Chapter 5

-Jared-

"Going somewhere?" Astrid's voice jolted me as I turned to find her standing in the doorway of our walk-in closet.

While I had returned to Vince's house after dropping Alison off at home, I was now married. This meant I had a permanent place at mine and Astrid's house. However, I rarely stayed over. I only did so if we had planned to work on our family together. Otherwise, I spent my time with Vince, who was very pleased with this arrangement.

However, I knew that as I assumed greater responsibility for this mission, expectations for me to lead the wolves were increasing, and consequently, I would be spending more and more time here. Even Vince encouraged it, despite his happiness at having me close once more.

Yet, to my surprise, or perhaps to my concern, Astrid had not attempted to assert control over me in any way or to use me for her own purposes. In fact, she had been acting rather submissive lately, which I found unsettling. Even now, she stood before me in a transparent robe, her eyes full of desire, but she made no move toward me, as if she didn"t have some ulterior motive in mind.

"I have work tonight," I informed her.

"Oh? I wasn't aware my cousins were heading out tonight."

"No, it's just me."

"Where to?" she asked.

I shot her a pointed look, signaling my reluctance to disclose my plans. She chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe before parting her robe to reveal herself. As always, her attempt at seduction fell flat for me. It was a constant struggle to feel aroused around Astrid, which made any intimate encounters with her less than enjoyable. Why couldn't my wife ignite a spark within me?

"I'll swing by later," I assured her.

"Are you in a rush?"

"No."

"Then stay," she urged, her approach reminiscent of a predator, slow and deliberate, making her intentions clear.

Halting in front of me, she reached for my shirt, but I pushed her hands away, shaking my head.

"I already told you I'll be back later, and we can pick up from there."

"You didn't come last night," she pointed out, and I cursed inwardly. I had hoped to divert attention from that fact by focusing on her pleasure, but evidently, she had noticed that I hadn't fulfilled my duty.

"I had a lot on my mind," I muttered, feeling the weight of her disappointment.

"No, you had the wrong thing on your mind. Do you think I care if you're thinking about her while you're with me? Do whatever gets you off," Astrid urged, but I grabbed her by the throat and pressed her against the mirror.

"I don't give a damn about her. Alison is out of my life for good."

"Really? So there's not even a tiny part of you that still craves her?" Astrid taunted, sliding her finger down my body before seizing my cock outside my pants. Her touch did little for me, yet she persisted in stroking me. "You don't reminisce about keeping her on that leash? Or how she squirmed and came all over you at our little underground world?"

Memories flooded my mind, and despite my efforts to resist, my cock grew harder with each stroke from Astrid, recalling how I had dominated Alison in front of others. I tried to divert my thoughts elsewhere, but whenever I was with Astrid, I craved something more, something to ignite my arousal, and the image of Alison so vulnerable, at my mercy, her orgasms coerced from her body by the person she despised, fueled my desire.

Yet a voice inside me reminded me that Alison didn't despise me, not in the way I had always believed. Still, as Astrid continued speaking, my craving intensified, "You loved having her under your control, because nothing is more arousing than wielding power. Do you remember her screams? Her cries? Her pleas for mercy?"

I remembered it all, and as the echoes of those sounds resounded in my head, Astrid sank to her knees, undoing my pants and taking me into her mouth. Lost in the memories, I gripped Astrid's hair, the lighter blond strands triggering more recollections of the times I had taken Alison's mouth.

I thrust deeper into Astrid's throat, and she accommodated me expertly, her skills at oral pleasure undeniable. She allowed me to use her as I pleased, and as I surrendered to the sensations of her warm mouth, my mind twisted the reality, painting a picture as if I were deep within Alison's mouth. The shock of orgasm surged through me, overwhelming me, and I groaned deeply as I released into Astrid's mouth. She swallowed around me, humming in satisfaction, having succeeded in transporting me into a realm of abandon.

When I relaxed my grip and glanced down, I watched as my wife pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction, and I knew I had been outmaneuvered. Astrid had exploited a weakness I hadn't even realized I possessed. Now, she knew exactly how to manipulate me to get what she wanted, and that was perilous. She stood up, reaching for me and pressing her lips to mine, but I didn't reciprocate the kiss. Instead, I pulled back and glared at her.

"There's no shame in admitting your slave has you on your knees for her. She's very pretty, and I think if circumstances were different, she and I could have been good friends. But let's face it, Jared, you bow. You don't lead."

I was about to retort, denying her claim, when I recalled something from the week Alison and I had spent pretending Alison was Astrid. Alison had tricked me into the blue room, maneuvering me exactly where she wanted me. It felt much like now. Astrid had provoked me into a vulnerable position. I needed to take a step back, so that's precisely what I did. I adjusted my clothes, straightening them out, and then offered Astrid a smile, which seemed to puzzle her.

"You're right, my slave is indeed remarkable," I conceded, observing Astrid become even more puzzled. "She can actually make me come."

Astrid narrowed her eyes as I blatantly indicated that my pleasure stemmed solely from Alison. Although Astrid claimed she didn't care what I thought about when I was with her, the truth was she craved dominance over me. She didn't mind if I thought about Alison as long as she dictated the terms and conditions.

"And now, I'm off to visit her, to kneel before her and lick her pussy. Something she doesn't even have to command me to do," I taunted, further incensing Astrid.

"You're visiting her?"

"I am."

"I thought you just said you were finished with her."

"Isn't that what a disloyal husband always claims?" I mocked. "We say we're done, but we never truly are."

"You can't fuck her. We have a job to do here," she reminded me sternly.

"Who said anything about fucking her? I merely mentioned licking her pussy. I do miss the taste of her. I can't say the same for yours," I replied, a smirk playing on my lips, deliberately emphasizing that my slave deserved more than my own wife did. It seemed I had discovered a weakness, something I could exploit, so I confronted Astrid head-on, stepping forward and trapping her between my arms as I rested my hands on the mirror.

"You may be right, wife. Perhaps I do enjoy bowing, but not to you. My slave earns my submission when she behaves well, and I reward her accordingly. But she's the only one I'll do it for," I asserted firmly.

Astrid was seething, though she forced herself to remain composed. It was evident she didn't like the notion that she meant less to me than the woman I had coerced into being my slave.

"If we fail in our duties, you know the consequences," she snarled, attempting to assert her power over me.

I reached out, grasping her chin and pulling her closer. "I will return. I promised I would, and I will fuck you. But the only reason I'll return is because I still have the taste of my slave's juices on my tongue," I stated calmly.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, and I chuckled before drawing her nearer, giving her a brief kiss to display my dissatisfaction with it.

"Even her lips taste superior to yours, Astrid. I'll have her explore every inch of my body before I return home. Perhaps I'll even request she leave some marks, so you can witness them while I impregnate you," I taunted.

Astrid pushed my hand away, hissing at me, but I turned around before she could retort further, walking out feeling invigorated. It appeared that my acting with Alison could be useful after all. They had provided me with clarity, reminding me that with my wife, patience was key, and reacting impulsively would only play into Astrid's hands.