satisfied, we lay on the carpet in front of the couch, breathing hard, until he remembered the remote and turned off the toy.

Then we had dinner and showered, and he railed me in the shower like he did on our wedding night.

It was a perfect day, one of many.