by Pamela Ann
Christ Almighty. Was it wrong to be so bloody fucking turned on when my wife dominated me? I was hopelessly hers, forever and bloody ever. Amen.
Anticipating what she had in mind, I sat back and let her do her thing as I felt like the luckiest man in the world. Therefore, when she decided to untie my tie before playfully tying both of my hands behind me, I didn’t protest. She then strode to one of the cream drawers and pulled out a black roll of cable wire.
“This should do,” she said with satisfaction.
Strolling over towards me as she strung the cable before making another go at securing my tied hands. “There, now we can start.”
Well it’s about bloody time, my cock has almost died of suffocation and abandonment, I thought haughtily before I felt the hot, stinging slap of her palm. It wasn’t hard enough to leave in imprint on my skin, but it was enough to shock me, nonetheless.
“What in God’s name was that for?” I gritted out as I met her eyes.
Sienna remained the same, her expression concealing whether the slap was meant to be playful or something else entirely. But then, that was before she folded her arms and took a deep, heated breath, her golden eyes becoming liquid gold, taking over the hints of green and amber. “That was for attending the World Cup and having your photo taken with that socialite.”
Fuck, I hadn’t realized that had made it to the pages. I should’ve known it would have eventually made its way into the British press. I should’ve known, and yet I hadn’t thought much of it. The price of this idiocy was, it had made my wife a tad batty.
“It’s merely a picture, Sienna. Don’t tell me that got your knickers into a twist?” It was meant to tease her obvious, emotional state, but that backfired on me.
She was becoming wretched, emotions getting the best of her. “I’m a jealous woman—we both know this—and I hate when other women try to take what’s rightfully mine.”
I tensed before I looked at her squarely. “If you’re implying…”
Sienna audaciously rolled her eyes at me. “I know you’re not cheating. Of course, I do, but I just hate the fact that they still try. I warned you about this, and yet you never listen. Why’s that? Hmm?” She strutted back and forth, hips distractingly swaying, merely fueling the fire that needed to be unleashed in her cunt while I spitefully stared at her in awe and arousal at the same time I wanted to bloody throttle her beautiful self.
In midstride, she stopped before me, eyes never leaving mine as she slowly unzipped her dress before letting it pool on the floor. She then sidestepped the dress and kicked it to the side, sliding it against the pantry cabinets.
Mio Dio! One whole bloody week, and she was dangling this decadent body of hers without mercy to my rabid cock.
“Sienna—fucking hell—I need you, cara.” Pumps, lace bikini underwear, and lace strapless bra was all I could think about as my hungry gaze took in her insatiable body. Her curves were calling out to me, to taste, to nip and bite. Why was she keeping up with this torture, anyway? She was just as ravenous as I was.
My wife, it seemed, had different intentions because she kept on talking, not doing. “So, in my infuriated state, I called your good friend who’d offered me that underwear modeling opportunity the last time we were in Rome. Remember him?” She paused for effect while I felt my heart hammering against my throat. “I think his name was Armani, was it?” She dug the knife in deep, right where it hurt.
My body turned cold. “Untie me—” I demanded harshly as I acutely stared at her. This time, I truly wanted to throttle her until she stopped talking all this nonsense.
She cocked her head to the side, smiling like a cat that got the canary, seeing I was about to lose my marbles. “I’m not done yet.”
“You will not flaunt your body, Sienna,” I harshly threw back at her. Over my bloody dead fucking body. She wouldn’t do it. She was using this to taunt me, and for me to finally listen to her demands. Well, this time, I was truly listening.
Her strutting came to a halt. “You flaunt yourself. Well, why can’t I?” her perfectly arched brow mocked me. “Besides, I’d love to see your face when I’m posing next to a hot, male model.”
Santo Cielo! But she knew how to make my blood pressure skyrocket to the inevitable.
“Sienna…” I warned, but she was unperturbed.
She gave me an innocent smile. “Yes, Blake?”
This blasted torture would be the end of me. “Poppet, please tell me this is a joke.”
Long, thick lashes fanned at me while her soft lips made an adorable pout. “Why? Don’t you think I have it in me to pose risqué? Don’t you remember those stills I had with Troy?”
Those photos were far and beyond indecent. I remembered getting absolutely furious to the point I couldn’t control myself, and I ended up fucking her roughly in the office because I needed her to reassure me I was the only man for her. Not Kyle, not Troy, nor any other bloody man that enticed her fancy. The insecurity of that memory brought all the floodgates open.
“You’re punishing me,” I said as I realized what she was doing.
“How many times have I stretched this out to you? Even if they’re only photos, it shows to the rest of the world that you’re easily accessible. How many psychotic women do I have to fight to have you as mine?”
“I am yours,” I vowed with every fiber in me. “I’ve always been yours.”
“Yet, you never listen to me.” She whipped the words back like I’d betrayed her, all the same. “So this is my way of teaching you a lesson.” She nodded, as if this was already not up for discussion. “Jealousy triggers the caveman in you. I hope you’ve learned not to have those insipid hopefuls make you their next target.”
My retort was shoved back into my mouth as her mouth came upon me, kissing me like I was her water after her long, exhausting journey in the Sahara. She kissed with her soul, with her heart. She gave whatever she had.
I wanted to take over and have her flat on her back with her luscious legs wrap around my neck, my hips as I initiated what I had been dreaming of doing to her wicked body for the past week. I thought my prayers had gone unanswered when she didn’t show any sign of doing much else, but I had miscalculated my conniving wife. Because, while I was getting lost in her cunning lips, her fingers had been quite busy, slowly unzipping my trousers. Thus, when her artfully gifted hand gave my cock a light squeeze over my boxer briefs, the grateful, satisfying sounds I was making were ones of Sienna’s brilliantness—they were the sounds of me becoming undone.
Her skilled work put me out of my misery when the tip of my shaft finally touched her delightfully soaked cunt. Then, just as she was slowly pushing down on my length, her eyes sought mine, needing reassurance, giving me a glimpse of the vulnerable woman that was still very much imbedded in the very deep layers of her strength.
“How do you like my pussy, caro?”
“Sublime.” Christ, I was far and beyond smitten to my everlasting wicked witch.
“Good, because you’re going to endure it until I can’t come anymore.”
I’d happily be her prisoner. All she had to do was ask.
“Ti amo, Sienna.” I barely got the words out before she rode me to Hell then purgatory before sending me to the heavens.
And damn, did she just.
The Morning After Being Used and Abused
Blake
“Good morning,” Sienna cheerily whispered into my ear, making me grunt in protest.
“I think you owe me sleep after you exhausted most of my battery last night.” Shifting to my other side, I randomly plucked a pillow from somewhere and covered my face with it.
She peeked into the pillow and whispered into my ear, “I have a feeling you might want to hear this. Besides, you’ve said it yourself, last night was the best welcome back present I have given you to date.”
It had been. It had been bloody glorious. I had never felt so restrictedly pleasured in my life. Ergo the culprit of my present problem, that I w
as in dire need of sleep and sustenance.
“Thirty minutes, amore, per favore,” I grumbled, pleading.
“Okay,” she said before remaining silent for only a moment. Then she dropped the news without haste. “Kyle is in town. I was hoping we could invite him for dinner.”
Well, there went my good bloody morning.
Taking the pillow off my face, I squinted at her. “You think that’s a great idea?”
Her face contorted, seeming as if she wanted me to stop hating the bastard. “He did, after all, make that call for you to come and help save me,” Sienna pointed out, pointing out the great aspects of the bastard’s friendship with her.
That he had. It was the hardest test I had ever encountered. True, I couldn’t deny the fact that, maybe if it weren’t for him, things would’ve gone entirely different than they had. But, this was Kyle Matthews we were talking about. The very man himself that had threatened me and should be bloody, fucking, merry grateful he hadn’t gotten her pregnant. What a sad bastard.
The thought of sitting through dinner, observing him making sentimental looks towards my wife, would drive me a little mad. Then again, if I said no, Sienna wouldn’t let this go. She’d probably hate me for it. After all, didn’t they say marriage was about compromise? Did it mean I had to bestow that act for the sake of our harmony as a couple?
Damn. Bloody. Damn.
“I suppose we could. If it makes you happy,” I conceded with a heavy heart—emphasis on quite the heavy heart.
The immediate smile that brightened her delighted face made me feel like I had done the right thing in agreeing. “It does. He’s my best friend, and I love him dearly.”
And there went my bloody mood completely. “Oh, you love him dearly?” I mimicked her words as I lifted myself off the bed, blatantly naked and quite in my emboldened state, even if I was in a foul mood. “Bloody fun-fucking-tastic. Should we toast on it?”
“Stop it. You… you’re the love of my life.”
“You say that now…” I sounded more accusing because I was a sad, jealous bastard. “He was your first love. He was your ‘everything’ at one point.” My insecurities were truly unbecoming, and still, I couldn’t help spilling everything away, making me look like a weakened fool with no control over his emotions. “I hate the fact he has those memories with you. I guess I’m always going to be jealous, no matter what. I just have to learn how to live with that. That’s what marriage is all about, is it not?”
“It is.” She slid off the bed and strode towards me before she gave me a smile that showed understanding, then she tiptoed and kissed me softly. “Thank you for agreeing, even though you’re not completely happy about it. You’re the man I chose to marry. You’re my husband. Mine and no one else’s. It makes me happy that this evoked some old emotions in here.” She tapped on my chest before looking at me again. “I thought you had forgotten how much you’ve wanted me. Shhhh…” She put a finger over my lips to stop me from saying anything. “I was worried, you see, that, after we exchanged our vows, things would change. And, after seeing you around in these events even though I know you’re not doing much to get attention, I know women want your… I’m just happy you haven’t been tempted to cheat on me, but you can’t blame me for feeling threatened. They are, after all, beautiful and gorgeous, and something new. Men tend to like that.”
“I’m not like other men.”
“I know you’re not,” she softly said. “That’s why I’m thanking you for agreeing to have Kyle over for dinner.”
Sighing, I hugged my Sienna, pouring my love over her. She was the most precious thing to me, and I would do anything to keep her safe and smiling. It was my duty to be the better man, to be the better husband. It was best I started making amends with my nemesis.
“We have to do this sometime, so might as well get this over with now. He’s a part of your life, too, and I have to accept that.”
“I’ll invite Toby and Lucy, just in case. You’re bound to go bonkers and might try to kill Kyle with a steak knife.”
I made a dry laugh. “Cara, you know me too well.”
She playfully tapped my chest, giving me the evil eye. “You better not, or you won’t get any sex for a whole month.”
That truly got my undivided attention. “A whole month?” I asked, aghast at the very idea. “But that’s a lifetime—”
“Precisely.” She wiggled her brows. “So, if you want me to be a compliant wife, who lets you do whatever you fancy in bed, you better behave.”
This wicked woman drove a hard bargain. “Bloody hell…” I pondered before eyeing her again. “But a month?”
“You better believe it.”
The Façade of a Ticking Time Bomb
Blake
With the rest of the day to get through before dinner with Kyle Matthews, I spent most of it thinking about the past while I was in meetings or in conferences. I hadn’t a clue why, but the thought of Matthews back in town brought out memory lane. I was so consumed by it I didn’t hear anyone knock.
“Mr. Knightly, do you have the signed Montano contract?” Luke emerged from the double doors, looking polished and put together on any given day. I doubted I had seen him looking less pristine. He was so unlike Chad, who was rambunctious and lived life to the fullest with a devil may care outlook in life.
Damn, I had work to do, yet my mind was busy rehashing the past.
“If you were Kyle Matthews, how would you feel about me?” I asked, thinking out loud.
His brows furrowed, confused for a moment. “Kyle? Sienna’s ex?”
I nodded, waiting for his reply.
He was clearly unsure of how to approach my question. “What made you prompt me to ask this question? Is he back in the picture?” he slightly pried. Since he was technically family by marriage to Chad, I considered him as such. This was me asking his opinion as a friend and not just someone he worked for.
“Sienna invited him for dinner,” I provided.
He made a curt nod, pondering the situation before finally responding to my earlier question. “Well, in that case, I’d probably despise you on sight.”
Count on Luke to be upfront. “That’s warming.”
“You did sort of chase after his childhood love,” he pointed out ever so clearly.
Matthews had cheated on Sienna and broken things off with her over the phone. What kind of a blasted fool would break a woman’s heart through a phone call after they had spent all those childhood years together? It was crass, and I had hated him since then.
“She needed a man, not a boy. Besides, could you blame me for wanting her for myself? I was already in love with her before she even had a clue about it. I pretended to be platonical with her, flaunting my dates to her face almost on a nightly basis, hoping I’d get some sort of reaction; but nothing ever did. It was hard to hide how I truly felt, but when I saw that opening, I went for it and won her over.”
“Well, I suppose I could say to brave it out and brace yourself for the inevitable. Besides, knowing Sienna, this would mean the world to her. And that means that you would be a bloody fool to cause any fights just to prove that you’re the alpha man. She wants you to make peace. This is a major part of her old life, and she wants to mend that broken cord, joining the past to present and future.” He gave me a pointed look, seeming unfinished with his lecture. “This is a test, Knightly, and you better be on your best behavior if you still want that pretty wife of yours to carry on your bloodline.”
Bloodline. My children… in five bloody years. Could she at least agree to one before having another with a five year hiatus?
“I suppose you’re right.” After I said those words, Luke didn’t bat an eyelid until he was back to talking business again.
Well, tonight ought to be interesting.
The Test of Limits
Blake
“Need a second helping?” Toby gave me a pointed look as I poured a second round of cognac.
The lad was obviously
worried I’d go haywire, although he was worried for good reason. I always had a short fuse when it came to Sienna’s past.
“Hell, tonight’s a bloody special occasion. When was the last time I saw the blasted chap?” I pretended to ponder a moment before I scowled. “Oh, right, it was when my fist connected to his jaw after he had an all-nighter shagging my wife.”
“She wasn’t your wife then, nor was she your girlfriend. Seriously, have you forgotten your own shenanigans? You certainly didn’t pine over your lost love, either. You went and shagged any woman who sparked your fancy, which, by the way, went on for quite some time, in case you have forgotten those infamous misadventures of Knightly’s atrocious spiral out of control bender.”
I demolished my second drink. “I was heartbroken, you toff, in case that escaped your notice.”
“So was she. It was just unfortunate that you happened to be there when she came home from it. Besides, would you rather it was someone else? He’s been there for her in ways you couldn’t even fathom. You should be grateful she has him instead of no one at all. There are things that are hard to talk about, and it eats at you, it eats your soul.” Toby cleared his throat before giving me a reprimanding look. “Things could be so much worse. Think of Amelia for a second. It was tragic because she had no one to talk to.”
Amelia.
I couldn’t think of her or even hear her name without feeling a great deal of remorse. I was callous and could’ve handled her differently, had I not been so selfish with my own designs of happiness that never included her. She had come off as this confident woman who gave it as good as she got and never took anyone’s rubbish; therefore, when I proposed a no strings attached relationship I hadn’t thought once it could mean more to her than what it really was. After all, at first glance, she reminded me of myself—hungry for power and proving to everyone we would be able to thrive in the business arena. Yet, little did I know, the Spanish beauty was daydreaming about a future with me.